Song Baojun didn't care. He had already said everything he should have said. He wouldn't take these things too seriously. And he could go home to celebrate the New Year, which was much more comfortable than spending the New Year here.

A group of people returned to the city and went back to Wu's house to take out all their luggage, then returned to the station and took the bus back to Chazhou.

After less than half an hour of rest, Song Shixian got the brush and ink from somewhere. Looking at Song Baojun, he asked, "This year our house has been replaced with a new one, so I can just write the couplet myself. It's boring to buy it when I'm always there, so let you, a top student, write it."

Song Baojun suddenly felt a little angry, pointed to his face and asked with a wry smile: "I'll write it?"

"Of course, aren't you from the Chinese department? I was too lazy to do this in previous years. I will give you a chance to perform this year. If you write well, I will give you a big red envelope on the first day of the first day of the New Year." Song Shixian nodded and tempted.

His little money offensive had long been no longer effective against Song Baojun. Song Baojun shook his head and refused, "No, you should write it yourself. I wrote the calligraphy very poorly, so it's not embarrassing."

At this moment, the imaginary space in the body was already closed, and many personalities were busy controlling the fantasy forest to turn it into secret energy to absorb it. Song Baojun had no way to let the literary and artistic personality come out to help write couplets.

Otherwise, if the literary personality is willing to take action, write a copy and sell it to people who know the goods, such as a master like Mao Zhufeng, and it will not be a problem if you have a copy of 100,000.

"Hmph, then I will do it myself." Song Shixian snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, obviously very dissatisfied with Song Baojun's answer.

Song Baojun rolled his eyes and smiled, then took the mop and prepared to return to the bedroom to mop the floor.

"Ding Dong."

The doorbell suddenly rang. Song Baojun, who was about to return to the bedroom, was stunned. Then he put down the mop and ran over to open the door, curious about who came to visit at this time.

When she opened the door, Song Baojun saw Du Yin corridor standing outside the door, and couldn't help but say surprised: "Cousin?"

"Cousin, are you uncle and aunt at home?" Du Yinlang smiled and walked in from outside the door with a bunch of gifts.

"I'm here, I'll carry you. Why do you have so many things to do when you come?" Song Baojun quickly helped Du Yin Lou with some gifts, then took out his slippers and asked Du Yin Lou to change it. He turned around and walked into the hall quickly and shouted, "Dad, my cousin is here to play in our house."

Song Shixian was about to write a couplet when he heard Du Yinlang coming, and quickly put down his brush and stood up to show a warm smile. He walked over and shook hands with Du Yinlang and smiled, "Alang, I haven't seen my uncle for a long time. I heard that you are working in Chazhou now? Is your job okay?"

"I'm so lucky to ask my uncle. The work is very smooth, and my cousin has helped me a lot." Du Yinlang was extremely arrogant in front of others. He was extremely intimate with his uncle's family. He did not have the airs of the second young master of the Du family, and smiled very gently and sincerely.

He put all the gifts in his hand on the table next to him and said, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I am about to go back to Xiangjing, so before leaving, I came to visit you uncles and brought some small gifts."

He came over with a lot of gifts, including tobacco, alcohol, health products, and some exquisite small boxes of gifts, which looked very valuable.

Seeing these gifts, Song Shixian couldn't recognize too many, but knew that they must be very expensive. He couldn't help but frown at Du Yinlang and blamed: "I'll come to my uncle's house when I come to my uncle's house. Why do I bring so many gifts? I'll see you so much? I'll take them all home later."

Although he didn't like Du Yuanyong's bastard, Du Yinlang was his nephew and his only bloodline for his deceased sister, so he treated Du Yinlang as his half son in his heart, so naturally he couldn't stand him so polite.

Du Yinlang shook his head quickly and said, "Uncle is not allowed to do this. Why is it so rare to come to my uncle's house as a guest? Besides, isn't it appropriate for me to be a junior to fulfill my filial piety? If you say this, I will never dare to come in the future."

"Yes, Dad, my cousin respects you very much. It's normal to bring some gifts. Can you stop talking so much nonsense? Pretentious." Song Baojun also helped him speak.

Song Shixian slapped Song Baojun on the back and said angrily: "You are just talking nonsense, why don't you go to make tea for your cousin? Take out the packet of tea in my room."

Song Baojun was grinning when he was photographed, nodded at Du Yinlang next to him, and then turned around and ran to make tea.

Song Shixian took Du Yin Lounge's hand and pulled Du Yin Lounge to the sofa, pointed to the two girls on the sofa and introduced with a smile: "Alang, these are your two cousins. You know the older one, and the younger one is Han Ruoyi."

Then he looked at the two girls and shouted, "Call me."

"Hello brother." The two women shouted sweetly immediately.

Du Yinlang immediately grinned, and quickly took out two small boxes from the gift in his hand and handed them to the two women, and said with a smile: "Hello, two sisters, there are two gifts for you here."

When the two women heard the gift, they immediately looked surprised and became much more intimate with Du Yinlang. They hurriedly said thank you and took the gift. Song Jingtong asked with a smile: "Cousin, can I take it apart?"

"Don't let it go, don't be polite." Du Yinlang laughed, then reached out and rubbed Song Jingtong's little head intimately.

Song Jingtong and Han Ruoyi quickly opened the box and found that the gift Du Yinlang gave them was two pieces of jade, which was the jade Buddha. Although it was only the size of a thumb, the carving was lifelike, and it looked like an ordinary person.

Of course, the things that can be given to Du Yin Lounge as a gift are definitely not comparable to those of several thousand pieces in those jade shops.

In fact, these two pieces of jade cost more than 300,000 yuan in total. They specially asked an expert to help carve and arranged for someone to send it to the temple to open the sculpting. If they were sold, they could sell it for a high price of more than 500,000 yuan.

"Men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha. Wear jade can bless you two little guys to grow up healthily." Du Yinlang said with a smile.

Before he came, he thought about what gifts he should give. After thinking about it, he decided to give two little guys a piece of jade, but he did not become biased because Han Ruoyi was not his uncle's biological child.

However, he also knew something about Han Ruoyi's life experience. Song Baojun told him personally that the little girl's father Han Weiwu was a scumbag. He was originally planning to deal with the kid himself.

Unfortunately, my cousin was unwilling to let him intervene and insisted on solving it himself. Later, he did not pay special attention. It was only when he was concerned about this matter some time ago that he found that the guy had disappeared from this world.

As for why it disappeared, Du Yinlang could guess with his toes that it was his cousin who did it.

The two girls hurriedly thanked Du Yin again, and Song Baojun also brought the tea from the sofa. Seeing the jade pendants on his neck of the two sisters, he could tell at a glance that they were valuable, but he didn't say anything, so as not to return the gift again, his stubborn father would wait.

Song Shixian took out the cigarette and handed it to Du Yinlang and his son, then asked, "Why don't you spend the New Year at my uncle's house this year? It's troublesome to go back to Jing as far away as Xiangjing."

"I think about it, but it's hard to explain to my family. I hope my uncle will forgive me." Du Yinlang smiled bitterly. He was willing to celebrate the New Year at his closest uncle's house.

It’s just a festival that Chinese people value most. Even if the Du family is far away from overseas, they dare not go home alone? It’s really unreasonable at home.

Song Shixian nodded with understanding. Knowing that these big families also have their own rules, he sighed.

"By the way, uncle, why don't you all come to Xiangjing to play when the Spring Festival? I'll take you to Xiangjing for a walk. It's much more fun than Chazhou. It's okay for our family to travel." Du Yinlang invited him with anticipation.

"No." Song Shixian refused without thinking, and snorted coldly, "I get angry when I see your father's old thing, and I never want to see him in my life."

Du Yinlang suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He knew that his uncle had a lot of resentment towards his father, but he could understand it. After all, his mother was really miserable back then, and he was not without any resentment about this matter.

But as a son of man, and many years have passed, the resentment in his heart has long disappeared. It is precisely because of these things that he is particularly intimate with his uncle's family.

"Okay, okay, it's almost the Chinese New Year. Let's talk about something festive. Don't be angry with the boss. It's rare for me to come to our house to play." Song Baojun quickly interrupted the topic to avoid the atmosphere becoming awkward.

Song Shixian thought about it and felt that it was, and his face calmed down a lot. He patted Du Yinlang on the shoulder and said, "Anyway, you have grown up now and you look pretty good. I'm relieved. Have a few drinks with you tonight?"

"Okay, my uncle has spoken. Even if I drink a few pounds, I have to accompany me." Du Yinlang nodded repeatedly.

"That's good." Song Shixian laughed happily, raised his head and shouted to Wu Guifang who was cleaning upstairs: "When you finish cleaning, you'll come down to cook. Alang is here to visit your house. Make more delicious food at noon. If there is not enough food, I'll buy it."

"What? Alang is here?" Wu Guifang heard Du Yin Lou coming, hurriedly ran down from the upper floor, ran over and held Du Yin Lou's hand, and said excitedly: "Alang finally came to our house to be a guest. I haven't seen it for many years. In a blink of an eye, it's so big. Are you married?"

"Hello, aunt, I'm not married yet. I wanted to come here last time, but I didn't come because my uncle and aunt were not at home. By the way, I'll bring you a gift." Du Yinlang was extremely happy to see Wu Guifang, so he took out another box and handed it to Wu Guifang.

Wu Guifang was so happy that she couldn't stop talking. After saying a few polite words, she took the gift box. When she opened it, she found that there was an extremely exquisite platinum necklace inside, with a piece of crystal hanging under it.

Seeing such a expensive gift, Wu Guifang couldn't help swallowing, looking at Du Yinlang and blaming: "Why do you buy such expensive things for your aunt? My aunt is so old, why do you still bring such things?"

"Where is it? My aunt is always young and she is still a beautiful woman. Let's try wearing it?" Du Yinlang quickly flattered his aunt and asked Wu Guifang to put on the necklace.

Wu Guifang was not polite, so she put on her necklace, then looked at Song Shixian next to her and asked, "How is it? Does it look good?"

"It looks good, you're the best. Go and cook quickly. It's getting late." Song Shixian rolled his eyes and urged Wu Guifang to prepare to cook quickly.

"Oh yes, yes, then Alang, my aunt won't chat with you now. It's rare for you to come to your house for dinner. I'm going to make delicious food for you." Wu Guifang nodded repeatedly,
Chapter completed!