Even if he was shocked by the fact that his daughter liked his stepbrother.

But it won't sacrifice my daughter's happiness.

He couldn't even imagine how much his daughter would suffer if she married a man like that.

Or maybe he was afraid that she really looked like her mother.

Song Minghui had already suffered the pain of losing his wife once and could not accept anything happening to his daughter.

During that period, he often had dreams.

In the dream, the daughter couldn't let go of her brother and did a lot of wrong things in order to stay with Gu Chengze.

Life wasn't good afterwards.

Song Minghui was awakened by the shock.

He...maybe he's gone crazy?

There are obviously more paths to take than just getting married.

Song Yiyi glanced at him and said, "Don't think I'll accept your apology. Think about it carefully. Don't treat me like this again in the future."

Song Minghui's old face flushed, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no."

Neither of them mentioned this little episode again.

The whole family went back after having dinner in the city.

The examination results of the three people showed that there was no major problem.

Song Minghui has a bit of osteoarthritis.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to work in the fields now. The doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs and asked him to keep his knees warm.

Cai Mengjun is in good health.

Not to mention Cen Yue, all his indicators are normal to the point of being excellent.

Song Yiyi specifically mentioned his fever to the doctor.

The equipment in the city hospital is not that advanced, so the doctor checked Cen Yue and thought there was no problem.

Tell them that if they are worried, they can go to the capital for further checking.

Then we can only wait until we get back to the compound.

Several people returned home.

As we reached the entrance of the village, we saw people chatting under a tree. When they saw the car, they stood up and waved.

Cen Yue slowly stopped the car.

Song Minghui rolled down the window and asked, "Fourth Uncle, is there something wrong?"

The man was very old and his hearing was not very good.

Unable to hear what Song Minghui said, he shouted to himself, "Minghui, your house has collapsed!"

Song Minghui thought his fourth uncle was joking.

When I opened the gate, I saw a magical scene.

Only Song Yiyi's house sank.

It really collapsed.

Song Yiyi and Cen Yue looked at each other, and both thought there was something fishy.

But soon, they realized they were overthinking it.

There is a pit under Song Yiyi's house.

Cen Yue and Song Minghui dug out two large boxes from inside.

When Song Minghui saw the box, he suddenly became very excited.

He first ran to close the gate.

Then I found a rag and started wiping.

After wiping off the dust that had accumulated over the years, the original appearance of the box was revealed to the people.

"This is a Tibetan cowhide suitcase."

Song Minghui smiled strangely, "Your grandmother's dowry!"

Song Yiyi almost thought her old father was scolding someone.

The box has intricate patterns and has been somewhat worn over the years, but you can still see its former appearance.

Song Minghui walked forward and opened the box directly.

Song Yiyi was very active and stretched her neck to look inside.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my god!"

Small yellow croaker!

So many small yellow croakers!

Shining with gold!

The box was very large, and there was something wrapped in brown paper on the side. When it was opened, it turned out to be a jade vase, which looked unusual.

There are also several calligraphy and paintings hidden in the vase.

Both boxes were opened and the yard was quiet for half a minute.

Song Minghui spoke first: "This...your grandma didn't say that there are these things at home..."

He is somewhat embarrassed now.

"Dad, grandma didn't tell you that."

Song Yiyi reminded him, "Did you live in this house before?"

Song Minghui was silent for a moment, shook his head, glanced at Cai Mengjun, and then said, "Your mother lives there."

That's right.

She walked over to the box and started rummaging through it.

Sure enough, there was another small box at the bottom of the box. When it was opened, it was wrapped in several layers of brown paper.

When I opened it, I saw yellowed family letters and stubs inside.

Song Yiyi waved to Cen Yue, "Give me one."

Cen Yue quickly took out a small yellow croaker and compared it with the stub in Song Yiyi's hand.

Both the small yellow croaker and the stub have the seal of a business from the Republic of China period.

Song Yiyi picked up the letter from home and read it again.

After looking at it for a long time, he turned around and handed it to Song Minghui, "Dad, look."

It was mainly traditional Chinese characters, which she found difficult to recognize.

Song Minghui held the letter carefully, tilted his head back, and then read the words carefully.

Song Yiyi looked at him like this and the corners of her mouth twitched.

I should check my parents' eyesight again today.

Why does it feel like her old man is presbyopic despite being so young?

After reading it carefully, Song Minghui said solemnly, "This is a letter to your grandmother, similar to a dowry list."

He pointed to the things on the ground, "These are all registered."

After these words were spoken, everyone in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the steel stamp on the small yellow croaker, it is not a cultural relic, so it does not involve the issue of handing it over.

There are also family letters and stubs that can serve as supporting evidence.

These things can be kept.

Song Minghui waved his hand and said, "Ayue, you and Yiyi can take these things away."

It has been dug out. Keeping it at home will be a hidden danger and there is no guarantee that it will not be seen by anyone.

Song Yiyi also looked at Cen Yue, her eyes shining.

It would be best if Cen Yue had a way to find a place to store the things.

Cen Yue didn't hesitate and agreed directly: "Okay."

The house collapsed.

The most important thing right now is to repair the house.

Cen Yue wanted to stay and help, but Song Minghui refused. "You two should leave now. Don't delay. Building a house is a small matter. It's not the busy farming season. Just ask the villagers for help. They will provide food and some wages."

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