"She is indeed not a good person."

When Luo Junheng mentioned Mrs. Mei, she was even more rude than Nan Song, "So don't worry, I have mysophobia and I won't touch dirty things."

When Nan Song heard this, he was naturally relieved, but also became curious.

"What does Mrs. Mei do?"

She felt very fascinated, "She said she was the owner of Thrushcross Grange? I looked at her at such a young age, how could she become a widow?"

"This has nothing to do with you, don't ask around."

Luo Junheng did not satisfy her interest in gossip and cast his gaze on the table, "A gift for Yan Yuan? What is the carving?"

He moved forward to take a look, but Nan Song quickly picked up the airplane model and hid it behind his back.

She raised her head slightly, looked at her elder brother, and said vigorously in English, "Exchange."

Exchange secrets.

He told her about Mrs. Mei, and she showed him the thank-you gift she had prepared for Yan Yuan.

Luo Junheng looked at Nan Song quietly, feeling deeply that it was time for this sister to be beaten.

*

On the other side, Yu Jinwen didn't hide anything from his mother. After a brief silence, he softly said "hmm".

"That's right."

Yu Fengjiao breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone, "No matter what, it's good to know that Xiao Song is safe. My heart has been uneasy these past few days..."

Yu Fengjiao is currently recuperating in Meisuli and basically calls her son every day. The relationship between mother and son has become much closer because of the distance.

Messuli is indeed a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers. Yu Fengjiao didn't want to leave after arriving here.

“The scenery here is great and the people are interesting.”

Yu Fengjiao lamented endlessly, "After spending most of my life dealing with a group of old people in the mall, playing tricks and scheming, I realized that returning to nature is the most desirable life. You, Aunt Wei, talk to people every day

I went up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots and didn't care about me. Fortunately, I still have Uncle Ding with me. He is so fun..."

"Uncle Ding?" Yu Jinwen captured a character.

"Oh, he is just like an old naughty boy who is disrespectful to the elderly."

Yu Fengjiao laughed and said, "I don't know what his identity is, but people here call him 'Uncle Master'. I don't know how old he is, and he refuses to tell me."

At the end, there was even a hint of little woman's coquettishness and complaint. Yu Jinwen listened and didn't react for a moment.

Yu Fengjiao changed the topic quickly.

"That boy Ayu also came with his father. Xiaoyinyin, when she found out he was coming, she was so happy that she ran home after school."

Yu Fengjiao couldn't help laughing, "But Dr. Su didn't like Ah Yu very much. He was always indifferent to him. Even Mr. Fu got a cold face, and then he took out his anger on Ah Yu."

She seemed to be watching the fun and not taking it too seriously, and smiled happily.

As Yu Jinwen listened to his mother's gossip, he could imagine Fu Yu's unlucky appearance and couldn't help laughing.

The call lasted for nearly half an hour, and the phone was still a little hot when I hung up.

Yu Jinwen held the phone in his hand and couldn't come back to his senses after a while.

Since childhood, this has been the longest time he and his mother have talked on the phone, and it is also the most time his mother has talked to him.

Through the phone, he also felt his mother's passion and vitality, as if his whole person had come alive.

It seems that Messoorie is really a nurturing place.

It is also a place full of "peach blossom luck".

Yu Jinwen pulled up the chat history between him and Nan Song, plugged in his headphones and continued to play Nan Song's voice, listening to it over and over again.

He thought that when Nan Song came back, he would definitely take her to Messuri.
Chapter completed!