That's not the case~

Song Yi: "I didn't hit you, that's good enough!"

Fang Jizong was somewhat convinced. Just as he was about to stand up and leave, he came to his senses.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why did she hit me?"

Song Yi: "You're not wrong, why would she say that about you?"

Fang Jizong: "She said something inexplicable about me, does it make sense?"

Song Yi said calmly: "Your mother always has her reasons!"

Fang Jizong looked at his father sideways: What kind of father is this?

He must have been a punching bag as a child!

After dinner, she went on to look at the things she had collected.

The meteorite pearl from outer space slipped away from her hands ten years ago, but now it is back.

Although it is not the same one, the previous one was smaller and not as transparent as the current one.

Wipe the sealing wax clean and put it aside.

Next, look at the photos.

The people in the photo are not beautiful Chinese, but Xia Chinese.

It’s not from modern times, it’s from many years ago, it looks like the Republic of China period.

Song Yi was also watching and he picked out a wedding photo.

The man is wearing a suit and the woman is wearing a wedding dress. It is a very Western-style wedding photo, which should have been very fashionable at the time.

"Atang, this photo is very similar to the one we took!" Song Yi's voice was soft and full of nostalgia.

She took a look and wondered how they looked alike.

When she was forced by her great-grandfather to take a photo, she was not prepared at all and was wearing men's clothes.

The owner of the photo studio looked at them like they were crazy.

What annoyed her the most was that Song Yi went to ask his boss to take better-looking photos.

She can still clearly remember what her boss said in reply.

"Take pictures, take pictures, and make sure it looks like it. If it doesn't look like it, I'll lose my job!"

At that time, she said to the boss: "Who would come to your place if they didn't take pictures? You look like Wang Xifeng, and if I ask you to take pictures of me as Pan Jinlian, can you say that your skills are not good enough?"

When the studio owner took pictures of them, his big eyeballs almost rolled up to the top of his head.

Fang Jizong was standing nearby, and when he heard Song Yi's words, he immediately took advantage of the opportunity to intervene.

"Father, why don't you let me see the picture of my mother?"

Song Yi put his hand on Fang Jizong's head and pushed the door.

"It's too late, go to bed!"

Fang Jizong staggered after being pushed and turned around to glare angrily.

Song Yi looked over.

Fang Jizong quickly turned around and looked at Fang Zongtang: "Mother, where is your wedding photo with father? I want to see it."

Fang Zongtang raised his head: "Who told you that we have wedding photos?"

Fang Jizong immediately changed his expression to one of disbelief, pointed at Song Yi and said, "Father just said that."

She laughed: "He said, you can ask him for it. I don't have it anyway."

Fang Jizong was angry again.

Isn't it just a photo? Why did the couple hide it from him?

"I'm going to bed!" Fang Jizong turned around and left!

Song Yi put the photo down and said, "This old man should be a photographer."

She put the photos away carefully. These photos are witnesses of history. Maybe one day they will be seen by their descendants. She put them away carefully and exchange them for antiques with Lin Wenyou when she returns!

"It's possible that he's an alcoholic and stole these things from the photographer," she said, picking up the bottle and shaking it.

Song Yi picked up the bottle cap but didn't put it on.

Bigger.

It's not even on a wine bottle.

There was nothing special about the wine bottle, there was a piece of paper stuffed inside, and she was curious about what was written on it.

"No more bottles, take out the paper!"