Because there were only a few lights on sparsely below the stage, Shen Zhihuan couldn't make out anything except a sea of ​​heads.

Shen Zhihuan sat down calmly and picked up the bamboo zither.

The hand rises, the zither and bamboo fall.

The tense atmosphere of impending war suddenly emerged.

House of Flying Daggers

The passion of the people in the audience was instantly awakened.

Then the scenes of the ancient battlefield and the solemn atmosphere are shown.

The tension gradually increased...

Arranging camps, playing music, selecting generals, arranging battle array, marching, ambush, the small battle of Jiming Mountain, the great battle of Jiuli Mountain, the defeat of King Xiang, the suicide at Wujiang River, the victory of the army, the generals competing for merit, and the victorious return to the camp.

"House of Flying Daggers" not only has high artistic value in music, but also requires extremely high playing skills. Especially for an instrument like yangqin, which is famous for its crisp and bright sound, playing it with murderous aura and sorrowful grandeur really tests the performer's playing skills and foundation.

When the song ended, the audience burst into applause.

Mr. Zhao's body shook violently and he stood there in a daze.

His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened. His lips trembled slightly, his throat tightened, and he stammered, not knowing what to say.

His eyes were fixed on the man on the stage.

I can play yangqin, guitar, chess, foreign languages, and cook...

I know everything! Mr. Zhao’s mind was working fast.

Until the people on the stage bowed and left the stage amid thunderous applause.

Mr. Zhao seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

He stood up quickly, grabbed a passing staff member with both hands, and asked excitedly, "Where do I go to the backstage?"

The murderous aura frightened the staff so much that they trembled.

After a while, the staff member tremblingly pointed to the end of the aisle.

Zhao Heping ignored everyone's surprised looks and ran quickly to the backstage.

In the crowd, an old lady in a black down jacket and with gray hair also hurriedly stood up and ran backstage.

Behind the curtain, Su Ziyu had just zipped up his young wife's down jacket when he felt a figure rushing towards him. He subconsciously twisted the man's arm and held it behind his back.

"Su Ziyu..." the man said angrily.

"Commander Zhao..." Su Ziyu was surprised for a moment and quickly let go.

As soon as Mr. Zhao was free, he didn't care about Su Ziyu's unreasonableness and rushed directly to Shen Zhihuan.

Eyes met.

Both of their eyes suddenly turned red.

"Huanbao!" Finally, it was Old Master Zhao who spoke first.

Those two simple words seemed to have drained away all his courage.

"Grandpa!" Shen Zhihuan's tears burst out again.

Su Ziyu was stunned.

Grandpa...

Shen Zhihuan has no grandfather.

When Butcher Li was alive, the Shen sisters called him Grandpa.

Su Ziyu understood instantly.

He looked around to make sure no one noticed this little corner, then he whispered, "Wife, Grandpa, this is not the place to talk."

The two of them, with tears in their eyes, wiped away their tears quickly.

After Su Ziyu's reminder, Mr. Zhao also realized his recklessness.

However, since Su Ziyu could say this, I think he must know the origin of his Huanbao.

The three of them calmed down and were just about to walk out when Sun Sijun ran over with red eyes.

Seeing Su Ziyu here, she forced herself to suppress her excitement for fear that he would notice something.

Shen Zhihuan's appearance had changed, and she didn't dare to recognize him. She could only look at her man for help.

"Peace……"

"Huanbao! Huanbao!" Sun Sijun's tears suddenly burst out.

"Grandma..." Shen Zhihuan called out with red eyes.

I saw that the two old people and one young were about to start crying again.

Su Ziyu hurriedly led the three people to his office through a shortcut.

As soon as the door was closed, Sun Sijun hugged Shen Zhihuan, calling him darling and baby.

During this period, the old and the young never stopped crying.

Mr. Zhao couldn't bear to take his eyes off Shen Zhihuan.

After crying enough, Shen Zhihuan pulled the man to introduce him to the two elders solemnly, "Grandpa, grandma, his name is Su Ziyu, and he is your grandson-in-law."

"Commander Su, they are the grandparents I told you about."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Grandpa, grandma." Su Ziyu called respectfully.

Only then did Mr. Zhao and Sun Sijun look at the man in front of them seriously.

His face was angular, his nose was straight, his brows revealed an imposing arrogance, and his neat short hair made his handsome features look even sharper and more unruly.

Before……

It is the superiors who look upon their subordinates.

I feel like there are bright spots everywhere.

Now……

It is the pig that the elders use to look after their own cabbages.

Nothing about it is pleasing to the eye.

Even the points that were previously considered shining points have become stepping stones for deduction of points.

Just when the two were about to frown, their eyes simultaneously swept over Shen Zhihuan's bulging belly.

After a long silence, the two seemed to have gone through a huge psychological struggle, and finally chose to compromise with a sigh.

Sun Sijun held Shen Zhihuan's hand and forced a smile, "Huanbao, grandma just wants you to be happy."

As they talked, the eyes of the grandparents and grandchildren became red again.

In her previous life, her and the old man's greatest wish was to see their granddaughter, whom they had raised, wear a wedding dress...

Zhao Heping said with a fierce look on his face, "Boy, be good to my Huanbao in the future. If I find out that you bully him, I will skin you alive."

"Grandpa! Grandma! Don't worry, I will take good care of Zhihuan." Su Ziyu hurriedly made the assurance.

Su Ziyu was a very smart person. As soon as he saw the two elders' slightly moving eyebrows, he knew that they were not satisfied with his grandson-in-law.

He couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that he managed to bring the person back home so early.

Otherwise, who knows how bumpy his road to chasing his wife would be! Mr. Zhao curled his lips and cursed in his heart, "Men's mouths are deceitful ghosts."

Sun Sijun didn't care about the old and young here at all. Her whole mind was on her Huanbao.

"Huanbao, how many months have you been pregnant?" Sun Sijun lowered his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Shen Zhihuan's bulging belly.

"Nine months and a few days, the due date is at the end of this month."

Shen Zhihuan pulled Sun Sijun's hand to her bulging belly and introduced her to the little meat ball in her belly, "My dear, this is your great-grandmother."

Sun Sijun bent down and greeted the little meatball with a smile, "My dear, I'm your great-grandmother."

I don’t know if it was because the blood bond was too strong or just a coincidence, but the little meat ball in the belly waved his little meat arms and practiced Tai Chi in his mother’s belly.

Sensing the movement beneath his down jacket, Sun Sijun was so excited that he almost cried out.

"Peace, come here quickly."

"What's wrong?" Mr. Zhao stood up, not knowing what was going on.

He had only taken two steps when Sun Sijun pulled him over.

As soon as the big hand, which was full of traces of time, touched it, the little meat ball in the belly seemed to have sensed it and began to somersault in his mother's belly.

"It's moving!" Old Master Zhao's dark eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)