After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 378
Nan Song had vaguely heard about Uncle Ding Mao and Aunt Yu.

I just didn’t expect that Uncle Ding would actually come down the mountain! ! !

Ding Mao was watering the flowers in the yard with Yu Fengjiao, discussing when to return to Meisuli.

It would be more convenient for Yu Fengjiao's leg to be treated in Meisuli, and the environment there was also conducive to her recovery. However, Yu Fengjiao was still worried about Nan Song and wanted to see the situation again.

When the old naughty boy Ding Mao saw Nan Song, he smiled and said, "Little Songsong, I've been looking forward to your coming."

"Uncle Master, it's not strange for me to come, but it is strange for you to come."

Nan Song called Yu Fengjiao, went over to hold her hand, and looked at Ding Mao, "Didn't you threaten that you would never go down the mountain and die on the mountain? Are you going down the mountain for love?"

"Yes."

Ding Mao was very thick-skinned, without any embarrassment, "How is it? Is it serious?"

"The old Taoist priest has returned to secular life, so of course he is very powerful."

Nan Song teased him, stretched out her fist and hit Ding Mao's fist. When she was a child in Mesuli, Ding Mao would lead her and Rui Ge Manshan to play wildly.

She thought her uncle would be a bachelor for the rest of his life, but she didn't expect that he would still have such a fate with Aunt Yu.

It can be seen that fate is destined by God.

Nan Song took out a square of newly embroidered tulle, covered Yu Fengjiao's legs, and said, "I don't have time to embroider. This square of tulle was embroidered by our housekeeper, and she taught me how to embroider."

Yu Fengjiao and Aunt Wei touched the embroidery on it and praised it repeatedly, "What a wonderful hand. Thank her for me."

"Thank you."

Nan Song smiled softly and said, "Aunt Yu, don't worry about me. Let's go to Messuri with our uncle. It's important to treat the leg. I'll be watching over you at the Yu family. Everything will be fine."

With tears flashing in Yu Fengjiao's eyes, she hugged Nan Song and couldn't say a word.

After her son left, Ding Mao and Nan Song became her greatest comfort.

Fortunately, they gave her the hope and courage to continue living.

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After leaving the Yu family's old house, Nan Song went to the Jingwen Museum without stopping, taking the hairpin that was broken into two parts.

Under the light, Nan Sancai, wearing reading glasses, looked at the hairpin broken in two and compared it carefully.

Nan Song leaned over and said, "Grandpa, how are you doing? Can you fix it?"

"Why, do you look down on your grandfather's craftsmanship?"

The loose muscles on Nan Sancai's face trembled twice and he snorted softly.

"It's not that I look down on you, it's just that the hairpin is broken a little weirdly."

Nan Song said: "Logically speaking, there should be some thorns after the wood is broken into two pieces, but this one doesn't have any. It was broken a bit too cleanly."

Nan Sancai asked her, "Where did you get this wooden hairpin?"

"Shoot? No shoot."

Nan Song stared at the hairpin, "When Youyou and I went out to play, I bought it at a street stall. It was just for the convenience of tying my hair. I thought the wood was quite good and it should be an old tree."

"I randomly picked up a thousand-year-old tree on the carpet. You are possessed by a koi carp."

Nan Sancai said, his hands kept moving and he had already started to repair it.

"Thousand years? Such an exaggeration?"

Nan Song was surprised for a moment, "Isn't that very valuable?"

She suddenly felt that she had neglected Master Muhan.

"Antiques are just taking advantage of age. In the eyes of those who like to study, they are priceless, but to those who don't understand, they think they are just an ordinary piece of wood."

Nan Sancai said: "Whether it's worth something or not depends on whether you like it or not."

Nan Song said seriously: "There are also money-crazy people like me. I might have thought it was just ordinary, but when I found out it was valuable, I immediately liked it!"

She muttered: "If I had known it was a treasure, I wouldn't have given it to Yu Jinwen..."

When Nan Sancai heard this, he asked, "Is the blood on this hairpin his?"

The topic suddenly became heavier.

Nan Song's heart sank and he gave a faint "hmm".

"And Yan Yuan's." Nan Sancai frowned slightly, "A hairpin was broken into two pieces, and one person was holding one piece in his hand. It was stained with their blood. Why does it sound so mysterious?"

Nan Song didn't think so at first, but when his grandfather said this, he got goosebumps.

"Don't talk about being possessed by a spirit. It's scary."

Nan Sancai shrugged, "Flowers, trees and everything have spirituality, not to mention this thousand-year-old tree, which has been cultivated to perfection for a long time. Didn't you see there are eyes on it?"

"Eye?"

Nan Song's scalp was fried, and he suddenly had the courage to move forward, "Where is it?"

Nan Sancai pointed to the rose carved with "Nan Song" on the hairpin, "Look, this is the head, and these are the eyes... Tell me, you carved the word 'Nan Song' right on someone's eyes. Stab someone blindly."

"I even saw its legs."

"where?"

"It's jumping on your hand, don't you feel it?"

"Yeah! I feel it, I feel it!"

"..."

Wen Jingyi was lying on the crack of the door listening, and was so frightened that he fell to the door and gnawed on the mud, "Ouch!"

Nan Song and Nan Sancai looked over, looked at each other, and then laughed together.

When they were young, they worked together to scare the two brothers Ji Yun and Bai Luyu. They would scare each other accurately and believe whatever they said. This was the source of happiness for the grandfather and grandson.

Nan Sancai fiddled with it for a long time before putting the hairpins together.

"It should be difficult to fully recover. Let them grow on their own. Maybe they will be together as they grow."

*
In the evening, Luo Junheng stayed in the ward and was changing the water in the vase.

The bunch of gladioli plants given by Nan Song are still very strong. After two days, the petals have only wilted slightly, but they can still live for a while if they are cared for.

A white "little rabbit" suddenly moved in front of him, "Big brother, big brother, are you there?"

The sudden sound startled Luo Junheng.

He frowned and leaned over to look at the "Jade Rabbit Speaker", which displayed an incoming voice call from Nan Song. He raised his hand and pressed "Answer."

Nan Song's voice came from the speaker, "Brother, you are in the ward."

Luo Junheng said in a deep voice, "Yeah."

"You're not scared by me, are you?"

Luo Junheng lowered his eyes and glanced at Yan Yuan, who was lying motionless on the hospital bed, and said calmly: "No."

"That's scary."

Luo Junheng: "?"

Nan Song: "Otherwise you might scold me directly - do you want to die?"

Luo Junheng: "..."

When the eldest brother was about to scold him, Nan Song quickly said: "I just got home and I'm exhausted. I'm about to take a shower. Let me play a song for you."

Luo Junheng looked indifferent and said slowly: "What does bathing have to do with singing?"

"I'm bored when I'm taking a shower, but I won't be bored anymore if I play a song."

"..."

"Then I let it go."

As Nan Song said, Luo Junheng did not express any objection.

Soon, a beautiful English song came from the speakers, accompanied by the sound of running water from the shower, and then... Nan Song started humming along.

Her singing mixed in, forming an abrupt trio.

Luo Junheng didn't want to hurt his ears, so he planned to turn the volume of the speaker to the lowest level, but he saw Yan Yuan's fingers moving, and then moving again, on the hospital bed.

It seems that the little girl's singing does have a frightening effect.

(End of this chapter)