Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 132 Grandma's House

On Saturday morning, Song Huan stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

She wore a simple, clean white shirt and black pants, and her hair was dried with water so it wasn't sticking up anymore.

Okay, that's settled.

When I went downstairs, the black Audi was already parked on the side of the road.

Xiao Yunqing sat in the back seat, rolled down the car window, and leaned out to wave at him.

Her short hair was blown by the wind, revealing a section of her white nape.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Song Huan walked over, opened the back door, and got in.

Xiao Yunqing moved over to make room for him.

Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan were sitting in the front row.

Xiao Haifeng glanced at him in the rearview mirror and nodded.

Xu Wan turned around and smiled at him.

Hello, uncles and aunties!

"Xiao Song, thank you for your trouble. You have to go with her."

"Auntie, you're too kind. It's nothing."

The car started.

Xiao Yunqing sat beside her, her hands on her knees, leaning forward as she spoke to Xu Wan.

"Mom, how is Grandma's health?"

"It's fine. I even called you a few days ago to say I missed you."

"I miss her too."

As the car drove out of the city, the road narrowed and there were more trees on both sides.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing on the car window.

Xiao Yunqing leaned back in her chair and turned to look at Song Huan.

"Let me tell you, Grandma's house is so much fun!"

"Um."

"You know, there are stone dogs over there? They're dogs carved from stone, they're everywhere. A little further south there's a sea of ​​pineapples, huge fields of pineapples, and the whole place smells of pineapples."

She gestured with her hand, making a large circle in the air.

"There's also Antarctic Village, right at the southernmost point. There's a lighthouse there, white and very tall. Standing on it, you can see Qiongya Island; on a clear day, the view is exceptionally clear."

Song Huan leaned back in her chair and looked at her.

Her eyes were bright as she spoke, her lips were upturned, and her short hair was lifted by the wind blowing in through the car window, brushing against her ears.

He nodded and said something, and she smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

In the front row, Xiao Haifeng glanced at Xu Wan in the rearview mirror, then at Xu Wan beside him.

Xu Wan also turned to look at him, and their eyes met.

[When did this girl become so talkative?]

[I usually barely speak a few words a day at home.]

[Now it's all over, like pouring beans.]

Xiao Haifeng's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Xu Wan turned back, looking at the road ahead, but her ears were perked up, listening to what the two people behind her were saying.

Xiao Yunqing continued talking about the sea of ​​pineapples, "I'll take you there sometime; you've definitely never seen so many pineapples before. And the pineapple rice over there is super delicious..."

Song Huan smiled and said, "Okay, lead the way."

She laughed again, a loud laugh, and swayed back and forth in the back row.

Xiao Haifeng glanced at himself in the mirror, then at Xu Wan.

Xu Wan didn't turn around, but the corners of her mouth were upturned, the same curve as her daughter's.

After driving for almost two hours, we turned onto a village road.

On both sides were paddy fields, where people were planting rice seedlings, bending over and moving backward row by row.

There are houses in the distance, with red brick walls and gray tiles, scattered in a haphazard pattern.

Xiao Yunqing rolled down the car window and leaned out.

"We've arrived!"

The car was parked in front of a small building.

The yard wasn't big, but it had a longan tree growing in it, its canopy spreading out and shading half of the yard.

An old woman stood at the door, her hair gray, an apron tied around her waist, wiping her hands on the apron twice.

Xiao Yunqing pushed open the car door and ran over.

"grandmother!"

The old lady opened her arms and hugged her tightly.

He hugged her tightly and patted her back twice.

"You've lost weight! Didn't you eat properly at school?"

"I've eaten."

Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan got out of the car and stood to the side.

Song Huan was the last to get off the bus, closed the door, and stood beside it.

The old lady released Xiao Yunqing, greeted Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan, and then her gaze fell on the last person.

Just as Xiao Haifeng was about to speak, Xiao Yunqing ran back and grabbed Song Huan's arm.

"Grandma, this is my classmate, her name is Song Huan."

Xiao Haifeng added from the side, "My colleague's son."

Xu Wan also chimed in, "Mom, do you remember? When Yunqing was born, there was another child born at the same time. Later, the two of them went to the same kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, and high school."

The old lady narrowed her eyes and looked Song Huan up and down.

He is tall, broad-shouldered, and stands straight.

She has nice features, is clean and neat, and is pleasing to the eye.

She nodded, her eyes crinkling into slits with a smile.

Song Huan took half a step forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Hello, Grandma."

The old lady held his hand; her palm was rough, but warm.

The next second she turned and shouted into the house.

"Old man! Come out quickly! Our granddaughter's husband is here!"

Song Huan's lips twitched slightly.

Xiao Yunqing's face turned red starting from her neck and down to the tips of her ears.

"Grandma!" Her voice rose a half-octave, "What are you yelling about! He's just my classmate!"

Xiao Haifeng's gaze shot over from behind, like two knives.

Song Huan felt a chill run down her spine and quickly spoke up.

"Yes, yes, Grandma."

He stood ramrod straight, his expression as serious as if he were reciting a textbook, "We're just classmates, clean and honest, with a clear conscience!"

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

"Clean and honest, with a clear conscience!"

The two people stood together, each more serious than the other.

The old lady looked at them and smiled without saying a word.

His eyes swept over the two of them, then around again, and he nodded.

An elderly man came out of the door. He was not tall and had a slightly hunched back, but he was in good spirits.

Wearing reading glasses and holding a newspaper.

Xiao Yunqing ran over and took his arm.

"Grandpa!"

Grandpa smiled, his wrinkles crinkling together. "Here he comes."

He glanced at Xiao Yunqing, then at Song Huan.

Xiao Yunqing quickly introduced, "Grandpa, this is my classmate, Song Huan."

Grandpa looked Song Huan up and down.

My gaze went from his face to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his shoes, and then back to his face.

Song Huan stood still and let him see.

After reading it, Grandpa nodded without saying anything.

"Come in, the food is ready."

He took Xiao Yunqing's hand and led her inside.

Xiao Yunqing turned around and glanced at Song Huan, then winked at him.

Song Huan followed behind, and after a few steps, Xu Wan walked up from the side, her voice lowered.

"Xiao Song, I'm sorry. I'm getting old, and I tend to say things I don't mean."

Song Huan had already noticed the question in her eyes.

He had seen that look before, and he had seen it on Xiao Haifeng's face as well.

He immediately patted his chest, his expression serious.

"Don't worry, Aunt Xu, I promise that I and Xiaoyunduo are completely innocent and have a clear conscience."

Xu Wan looked at him for two seconds.

Xiao Haifeng walked over from the other side and heard it too.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

The spot was very light, but Song Huan saw it.

He breathed a sigh of relief and followed behind into the courtyard.

The leaves of the longan tree rustled in the wind.

Several tables were set up in the courtyard, covered with red tablecloths, and bowls and chopsticks were already laid out.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, a blend of firewood and soy sauce.

Xiao Yunqing ran out of the house, carrying a plate of sweet soup.

He put it on the table and then ran back.

I made two trips and served four plates.

Song Huan wanted to help, but she stopped her.

"Please sit down; you are a guest."

"Who do you think I am as a guest?"

"You are a guest."

She glared at him, then ran back, her short hair fluttering in the wind, revealing her red ears.

Grandpa sat in the chair, took off his reading glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

He looked at Song Huan, who was looking towards the kitchen, watching Xiao Yunqing bringing her sweet soup back and forth, feeling somewhat helpless.

Grandpa looked away, folded the newspaper, and placed it on his lap.

The old lady poked her head out of the kitchen and called out, "Dinner's ready!"