He Is Warmer Than Time

Zhou Hongru was not angry either. The person who had a greeting card each year could give him a pipe worth more than three hundred this year. This is already a growth. Not only is he not angry, but he also feels very happy that he has lived to be eighty. Maybe his grandson can give him a gift worth a thousand yuan.

Zhou Nan found that she hadn't been angry enough with the old man, so she lost her interest, went to the side hall lazily, and sat down. She didn't like to socialize or say high-sounding words, so she just sat lazily.

Wherever she went, Zhou Hongru led everyone there. After all, he was the grandson he was most proud of. It wasn't enough to boast.

Because Zhou Nan was sitting lazily, the pocket on the stomach of the sweater was folded, and Xie Rong's eyes were sharp, and she saw something in her pocket at a glance.

"Zhou Nan, what's in your pocket? Did you plan to send only greeting cards to your grandfather?"

Zhou Nan's face sank, and he reached out his hand to cover his pocket: "No."

Xie Rong was struggling: "Is it just chanting, I bought this pipe on a temporary basis, right?"

Zhou Nan's face was gloomy and didn't say a word.

Xie Rong reached out to touch her sweater pocket, Zhou Nan was almost about to punch someone.

Xie Rong took out the greeting card in her sweater. It was very naive. These days, elementary school students would not buy the kind of "Happy Birthday to you and Happy Birthday to you" with small lanterns that are mechanical when they are turned on.

Xie Rong laughed: "Is this kind of greeting card still available on the market?"

Zhou Nan's face turned pale. Today is really cheap, this dead old man.

Xie Rong opened her face, still sarcasm, "I wish you good luck in the East China Sea, and longevity than Nanshan, Gu Yanzhi, head of the 29th regiment. ’

Originally, Zhou Hongru didn’t have much expression. He used to have such a greeting card every year, but when he heard the words of Gu Yanzhi, head of the 29th Regiment, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he drew Xie Rong’s hand. Greeting card.

Xie Rong didn't even react.

what?

The head of the twenty-ninth regiment?

Sincerely, Gu Yanzhi?

How can it be? real or fake? Did this kid write it himself? Pretend to be their leader, right?

Zhou Hongru's fingers trembled, and he read those two lines many times, almost staring out the small greeting card.

He took the card and sat next to Zhou Nan. Zhou Nan's face was so bad that she shouldn't have brought this card.

Zhou Hongru excitedly said, "Nan Nan...this...is this really a greeting card from the head of Gu?"

Zhou Nan dug his ears lazily: "No, I pretended to write it."

Xie Rong said proudly: "I'll just say, the head of the team Gu is so busy, how come..."

Zhou Hongru glared at her, and Xie Rong didn't dare to say anything.

"Your font, grandpa knows it, it's not yours, it's so powerful, elegant and elegant, it looks like it was written by a broad-minded, knowledgeable person."

Zhou Nan pouted, as for? No one has come, is it really interesting for you to slap our head like this, old man?

"I really wrote it myself. I want to make you happy. I imitated other people's fonts. But when I came here, my conscience discovered it, so I thought, I'd better buy some gifts for you. Our head is not so busy. of."

The old man's eyes darkened, but he saw the housekeeper rushing over: "Master, there is someone outside the villa, and there is no invitation, but he said he is Gu Yanzhi, the head of the 29th regiment. I'm not sure if I want to let him in. ."