I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

The quiet time in the yard passed slowly.

While Song Manman and Tao Shaoshao were lying on chairs basking in the sun and the children were studying quietly, there was a knock on the door.

'Snap' 'Snap' 'Snap'

Awakened by the knock on the door, Song Manman opened her eyelids, yawned, and said to Song Yi: "Song Yi, go open the door."

"immediately."

Hearing Song Manman's instructions, Song Yi immediately stood up and ran to open the door.

Outside the door were Song Hongqi and Zhu Shuang, who were sweating and panting.

"Xiaoyi."

"Third Grandpa, Third Grandma."

Seeing that it was Song Hongqi and Zhu Shuang, Song Yi hurriedly took the luggage from their hands and stepped aside to welcome them into the yard.

Seeing that it was Song Hongqi and Zhu Shuang, Song Manman and Tao Shaoshao, who were lying down, stood up instantly and shouted, "Third Uncle, Third Aunt."

"Hey, Manman."

Holding Song Manman's hand, Zhu Shuang called out affectionately.

Song Hongqi responded to Song Manman and his eyes drifted to Song Zhen who was learning to write with Ling Zheng.

Following Song Hongqi's gaze, Zhu Shuang held Song Manman's hand tightly and said, "Manman, your third uncle..."

"Aunt San, the grudges of the previous generation are over, so the next generation should not get involved."

Hearing what Song Manman said, Zhu Shuang nodded vigorously and responded.

I couldn't help but sigh at Song Manman's magnanimity.

Not to mention that the late Song Jiaojiao once pushed Manman into the water, the fact that Song Guangzong once wanted to sue the Song family is already unforgivable.

Although people often say that the grudges of this life should not be mixed into the next life, but how many people can really do it? !

Song Manman is not a saint, and at the beginning she had never thought about reconciling with Song Baogen.

It’s just that Song Zhen saved Song Chi last time, so there are always some connections between them, and she can’t be ungrateful.

......

In the evening, Grandpa Song was so excited when he saw Song Hongqi and Zhu Shuang coming over that he drank two more glasses of wine, which was rare.

"Okay, okay, the family is reunited. Let's eat!"

Song Zhen sat awkwardly in the seat below, looking at the table full of dishes, with his hand holding the chopsticks placed on the table, not daring to move.

This was the first time he had stayed for dinner at the Song family, and it was also the first time he felt what the warm atmosphere Song Chi described was like.

Seeing this, Tao Shaoshao repeatedly picked up dishes for Song Zhen and said, "Eat quickly. You are at home. There is no need to be so restrained."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Song Zhen ate the food that Tao Shaoshao put in his bowl in small bites. With Tao Shaoshao's constant comfort, he felt a lot more relaxed than before.

But his straight back still showed his nervousness.

After dinner, it was only half past seven.

Song Manman, Tao Shaoshao and Tang Yao were lying on the rocking chairs on the roof, looking at the stars that were connected together above their heads.

Below is Song Yi and Ling Zheng playing a classic game of this era - taking flower pictures.

Ling Xing had the most petals in his hands, a thick dozen of them, about a hundred or so.

Song Zhen stood aside without moving, just watching them play, his eyes full of curiosity.

Due to family reasons, Song Zhen has never played with toys.

On weekdays, when Song Baogen went out to work, he had to take care of his aunt Nannan and grandfather Song Guangzong, and he had no time to watch other children play, and those children were not willing to play with him.