After a moment of silence, Xiao Yan could only sigh: "Then remember to call me if you have any difficulties."
"The biggest help you can do me is if you don't bother me." Xiao Chen glanced at her and turned away.
"Xiao Chen." Xiao Yan called out from behind him, then took out a bag.
When I opened the bag, I saw a framed photo inside.
The photo of Xiao Chen on his first day at the Xiao family.
"What?" Xiao Chen glanced at the photo.
He once treasured this photo.
Because this is the only photo of him with his parents, sister and brother.
But now, the photo is no longer important.
"This photo was taken when you came back. Please keep it." Xiao Yan handed over the photo.
"It's no longer needed. Just throw it away." Xiao Chen glanced at her and turned away.
Looking at Xiao Chen's leaving back, Xiao Yan's heart ached.
It was as if something important was forcibly ripped away from her heart.
She held the photo in her hand and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.
After another class, it was time to end.
"Xiao Chen, go eat." The fat man at the next table, Xu Dachui, picked up his lunch box and greeted him.
Xu Dachui has a carefree personality and is the first friend Xiao Chen made after transferring here.
"I'm not going. I've finished solving this problem." Xiao Chen said.
"I'll wait for you." Xu Dachui suppressed the hunger in his stomach and waited for Xiao Chen.
Just at this moment, Song Ziyan walked over carrying an exquisite lunch box.
She put the lunch box on the table, opened it, and saw small compartments inside.
There are three dishes and one soup.
"Xiao Chen, eat." Song Ziyan took out two pairs of chopsticks and handed one to Xiao Chen.
"Eat?" Xiao Chen's mind was still full of various formulas, and he was unable to come back to his senses for a while.
"I couldn't get used to the food at school, so my mom brought it to me from home."
Song Ziyan blinked twice: "She made too much, I can't finish it."
"How can I feel embarrassed about this?" Xiao Chen scratched his head.
This dish looks very tempting, braised pork ribs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, and kelp and pork ribs soup.
The cooking skills of the nanny in Song Ziyan's family are no worse than those of the chefs in five-star hotels.
"You helped me with my studies, so it's only right that I give something back to you." Song Ziyan stuffed the chopsticks into his hand.
"Besides, my mom always prepares a lot. I can't finish it, so it would be a waste to throw it away."
"Well, okay then." Xiao Chen hesitated and took the chopsticks.
Song Ziyan's eyebrows curved like crescent moons. She took out the dishes, and there was a serving of rice underneath.
The specially supplied Wuchang rice is not available on the market, so she only picked out a small portion and gave the rest to Xiao Chen.
"I... seem to have been forced to eat a handful of dog food." Xu Dachui covered his chest, looking hurt.
"Student Li, you don't have to invite Xiao Chen to eat with you anymore." Song Ziyan turned her head.
"Why? My Chenchen, are you going to take my Chenchen away?" Xu Dachui acted as if he was terrified.
"My...mom brings me lunch every day, and I can't finish it all." Song Ziyan looked harmless.
"Ah, my Chenchen...you are going to abandon me from now on."
Xu Dachui stood up exaggeratedly and ran away with his lunch box.
"Student Song, this isn't very nice." Xiao Chen said a little embarrassedly: "You can ask Auntie to do less."
"Of course, I'll take care of your meals from now on." Song Ziyan sat down, her eyebrows curved into crescents with joy: "Let's eat."
Fragrant spare ribs and sweet and sour scrambled eggs with tomatoes. It was the first time for Xiao Chen to eat such delicious dishes.
Seeing that the box was completely eaten, Song Ziyan thought that he had to prepare more tomorrow.
It’s better to change to a bigger lunch box, otherwise it won’t be enough for my brother to eat.
"Thank you, classmate Song. Tell Auntie not to prepare so much tomorrow." Xiao Chen took the initiative to pack up the lunch box.
"Okay, but my mother probably won't listen to me." Song Ziyan blinked her big watery eyes.
"By the way, does your grandfather like that calligraphy and painting?" Xiao Chen asked.
"I haven't given it to him yet. I will give it to him when I get home tonight," said Song Ziyan.
Night, Jiuzhou five-star hotel.
The hotel was bustling with activity, with red carpets and lanterns hanging.
Today is the birthday of Song Yunming, the CEO of Huaye Bank, and he has booked the entire hotel.
The Song family's direct relatives gathered together.
As the birthday boy today, Song Yunming also seemed very happy.
The table was piled high with gifts from the younger generations.
As a junior, Song Ziyan also presented the painting he had chosen at the right time.
"Zi Yan, what gift did you give your grandfather?" an elder teased.
"It's a painting. I hope grandpa likes it." Song Ziyan smiled sweetly.
"Haha, okay, let me see." Song Yunming took the painting with a smile.
When he opened it, he knew what it was and said with a smile, "Not bad, not bad. It's a copy of Wang Anshi's Shurangama Sutra."
"Although it is a copy, the brushstrokes already have one-third of Wang Anshi's charm, making it highly collectible."
"So it's not an original." Song Ziyan's cousin yelled, "Cousin, why did you give Grandpa a fake? This painting didn't cost much, did it?"
"It didn't cost much, just three thousand yuan," said Song Ziyan.
This cousin Zhou Zhe provokes her from time to time, and she is almost annoyed.
"You only gave Grandpa a gift worth three thousand yuan for his birthday, but the can of Maofeng I gave him was worth fifty or sixty thousand yuan."
Although Zhou Zhe looks harmless, he is targeting us everywhere.
"Haha, the price of a gift doesn't matter, as long as the thought is there." Song Yunming laughed: "Zi Yan, I like it very much."
"As long as grandpa likes it." Song Ziyan said with a smile.
"That's impossible. Grandpa loves calligraphy and painting so much, how could you give him a fake?" Zhou Zhe said stubbornly, "Is my cousin stingy? Can't bear to buy the real thing?"
Song Ziyan was very angry: "Of course not, it's just..."
Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered what Xiao Chen said when he bought this painting.
She said, "Grandpa, this painting was chosen for me by my classmate."
"He told me to tell you that there's a lot more to words than words."
"Oh, is there something fishy? Let me take a look." Song Yunming picked up his reading glasses and put them on, then began to look carefully.
He originally didn't want to refuse his granddaughter's kindness, but when he took a closer look, he immediately saw the clue.
The calligraphy seemed unusually thick, so he quickly spread it out on the table. "Quickly, bring me my treasure bag."
The housekeeper hurried to get Song Yunming's treasure bag.
Song Yunming likes to tinker with antiques, calligraphy and paintings, so he has his own set of tools.
When he took a closer look, he realized that the calligraphy seemed to be extraordinary.
He asked someone to bring some clean water and sprayed it gently with a watering can.
"Mr. Song, could this be a calligraphy within a calligraphy?" The housekeeper helped from the side.
He had gone to the market with Old Song before and bought a pair of priceless calligraphy.
Judging from Mr. Song’s posture, this calligraphy seems to have a different meaning.
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