President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Song Runian was convinced by this set of arguments.

She hurriedly changed her clothes, put on light makeup, and went downstairs.

In the dining room downstairs, the five little ones are warmly inviting Mr. Chu to have breakfast.

"Grandpa, try this, this boiled egg is delicious!"

"Grandpa drinks my milk. My milk is strawberry-flavored. It's super sweet!"

"Sister, grandpa should eat a light diet, it is better to eat vegetable salad."

"I have apples here. Apples are good for your health."

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Mr. Chu was surrounded by five little guys, and he couldn't close his mouth from laughing.

God knows, how much he wants to embrace his great-grandson and great-granddaughter as soon as possible.

But because Chu Yun'er has always disliked Xuanyuan's heir as a substitute, the marriage has not been held for a long time.

Looking back now, luckily it didn't happen.

Otherwise, how can I explain to the Xuanyuan family that my own granddaughter is someone else?

Just as he was thinking, out of the corner of his eyes, Mr. Chu noticed Song Runian who was going downstairs

"Nian Nian, you are here." Mr. Chu said kindly and gently.

Song Runian nodded, and walked to the dining table, "Let's eat some soft food, Mama Wu!"

Wu Ma was the most understanding, and immediately said, "Master, I have prepared bird's nest and chicken soup, which one do you like?"

"Chicken soup is fine, please, Mama Wu."

"Where, I should take good care of your grandpa, young mistress."

After talking, Wu Ma went to the kitchen and brought out two bowls of chicken soup.

One bowl for Mr. Chu and one bowl for Song Runian.

As for Chu Tianba, he looked at Mama Wu pitifully, "Where's mine?"

Wu Ma rolled her eyes at him, "Chu is young, he needs to learn to be self-reliant."

Chu Tianba had no choice but to run to the kitchen to fill a big bowl of chicken soup.

Hey, although I don't like chicken soup, this is the same breakfast as my sister's!

Several people sat at the dinner table, chatting while eating.

At the end, Mr. Chu wiped his mouth, and proposed to go to the cemetery to pay homage to Song's parents.

If it weren't for them, Song Runian would have been living in the orphanage forever.

Maybe, after staying in the orphanage until no one adopts them, they can only rely on themselves and struggle to survive at the bottom of society.

Mr. Chu is very grateful to the parents of the Song family.

It's not them, there is no Song Runian today.

After saying this, the three of them set off for the cemetery.

The old man, who was over seventy years old, bowed devoutly in front of the tombstone.

Song Runian's eyes were moist.

She whispered in her heart, "Mom and Dad, this is my real grandfather. I have found my real home and met my own family. From now on, I will get better and better."

Just when a gust of wind blew, the sound of wind chimes came from Song Runian's ears.

And it's a shell wind chime!

Song Runian's heart instantly became excited.

She remembers very clearly that when she was very young, Song's parents and Song's mother said that after people die, they will go to Guixu, a place at the end of the ocean.

But people die, their souls are immortal, their voices are hidden in the shells, as long as you put the shells close to your ears, you can hear their thoughts.

And, the collision of shells is also their eager encounter and expectation.

"Mom and Dad, did you hear that?" Song Runian's tears fell uncontrollably, "I know you all heard it! You must have heard it!"

Chu Tianba next to her supported her, "Okay, I'm still a pregnant woman, don't fluctuate so much, and be careful of the baby in my stomach."

Song Runian raised his hand to wipe away the tears, and forced out a smile, "I'm crying with joy, tears of joy."