Nan Song had vaguely heard about Uncle Ding Mao and Aunt Yu.

I just didn’t expect that Uncle Ding would actually go down the mountain!!!

Ding Mao was watering the flowers in the yard with Yu Fengjiao, discussing when to return to Meisuli.

It would be more convenient for Yu Fengjiao's leg to be treated in Meisuli, and the environment there is also conducive to her recovery. However, Yu Fengjiao is still worried about Nansong and wants to see the situation again.

When the old naughty boy Ding Mao saw Nan Song, he smiled and said, "Little Songsong, I've been looking forward to your coming."

"Uncle Master, it's not strange for me to come, but it is strange for you to come."

Nan Song called Yu Fengjiao, went over to hold her hand, and looked at Ding Mao, "Didn't you threaten that you would never go down the mountain and die on the mountain? Are you going down the mountain for love?"

"yes."

Ding Mao was very thick-skinned, without any embarrassment, "How is it? Is it serious?"

"The old Taoist priest has returned to secular life, so of course he is very powerful."

Nan Song teased him, stretched out her fist and hit Ding Mao's fist. When she was a child, Ding Mao led her and Rui Ge to play wildly in the mountains.

She thought her uncle would be a bachelor for the rest of his life, but she didn't expect that he would still have such a fate with Aunt Yu.

It can be seen that fate is destined by God.

Nan Song took out a square of newly embroidered tulle, covered it on Yu Fengjiao's legs, and said, "I don't have time to embroider. This square of tulle was embroidered by our housekeeper, and she taught me how to embroider."

Yu Fengjiao and Aunt Wei touched the embroidery on it and praised it repeatedly, "What a wonderful hand. Thank her for me."

"Thanks."

Nan Song smiled softly and said, "Aunt Yu, don't worry about me. Let's go to Messuri with our uncle. It's important to treat the leg. I'll look after the Yu family here, and everything will be fine."

Yu Fengjiao's eyes flashed with tears, and she hugged Nan Song, unable to say a word.

After her son left, Ding Mao and Nan Song became her greatest comfort.

Fortunately, they gave her the hope and courage to continue living.

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After leaving the Yu family's old house, Nan Song went to the Jingwen Museum without stopping, taking with him the hairpin that was broken into two pieces.

Under the light, Nan Sancai, wearing reading glasses, looked at the hairpin broken in two and compared it carefully.

Nan Song leaned over and said, "Grandpa, what's going on? Can it be fixed?"

"Why, do you look down on your grandfather's craftsmanship?"

The loose muscles on Nan Sancai's face trembled twice and he snorted softly.

"It's not that I look down on you, it's just that the hairpin is broken a little weird."

Nan Song said: "Logically speaking, there should be some thorns after the wood is broken into two pieces, but this one doesn't have any. The cut was a bit too clean."

Nan Sancai asked her, "Where did you get this wooden hairpin?"

"Shoot? No snap."

Nan Song stared at the hairpin, "Youyou and I bought it at a street stall when we went out to play. It was just for the convenience of tying our hair. I thought the wood was quite good and it should be an old tree."

"I randomly picked up a thousand-year-old tree on the carpet. You are possessed by a koi carp."

Nan Sancai said, his hands kept moving and he had already started to repair it.

"Thousand years? Such an exaggeration?"

Nan Song was surprised for a moment, "Isn't that very valuable?"

She suddenly felt that she had neglected Master Muhan.

"Antiques are just taking advantage of age. In the eyes of those who like to study, they are priceless, but to those who don't understand, they think they are just an ordinary piece of wood."

Nan Sancai said: "Whether it's worth money or not depends on whether you like it or not."

Nan Song said in a serious tone: "There are also people like me who are money-crazed. They may have thought it was just ordinary, but when they found out it was valuable, they immediately liked it."

She muttered: "If I had known it was a treasure, I wouldn't have given it to Yu Jinwen..."

When Nan Sancai heard this, he asked, "Is the blood on this hairpin his?"

The topic suddenly became more serious.
Chapter completed!