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Nan Ge scratched his head, "I don't know either. He was here when I came down."

The second and third brothers obviously didn't believe it. She spread her hands helplessly, with an expression like you are asking me who I am asking.

Knowing that she would not lie, the second and third brothers stared at her for a few seconds and then looked away.

The eyes of the three people were the same, and they fell on someone on the opposite sofa.

Can't figure it out.

The second brother observed for a while, then whispered, "Brother looks at it, he seems to be in a good mood."

The third child: "Are you sure? Why do I feel a strange and eerie feeling?"

Nan Ge: "To be honest, I think so too."

On the opposite side, Nan Zhe calmly turned over a page of the newspaper, looking at the content at a glance. "If you three speak louder, the border shepherd raised by the old man in the backyard can hear it."

"..."

Forehead.

"No, we didn't mean that, big brother." As the oldest of the three, Nan Xi was naturally pushed out to block the knife at this time. "Just, look at your radiant and energetic face today, as if you have ushered in a second spring."

"..."

As soon as Nan Xi said this, Lao San and Nan Ge looked at him in horror.

What bullshit are you talking about? Hey! ! !

The third child hastily pulled Nan Ge to sit a little further away, and put aside the relationship:

"Brother, the two of us definitely didn't mean that! Only the second brother thinks so. We are different!"

Erchun also dared to say such things, teasing anyone who can't do it, dare to use it to tease Nan Zhe.

If he dies, he will die, so why drag them along!

I'm not afraid that the grave will be deserted in the coming year, and there will be no one to offer incense!

Anyway, leave a kindling!

Surprisingly, Nan Zhe just raised his eyebrows when he heard this, without any sign of anger.

He folded the newspaper, without raising his head, he said, "The first spring hasn't been settled yet, where did the second spring come from?"

That's it?

Why waited for a long time, the atmosphere was set in place, and it turned out to be a squib?

What about beating?

Where is the traditional project greeting mother?

Nothing at all!

Now, the three of them were frightened by Nan Zhe.

The three of them sat together, like elementary school students in class, sitting upright, not daring to glance at each other. After sitting like this for about ten minutes, when the waists of the three of them were a little stiff, the old man came back from the outside.

The old man has always had the habit of taking a walk in the morning.

As soon as he entered, he saw four grandchildren sitting neatly in the living room, and he was also taken aback.

No, to be precise, the three sat neatly.

The one on the opposite side is crossing his legs, as loose as he wants.

There was a stark contrast between the two sides. The old man looked at this posture, thought about it, and pretended not to see it, and prepared to go upstairs.

This seemed to be an "interrogation", so he stopped going to join in the fun.

Otherwise, his precious grandson would have to give him a few words of greeting.

"The old man is back." As everyone knew, Nan Zhe had already seen him.

The old man retracted his legs when he went upstairs, and responded with a sound.

"You kids, let's play, I'll go upstairs first..."

"What are you doing upstairs? What time is it and you still want to go back to sleep? Come here, come here, I'll read the newspaper to you."

The old man: "?"

The three elementary school chickens on the opposite side: "?"

The hospitality is hard to come by, when the old man sat down on the sofa next to him, he was still a little apprehensive, his small eyes cast aside the three on the sofa on the other side, and asked with his eyes.

He thought he could get some information, but the three people on the opposite side shook their heads at him in unison.

"..." The old man was contemptuous in his heart. As expected, these three little ones were all fancy but not useful.

I always lose the chain at critical moments, and I don't know if it was intentional.

It made the old man feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he didn't know what Nan Zhe was thinking. It seems that he is really reading the newspaper to him, but this is not Nan Zhe's style of painting at all.

When did this grandson take the initiative to read newspapers to him?

In the past, when he asked Nan Zhe to sit with him and have a cup of tea, this grandson always looked impatient. There must be a scam today!

Thinking of a few days ago, this grandson just walked the dog with him and said a few nice words. Then he got the key in his hand.

On his side, he was still immersed in the touching picture of his father's kindness and grandson's filial piety, but the grandson turned his head and went to move his antique collection.

How could he catch up with Nan Zhe with his old bones? When he followed, Nan Zhe was holding a tea set in his left hand, and picked up an ornament in his right hand, saying that he was going to give it to someone. He was so angry that he almost vomited three liters of blood.

Repeat the old trick today, hiss, is it possible that he has set his sights on one of his treasures again? Thinking of the few authentic calligraphy and paintings received just the day before yesterday, the old man's nervous hands were shaking.

He has to withdraw, danger!

Although the lock was changed upstairs, if his grandson really took a fancy to something, the lock would be a decoration at best.

It won't be long before it has to be scrapped.

As the saying goes, a gentleman must guard against locks, but as for Nan Zhe, a stinky hooligan... how can he defend himself?

This is too difficult to lock.

"Cough." Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help interrupting his voice. Nan Zhe paused, raised his eyelids and glanced at the old man.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other.

The old man's words got stuck, "That good grandson..."

Seeing him hesitating, Nan Zhe heard that he had coughed just now, so he asked, "Want some tea?"

"No……"

Before the old man could speak, Nan Zhe poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Do you want me to feed you?"

The old man: "..."

Although it's a bit weird, drinking this tea is not so reassuring. But Nan Zhechang has been a rebel all the way since he was so old, and he always likes to sing against him. Now he offered to pour tea for him, but the old man gritted his teeth and drank it.

The old man seemed to be being pulled from side to side, and at the same time he felt that he had to run quickly, otherwise it would be too late, and he would fall into the trap! On the one hand, he felt that his good grandson was really obedient today, and he felt relieved.

After drinking a cup of tea, the old man sighed, feeling comfortable.

After drinking this cup of tea, he didn't waver anymore, and stretched out his hand with peace of mind, "My dear grandson, have another cup."

Nan Zhe nodded, put down the newspaper, and poured tea for him.

This scene, at first glance, is quite harmonious.

The three elementary school chickens on the opposite side seemed to be invisible and transparent, sitting there watching the scene with distorted expressions, hesitating to speak.

After drinking four cups of tea in a row, Nan Zhe saw that the old man had finished drinking again, and made a gesture to pour it for him.

"No, no, it's okay, I can't eat breakfast anymore." The old man was almost full after drinking tea, so he hurriedly put down his teacup.

After enjoying it for so long, the old man knows that what should come will always come, and it is a knife to stretch his head and shrink his head. It's better to take the initiative and die more happily.

"Hey, dear grandson, just tell me what you want." The old man waved his hand, and if you don't look carefully, you really can't see his clenched teeth and clenched hands, "I recently collected two authentic works, you Do you want to go and see?"

Although the old man and the old lady of the Nan family were very strict with Youyou, they really had nothing to say to Nan Zhe. In the eyes of the old couple, no one can compare to Nan Zhe.