Chapter 139

"Proverbs, leave it alone."

Seeing his frosty expression, Song Zhiyou nodded, "Oh, I see."

After packing up and returning home, Song Lan's voice rang out from behind the door, "I asked you to pick someone up, where did you go?"

Song Linye glanced at the quiet Song Zhiyou, squatted down and said through his phone, "Youzi, the person sitting inside is your grandfather. When you go in, stand in front of him and call him uncle in a gentle voice."

Song Zhiyou nodded, "Oh, I see."

Song Zhiyou was a little confused. Why did he have to behave? Maybe if he didn't behave, he would be thrown out of the house. Would that mean he wouldn't be able to see his brother and brother-in-law?

No, this is absolutely not possible.

But seeing Song Linye's rare serious expression, he nodded.

The moment the door was opened.

Song Zhiyou rushed out like a firecracker and stood in front of Song Lan, "Uncle."

The word "uncle" was so loud that it made people very happy. The only difference was that he used Malay. If he had not been a Malay official before, he would not have known even this little Malay.

Sometimes when I see that spoiled face that looks like my sister, my heart softens and I reach out to hug her, but Song Zhiyou hides the outstretched hands.

Song Lan was a little dazed. Song Zhiyou lowered her head embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, uncle. I'm not a healthy person yet. You'd better not hug me."

"Song Lan was a little confused. Why couldn't he understand Song Zhiyou's Malay when she spoke so fast?

Seeing Xiaoba's puzzled expression, Song Linye smiled a little uncomfortably, "Xiaoba, it's ok, why don't you stop being stubborn and just use the translator honestly, isn't he better?"

Then Song Linye briefly recounted Song Zhiyou's story, and there was heartache in his eyes when he looked at Song Zhiyou.

Song Zhiyou, who was still eating, suddenly raised his head. His porcelain-white face was covered in grease, and from a distance he looked like a greedy child. He grinned at Song Lan and asked, "Uncle, do you want to eat?"

Seeing that he had suffered so much injustice, yet still wanted to share things with others, Song Lan's heart suddenly turned into a pool of water.

Seeing that he was just cute, she sighed, "Okay, don't talk about what happened before. Now all you need to know is that Song Zhiyou is the eldest daughter of the Song family."

Song Linye's heart skipped a beat, and there was surprise in his eyes. Does that mean his aunt doesn't want him anymore?

Meeting Song Linye's puzzled eyes, Song Lan called Song Yan down to look after the child first.

Song Linye was brought outside, and the two stood outside. The dim street lights shone on them. The newly built swing began to sway from side to side in the wind, and the people watching felt like they were in a horror movie.

Song Linye swallowed his saliva, "Little Dad, I finally understand why Big Dad installed a swing here. If you were afraid of ghosts, you wouldn't have run out."

Said jokingly.

Song Lan was so angry that he wanted to smash this man to death. Doesn't this brat know how to talk every day? How can he say he's afraid of ghosts and won't come out?

"I'm telling you, don't provoke me when I'm at my angst, or I'll beat you into a folding screen."

""

Song Linye was curious, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked at Song Lan with a strange look. Could it be that Song Lan no longer wanted Song Zhiyou after seeing her like this?

Song Lan, who saw what Song Linye was thinking, slapped him on the head. "Are you missing something in your brain? How could I not want Song Zhiyou?"

Then someone muttered silently, "I'm not mentally ill. If I don't want Song Zhiyou anymore, there's no way I can take him back."

Song Linye covered his beaten head and looked at Song Lan with resentment in his eyes.

Sitting alone on the swing, the colorful flowers decorated on both sides of the swing are very much in line with Wen Sinian's aesthetic.

While swinging on the swing, I asked, "What happened?"

Song Lan paused, as if recalling something, and suddenly said, "Do you still remember your great-grandfather holding you when you were a child?"

Song Linye's eyes lit up. "Remember, the great grandfather who took me riding a horse! He also made a lot of snacks and carved puppets. When I brought the great grandfather's puppet to school before, a group of people came over like crazy to look at the puppet he carved for me. But the good times didn't last long. One day you said the great grandfather passed away."

"Weren't you curious about why your great-grandfather died suddenly?"

Song Linye nodded, holding the swing with one hand and pinching his chin with the other, looking thoughtful.

"That's because...your great-grandfather was angered to death by your aunt."

""

Song Linye looked at Song Lan in disbelief, his throat dry. "What did you say? You said that my great grandfather was pissed off to death by my aunt?"

Song Lan nodded, looking at the warm yellow streetlight beside her. Her voice was hollow and vague. "I don't know if this is right or not. The last time she messaged me was the day before yesterday. She wanted me to bring Song Zhiyou out, no matter what excuse I had."

I could feel the helplessness of my stepfather. On one side was his biological grandfather, and on the other side was his little sister who had been around for so long.

My sister was in trouble. Regardless of whether he was the first person she thought of or not, this was the first time my sister called him in ten years.

Song Linye looked at the distressed Song Lan and patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay. If this doesn't work, why don't you put him in an orphanage first and then get an adoption certificate? That will be all right."

The corners of Song's mouth twitched, "It's okay, as long as you are happy." Song Lan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Those people are not fools, how could they believe it just like that?

He glanced at Song Linye with a headache, and seeing that he was one of the few people who used his brain, he nodded with satisfaction, "It's okay, I'll think of other ways."

"By the way, don't take Yuzu out recently. It will be troublesome if you run into those people."

Song Linye nodded, "I understand, I'm not a fool." He muttered the last sentence.

Song Lan frowned and looked at him, "What are you talking about?"

Song Linye shook his head. "It's okay. I just thought it was already ten o'clock, so I wanted Song Yan and Youzi to go to bed quickly."

I originally planned to send Song Yan back to his room, but who knew that Song Yan had already taken people to the room newly prepared for Song Zhiyou.

Looking at the little cutie curled up on the big bed, with the snow-white sheets and quilt, matching her porcelain-white face and white hair, Song Linye thought of what he had asked her today, "Yuzu, where did you dye your hair? It looks pretty good."

"Really?" Song Zhiyou smiled so well that even her cute little fangs could be seen.

“I was born with this.”