Grandma Wu nodded, watched it over and over again with her mobile phone, and then sighed and said: "In the past, I was also a role in our troupe, and I was best at playing Tsing Yi."

Grandma Wu was talking as if she was recalling the past, with tears in her eyes, "I have been carrying it all my life. I have lived my life like a character in a play. I have been carrying it until now." .”

As she spoke, she sighed, quickly collected herself again, and said with a smile, "Oh, it's okay to be carefree."

Cheng Yinian could see that Grandma Wu was a little sad, and for a moment, she didn't know how to comfort her. After all, she didn't know what happened to Grandma Wu in the past.

She looked at Si Qingmo helplessly.

Si Qingmo just shook his head. Cheng Yinian did not answer Grandma Wu's words. Grandma Wu herself laughed, "Look at me. When I talk about the past, I start talking about it again. Isn't it scary?"

Cheng Yinian smiled softly, "No."

"It's okay if you don't have one." Grandma Wu smiled and nodded, then took out her mobile phone and said, "Can I take a picture of your picture for Grandma Wu? Is it convenient?"

"Okay." Cheng Yinian opened the design draft picture again. Grandma Wu took a picture with her mobile phone, and then looked at it carefully with her mobile phone. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, and the corners of her lips were smiling.

Si Qingmo said in Cheng Yi Nian's ear: "Grandma Wu hasn't been this happy for a long time. You still have something to do."

Cheng Yinian chuckled, "This is a design that I liked very much in the past. I didn't want it to be on the bottom of the box. I just happened to find someone who really likes it. I'm also very happy."

After the two whispered these words, Cheng Yinian took out the gifts for Mo Lan and Si Haoyuan.

She handed the inkstone to Si Haoyuan with both hands and said, "Dad, this is a gift for you."

She really didn't know what Si Haoyuan liked, so she was very nervous about this gift.

Si Haoyuan took the gift and immediately opened the box. He saw an inkstone inside, which seemed to be a few years old. He chuckled and said, "Oh, Yiyi, how did you know that dad loves calligraphy? This is the only thing missing." .”

When Cheng Yinian heard this, he immediately looked at Si Qingmo happily.

Si Qingmo didn't save much face for his father, and said with a smile: "Dad, the words you wrote may not be worthy of this inkstone. This inkstone was a thing of my father's lifetime, so I'll pay for it." Da Jin just took it back and now I’m giving it to you, do you really have the nerve to accept it?”

Si Haoyuan glared at Si Qingmo, "What's wrong with my handwriting, your dad? Think about it, a few years ago, someone asked me to write Spring Festival couplets."

Si Qingmo chuckled and said, "I didn't do that to compliment you."

Si Haoyuan glared at him and didn't want to talk to him anymore. He just lowered his voice and said to Cheng Yinian: "Yiyi, since this is your father's thing, you should keep it as a thought."

Cheng Yinian hurriedly said: "I also call you dad now, and I will treat you as my own father."

When Si Haoyuan heard this, he felt soft and moved in his heart. He had wanted a daughter all his life, but it was a pity that he gave birth to a brat like Si Qingmo. When he heard his daughter-in-law's words, he immediately Said: "Okay, okay, then dad will accept it."

He took this square inkstone and took it to his study like a treasure.

Cheng Yinian took out another box and handed it to Mo Lan, "Mom, this is for you."

Mo Lan smiled with crooked eyebrows. In fact, she didn't care what the gift was. Even if it gave her a blank piece of paper, she would be happy. The main reason was that she just liked this daughter-in-law.

She took the box and said, "I have one too, Yiyi, you are so kind!"

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