Song Xuan came to the door of Yang Zimei's house and happened to meet Yang Qing.
Although he met Song Xuan ten years ago, Yang Qing was still deeply impressed by him and hurriedly stepped forward to say hello, "Hello, Mr. Song!"
Song Xuan followed five-year-old Yang Zimei to the hospital to see Yang Qing that day, just to see what kind of parents could give birth to such a genius child. As a result, what he saw in the hospital was just an ordinary, uptight and poor village.
The little teacher couldn't help but feel secretly disappointed.
In the past ten years, there have been too many people coming and going in front of his store, and Yang Qing's extremely ordinary face has gradually been forgotten by him.[
Therefore, he did not recognize Yang Qing, but thought he was someone who knew him, so he smiled and nodded calmly, "Hello!"
"Mr. Song, thank you."
Song Xuan was Yang Zimei's antiques teacher. Yang Qing had always wanted to find a chance to say thank you, but he was afraid of being too presumptuous, so he delayed it. Now that he could meet him by chance, he was grateful.
Song Xuan looked at Yang Qing and asked doubtfully, "Sir, why do you want to thank me?"
"Haha, it turns out that Mr. Song didn't remember. I am Yang Zimei's father, Yang Qing. Thank you for teaching her carefully so that she can appreciate antiques and cultivate her into an elegant person."
Yang Qing said with a smile.
It turned out that this was Yang Zimei's father. Song Xuan looked at Yang Qing in front of him and overlapped the memory of him with the memory of him in the hospital ten years ago.
Ten years ago, Yang Qing was lying in the hospital with a sad, thin and timid face. Now he is full of energy, with a rosy face and a stretched smile, which is completely different.
Hearing that he was Yang Zimei's father, Song Xuan didn't dare to neglect him. He smiled hurriedly and took the initiative to hold Yang Qing's hand, "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."
"It's okay, it's okay."
Yang Qing smiled and shook his head and said, "Mr. Song, do you want to find our Niuniu?"
"Well, I have something I want to discuss with her. Do Mr. Yang and Xiaomei live together?" Song Xuan asked.
"It's not convenient for Niuniu to live with us, so she bought us another house, right over there."
Yang Qing pointed to the house where his home was located.
"That's good. Xiaomei is very sensible and filial. Mr. Yang is really lucky to have a daughter like Xiaomei." Song Xuan nodded.
Hearing him praising his daughter, Yang Qing's face glowed with pride and sighed, "Yes, my useless father has made her suffer a lot. In the end, she still has to rely on her to make the family live."
I have such a happy life, and I don’t know how many blessings I have to cultivate to have such a daughter. I am really grateful."
Song Xuan smiled. He didn't have much time to be polite to Yang Qing, so he just said, "Miss Yang, I have something urgent to do with Xiaomei. Is she at home?"
"At home, I just saw her come out."
Yang Qing said hurriedly, "Then I won't disturb you. You can go in and see Niuniu. When you are free, I will treat you to a cup of tea. Thank you for always taking care of Niuniu." [
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Mr. Yang, you're welcome. I'm just Mr. Xiaomei in name only. What she knows is all taught by herself. In terms of taking care of me, she takes better care of me."
"Haha, Mr. Song is so humble."
Yang Qing walked to the door of the mansion, knocked on the door and called, "Niuniu, open the door quickly, your Mr. Song is here."
"Thank you Mr. Yang."
"No thanks, I'm leaving first, see you Mr. Song."
Yang Qing waved and left.
Looking at Yang Qing's brisk and vigorous steps, Song Xuan sighed in his heart, without Yang Zimei, her family would not be in such a situation.
