At the next table, Grandpa Song stood up and raised his glass. "This year marks a turning point for China. The year has entered its eighth year. May the prosperity of China flourish and the well-being of our people be assured. Let us all raise a toast together."
Grandpa Zhong also stood up, his face flushed with excitement: "We should have a toast. As a retired civil servant, I really didn't expect China to have such a unique day. The return of the foreigners to China, China is magnificent!"
“Done!”
Everyone raised their glasses and stood up, smiling.
"I wish our motherland will become better and better."
After congratulating in unison, everyone drank the wine in their glasses.
"Eat food, eat food~"
Everyone sat down, exchanged greetings and asked each other to eat.
The restaurant has a lively atmosphere.
The meal was a joyous one and didn't end until 1:30.
Just as the two families left the restaurant, the soldier on duty outside ran in and reported, "Marshal, there's a couple outside claiming to be your uncle and cousin. They're here with gifts to wish you a happy new year. They're being stopped at the gate. Should we get rid of them or have them wait in the living room?"
Lin Qingqing looked at Mr. Song.
It depends on what grandpa thinks.
"I'll go check at the door." Old Master Song said with a frown.
Who wishes New Year’s greetings on New Year’s Eve?
Maybe something happened.
Old Mrs. Song followed him out.
After all, Song Lien was raised by her since he was a child, and she couldn't give up this kindness all at once.
Lin Qingqing gave Song Yiyuan a look.
Let him go to the door with the two old men to check if anything happened.
Outside the Lin residence.
Uncle Song, with wounds all over his face, stood with Song Min with his head lowered.
The two men had dazed eyes and said they were here to pay New Year's greetings. They were holding a small bag in their hands.
As soon as Mr. Song came out, he saw his eldest son, with whom he had severed ties, covered in wounds.
"Who hit you?"
Even if the relationship was severed, Song Lien was still a researcher at the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Who would be so cruel to a national researcher?
Uncle Song looked up and glanced at Old Man Song superficially. When he saw Old Lady Song's concerned and distressed gaze, he lowered his head in shame.
"Nothing, I just fell down accidentally. I was busy with research yesterday, which was New Year's Day, so I came here today to wish them a happy new year."
He held the bag forward.
Mr. Song didn't even glance at the bag and asked again, "Who hit you?"
Uncle Song put the bag at the door and said, "Little Min and I are going to eat."
After saying that, he pulled Song Min and turned around.
"Stop right there!"
Old Master Song got angry.
Uncle Song lowered his head and turned away.
Mr. Song was angry.
"You're a public servant. If anyone dares to attack you, you should call the police immediately. You're already in your teens, and you still don't know how to protect yourself."
"I know, Dad."
Uncle Song hung his head, looking pitiful.
Old Mrs. Song wiped her eyes and said, "It's almost two o'clock now. How come you didn't even have lunch during the New Year?"
She walked over and shook Uncle Song's arm and asked.
"Hiss~"
Uncle Song took a breath.
"Dad, my arm was injured."
Song Min added a sentence from the side.
Old Mrs. Song was angry and slapped Uncle Song on the arm.
"You are mute. Who hit you?"
As he spoke, tears began to fall from the old man's eyes.
Song Min quickly took out his handkerchief and whispered, "My mother was beaten by my grandmother's family. My mother wanted to remarry my father, but my father didn't agree, so the Lu family beat him."
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