She wondered how she came to Beijing Suicheng with Yun Hanqin.
Is Lord Xun here?
Only Aunt Song put her hands together nervously.
Anxiety and worry are all on her face, and even expensive cosmetics can't hide her haggardness.
She was scared.
If the father has a long life and two shortcomings, how will she face her brother and sister-in-law in the future, how will she face the Song family.
If so, there will be a gap between her husband's family and her parents' family.
Then how will she live at her husband's house in the future?
She prayed in her heart, hoping that her father would listen to Yun Shao's advice.
Stop being stubborn.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
There were footsteps upstairs, and Song Zhiyong and Yun Hanqin came down.
Aunt Song stood up immediately, "How's it going? Is the old man letting go?"
Yun Hanqin said: "The old man wants to talk to Zuo Qingxuan."
As soon as I heard this, I knew that the old man was relieved.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Gao Yawen said, "I will call her now."
Aunt Song breathed happily, "Great, great."
She wiped her tears, her nerves were tense these days, and she was afraid that she might collapse first.
Song Zhiyong comforted her a few words, looked at the others and said, "Grandpa wants to talk about it. This is a good thing. Don't worry about it for a while and don't interfere."
Everyone nodded, for this.
During this period, the Song family was one of the first two adults, and they became bald.
There was the sound of cars outside the door.
Song Zhiyong and Gao Yawen went out to greet them.
Soon, the two of them walked in with Zuo Qingxuan, who was wearing a white dress.
She originally belonged to the gentle and elegant type, and she matched this long white dress like a fairy.
Entering into a wealthy family like the Song family, he is not stingy in the slightest.
On the contrary, because of her self-confidence, she feels like an artist.
She greeted the Song family with a soft voice.
Mo Luan sat on the sofa and did not get up. Zuo Qingxuan looked at it from this angle, and only half the back of his head could be seen.
She was puzzled for a moment. Is the Song family a guest?
Relatives?
However, this is not what she should care about.
Zuo Qingxuan quickly withdrew his sight.
Yun Hanqin said: "Miss Zuo, Song Lao is not very good-tempered now, I hope you can bear it more."
She nodded and said, "When did Yun Shao come?"
"Just here, let's go up."
Everyone was not in the mood to chat and chat, Yun Hanqin and Song Zhiyong Zuo Qingxuan directly went upstairs.
Mother Song looked sad: "I hope the old man can agree."
This is what everyone wants.
Upstairs bedroom.
The three of them pushed the door in, and the old man sat on the couch by the bed with a towel on his leg.
His hair was gray and his face was haggard.
"grandfather."
When Song Lao looked over, Zuo Qingxuan greeted softly, "Song Lao."
"Sit down."
The three of them sat down, and Yun Hanqin said, "Don't worry, Miss Zuo is skilled, and she can definitely repair it flawlessly."
Old Song looked at Zuo Qingxuan, and said in an old hoarse voice: "Miss Zuo, please tell me."
Zuo Qingxuan said: "The only way now is to remake a pair of wings."
"Because the head and wings are damaged more severely, it is almost impossible if it is just pasted and repaired. Even if it is barely successful, there will be many defects, which is far from the original appearance of the Asuka statue."
She said in a soft voice, "So, my suggestion is to rewash and make a pair of wings."
Old Song closed his eyes.
Song Zhiyong and Zuo Qingxuan looked at each other, thinking that Song Lao was still unwilling.
Song Zhiyong couldn't help but want to speak--