Nan Song took the old man upstairs and opened the door to his parents' room.

Even though my parents were gone, Nan Song in the master bedroom was still reserved for my parents. After driving out Nan Ning Bai who was occupying the magpie's nest, everything was decorated according to its original appearance.

The room is cleaned every day by a dedicated maid. It is very clean and there is no dust at all.

This was the first time Nan Sancai entered the rose garden, and it was also the first time he entered the room of his eldest son and daughter-in-law. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the two portraits enshrined on the incense table, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"Grandpa, come in."

Nan Song reached out and pulled the old man standing at the door into the room, asked him to sit down on the mahogany sofa, and walked over to offer incense to his parents.

"Mom, Dad, grandpa is here to see you."

Nan Sancai sat on the sofa, looking at his eldest son and daughter-in-law with burning eyes, feeling sour and speechless for a long time.

Nanningsong and Luoyin's rooms are completely decorated in Chinese style, and all the furniture is made of mahogany, nanmu, and yellow pear wood. Everything looks good.

Even the bed is a Chongqing-style bed that is engraved with gold-lacquered flowers and birds. Each frieze board has been carefully carved and covered with layers of patterns. All the petals have a three-dimensional effect.

Every time my brothers come to the rose garden and enter their parents' room, they say they feel like they have traveled back in time.

Nan Song came over and sat cross-legged on the carpet. Seeing Nan Sancai's eyes fall on the bed, he said, "I heard from father that this bed was a wedding gift from you to them?"

"Um."

Nan Sancai sighed softly, "The scene on your parents' wedding day seems to still be vivid in my mind. In the blink of an eye, you have grown up and become a big girl."

He raised his hand and touched Nan Song's head, his eyes filled with loving light.

"It's just that I heard that your second uncle has been living in the rose garden since you disappeared three years ago. It's not easy for these good things to be kept and not sold by him."

Nan Song smiled softly, the smile not reaching his eyes.

"When I left three years ago, I knew that my second uncle would not let go of the rose garden, so I asked Butler Zhao to move all the good things in the house and replace them with imitations. He didn't know the goods anyway.

"

Nan Sancai curled his lips.

"The second child is a loser, and the third child is even more so. He has learned antique appraisal from me for so many years, but he hasn't even learned a single thing. He's too old to have a brain, and he can't carve out rotten wood."

He sighed three times.

"Fortunately, our Lao Nan family's ancestral skills were inherited by your father, and your father passed it on to you, so we have a successor. Otherwise, when I go underground, I will really be embarrassed to see my ancestors.

Zong You.”

Nan Song raised his eyes and said, "My abilities are incomparable to those of my father, and I am even more different from you, grandpa. It's early."

"Such modesty is not like my eldest granddaughter's style. I still remember when I was ten years old, you made bold words and wanted to beat your father to death on the beach."

Nan Sancai tapped her little head, "Why, after three years of experience, you have grown up and learned to flatter people and tell lies?"

"Not at all."
Chapter completed!