Chapter 752: Peach wood card (3)

Song Xuan came to the door of Yang Zimei's house, and just met Yang Qing.
Although he met Song Xuan ten years ago, Yang Qing was very impressed and hurried forward to say hello, "Mr. Song, hello!"
Song Xuan followed Yang Zimei, who was five years old, to the hospital to see Yang Qing. The purpose was to see what kind of parents the genius children could be. As a result, what he saw in the hospital was just an ordinary and impoverished village. Little teacher, can not help but secretly disappointed.
In the past ten years, there have been too many people coming and going in front of his store. Yang Qing's extremely ordinary face has gradually been forgotten by him.
Therefore, he did not recognize Yang Qing, but thought he was someone who knew him, and nodded smilingly, "Hello!"
"Mr. Song, thank you."
Song Xuan is an antique teacher of Yang Zimei. Yang Qing always wanted to find an opportunity to thank him, but he was too afraid to take the liberty, so it was delayed. Now I can meet him, and I am grateful.
Song Xuan looked at Yang Qing and asked in confusion, "This gentleman, why do you thank me?"
"Oh, Mr. Song doesn't remember. I'm Yang Zimei's father, Yang Qing. Thank you for teaching her carefully so that she can appreciate antiques and cultivate an elegant person."
Yang Qing smiled.
It turned out that this was Yang Zimei's father. Song Xuan looked at Yang Qing in front of him, overlapping him with that memory in the hospital ten years ago.
Ten years ago, Yang Qing, who was lying in the hospital, was sad and timid with a look of grief. Now, he is full of vitality, his face is ruddy, his smile is stretched, and he is very different.
I heard that it was Yang Zimei's father. Song Xuan didn't dare to neglect. He hurriedly smiled and took the initiative to shake Yang Qing's hand. "Mr. Yang, sorry, I didn't recognize you."
"it's okay no problem."
Yang Qing shook his head with a smile, "Did Mr. Song want to find our girl?"
"Well, I want to discuss something with her. Does Mr. Yang live with Xiaomei?" Song Xuan asked.
"Niuniu is inconvenient to live with us. She bought us another house, right over there."
Yang Qing pointed at the way of his house.
"That's right, Xiaomei is very sensible and filial, Mr. Yang is really blessed to have a daughter like Xiaomei." Song Xuan nodded.
Hearing his daughter's praise, Yang Qing's face glowed with pride, and sighed, "Yeah, my useless father has caused her a lot of hardships. As a result, she still has to rely on her to let her family live. I do n’t know how many blessings I have cultivated in such a happy life. I am so grateful to have such a daughter. "
Song Xuan smiled. He didn't have much time to talk to Yang Qing, so he said, "Miss Yang, I'm in a hurry to find Xiaomei. Is she at home?"
"At home, I just met her out."
Yang Qing hurriedly said, "I won't bother you. Go in and see Niuniu. When you are free, I invite you to drink tea. Thank you for taking care of Niuniu."
Song Xuanxi smiled, "Mr. Yang is polite, I am just a little brow named Mr. Ming, she knows everything by herself, and she takes care of me, but she takes more care of me."
"Oh, Mr. Song is humble."
Yang Qing walked to the door of the big house and knocked on the door, "Niuniu, open the door, your Mr. Song is here."
"Thank you Mr. Yang."
"No thanks, I'm leaving now, see you Mr. Song."
Yang Qing waved away.
Looking at Yang Qing's brisk and healthy pace, Song Xuan Xinsheng lamented that without Yang Zimei, her family would not have had such a situation.