Chapter 1944

The seventh day of the summer pointed to Zhuo Yihang and explained to the housekeeper Chen Bo, then said, "since it's time for dinner, Chen Bo, you can add another pair of chopsticks and bowls, let him have dinner with us."

"All right!" The housekeeper Chen Bo nodded and turned to prepare more chopsticks. On the seventh day of the summer, he turned to Zhuo Yihang and said with a smile, "do you mind having lunch with us?"

"Of course not!" Zhuo Yihang light smile, is still that pair of polite posture: "that is my honor!"

When they arrive at the restaurant, Xia Fu is playing with Ozawa and Jiang er. The housekeeper Chen Bo also sets the table and reminds them in a low voice: "master, Miss seven and uncle are back..."

"Well, then sit down and eat!" Xia's father was just about to return the baby to the maid. On the seventh day of the summer, he quickly went over and kissed the two children. He whispered to marina, "have the children eaten yet?"

"Just fed the milk!" Marina replied with a faint smile.

On the seventh day of the summer, she put her heart down, pinched the palms of the two children, and said with a smile, "Ozawa, ginger, when Mommy finishes eating, I'll play with you again!"

On one side, Zhuo Yihang, seeing that the seventh day of the summer had not been seated, did not take the initiative to sit down. Instead, he couldn't help looking at the seventh day of the summer's children more and said with a low smile, "these two children are so lovely!"

On the seventh day of the summer, she smiles and returns the child to marina, the maid. She sits down with Feng Xun and points to the empty seat on the other side and says to Zhuo Yihang, "sit down!"

Zhuo Yihang just opened his chair and sat down. Xia Fu took a thoughtful look at Zhuo Yihang and said slowly, "just heard the housekeeper say that you are my daughter and son-in-law's friend?"

Zhuo Yihang shook his head with a smile and replied in a low voice: "I'm not their friend. In fact, I also met them for the first time today... Although the meeting place is not coincidental, it's in the little aunt's cemetery!"

Xia Fu frowned slightly and looked at Zhuo Yihang a little more: "little aunt? You mean... "

"Madame Feng's mother, your wife!" Zhuo Yihang's reply makes Xia Fu's face suddenly change, and his eyes are full of shock.

"What are you talking about?" Xia's father thought that he had heard wrong, and his eyes fell on his daughter, Xia Chuqi. He asked in a deep voice, "Xiao Qi, what is this man talking about? Your mother doesn't have any relatives at all. Where is the stranger calling her little aunt? "

"Little uncle, I'm not talking nonsense. Just now in the cemetery, I talked with your daughter for a long time, and then I dare to recognize her..."

When Zhuo Yihang said this, he took out a picture of Xia's mother from his arms and handed it to Xia's father: "look, this is a picture of my little aunt in her childhood!"

Xia's father took the photo with suspicion, and his brow became more and more tight. He had never seen the photo of Qingqing when she was a child, but the girl in the photo had the same eyebrows as Xiao Qi when she was a child, and he could also vaguely see his wife's eyebrows

"Dad, in fact, when Feng Xun and I came back this time, we also wanted to tell you about our mother's life experience..." at the beginning of the summer, seven sighed and slowly said, "we only knew that our mother's family name was Zhuo not long ago. My mother didn't have any relatives, she just lost her family when she was a child..."

"Yes, my little aunt was kidnapped when she was a child, but she didn't come back. People in our family thought that she had been ripped off by gangsters. Even when I came back to find the cemetery with my little aunt's photo this time, I always thought that my little aunt died when she was a child. I didn't expect that she had changed her name to get married and have children..."

Zhuo Yihang sighed and explained with a wry smile: "it's a pity that we found it too late, and we didn't meet the living little aunt!"

"So you are really, my wife's people?" Xia Fu raised his head and looked at Zhuo Yihang in front of him, trying to find out the similarity between his face and his wife's.

"Yes, my name is Zhuo Yihang. I'm a younger generation. My little aunt was very young when she disappeared, and I was not born. This time, she was also my parents and relatives. She gave me the only photos left of her and asked me to come to China to look for her graveyard..."

Zhuo Yihang said this with a happy smile on his face: "fortunately, I found my little aunt's graveyard and met her family!"

"Since she disappeared in those years, why didn't your family send someone to look for her after such a long time?" Xia Fu asked in a deep voice after calming down, with a little more dissatisfaction in his tone.

"This..." the smile on Zhuo Yihang's face was stiff. He lowered his head and replied apologetically: "what happened in those years was the matter of grandparents and parents. I don't know much about it. All I know is that at that time, everyone seemed to think that the little aunt had been torn up. After all, the little aunt's parents did their best to find her..."

When I think of my mother's biological father and mother, a pair of Bi people who are so gentle and kind in the photo, because of the disappearance of my mother, I finally die of depression, which makes me feel uncomfortable on the seventh day of the summer.

Feng Xun gently grasped her palm and said to Xia Fu with a smile: "Dad, don't let the food get cold. It's not too late to have lunch first and then chat slowly!"

Xia Fu nodded and signaled to everyone to have lunch. It was only because of this episode that his appetite became poor. Most of the time, he just ate two chopsticks and put them down, but his eyes always fell on Zhuo Yihang.

In the face of Xia's father's look, Zhuo Yihang didn't show any embarrassment. He calmly used the Chinese lunch. Until the end of the lunch, he picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth. He said with a smile, "it's delicious!"

"The Jiangnan cuisine here is quite light. Can you get used to it?" Summer father suddenly open mouth, so asked a.

"I've never been picky since I was a child!" Zhuo Yihang replied with a faint smile.

Xia Fu nodded thoughtfully, and the party got up and left the dining room. They came to the living room and sat down. The housekeeper Chen Bo brought everyone a cup of hot tea.

"Sit down," said Xia Fu in a light tone. After thinking about it on the seventh day of the summer, she asked the maid Marina to take the child back to her room and sit down with Feng Xun.

Zhuo Yihang, sitting on a separate sofa, reached for the tea cup in front of him, sipped it gently, and then showed an exclamatory expression: "the authentic Lushan cloud really deserves its reputation!"

"You know tea, too?" Xia's father looked at him in surprise. The seventh day of the summer and Feng Xun were also surprised. After all, there are fewer and fewer young people who know tea these days, and Zhuo Yihang can tell the variety of tea at a sip!

The seventh day of Xia Dynasty and Xia Fu are not sure whether Zhuo Yihang has done the homework of understanding their Xia family or really knows so much!