After contacting the girl's parents, they learned that the other party had called the police and the whole family was almost dying of anxiety.

They heard that it was Han Xuan who called, and suddenly they became happy again, as if they knew him.

He also talked about a lot of kinship relationships, which made Han Xuan dizzy. The relatives who were separated were too far away and I didn’t know how to calculate the backup.

From her father, I learned that the cousin she just met was named Wang Mengmeng, but she developed early. She was only thirteen years old this year, a few months younger than Han Xuan. It is not wrong to call her cousin.

We arranged a plane to pick up grandma in Honolulu, and also called grandpa and dad respectively. For this big family, which is not lush at all, finding relatives is particularly worthy of happiness.

Few people can understand what it feels like to wander abroad without help. Finding relatives is like finding a "root" that connects family history with that land.

Mr. Huo, Mr. Shao and others, as well as countless overseas Chinese businessmen, did not hesitate to help the mainland and contribute money and efforts, just because they knew where they came from, they would help the mainland without hesitation. Like the Li family in Singapore, they are a few...

After Anya brought her luggage upstairs, she found a room under the guidance of the butler.

When she got along with the little girl, she was relatively relaxed. She learned that she might be Han Xuan’s relatives before, so she introduced herself rarely: “My English name is Dolores, and her Chinese name is Wenren Anya. It is my great-grandmother’s surname. She is also a Chinese, just call me Anya.”

"My name is Mengmeng, Wang Mengmeng."

She stared at Anya's eyes for a long time and asked in a low voice: "Purple eyes and hair color are also cool. Are you y "Magic Card Girl Sakura"?"

“What is that?

Taking photos requires dyeing your hair, and your eyes are originally purple…”

Before Anya finished speaking, she saw her approaching her, almost her nose against her, and even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Wang Mengmeng's eyes widened and said, "It's really purple, very beautiful. I've seen myself in your eyes."

Anya, who doesn't like this kind of intimate contact, is about to retreat when the door is opened. When Han Xuan saw these two faces facing each other, a terrifying thought suddenly popped up in his heart... Anya, too, is bent?!

As for why I added "Yes", it was because the Joanna, who was softly beaten by Dai Ni, was increasingly flirting with the trend of changing bends in the Snow Mountain Ranch. Because she was often teased by Dai Ni, the female pervert, she rarely resisted now.

This is just the first thought. I think it is impossible. How could the two of them develop so quickly when they meet, and suddenly they have a strange idea of ​​"relieving".

When Wang Mengmeng heard the voice, she took her face away and smiled and said to Han Xuan: "Cousin, is this your house? It's so big and so beautiful!

I used to have a primary school classmate who lived in Repulse Bay and took us here to play. Her house has a swimming pool."

"There are also this house. I like swimming and take you there tomorrow.

I just called your father, you will rest here tonight, and they will pick you up tomorrow."

After Han Xuan finished speaking, he looked at Anya: "I'll go downstairs first and take her over after taking a shower. My grandfather wants to talk to her about something."

Anya nodded obediently. Although she was about the same age as Wang Mengmeng, she was more mature. She picked up a set of clothes from her suitcase like taking care of her little sister, and took a new one from her underwear. She said, "Let's go, let's take a shower for you, and you can already smell sweat."

"It's hot, I've been shopping in Central for a day today.

I got the wrong credit card from my mother's wallet, but the password was wrong. My friend was unrighteous and agreed to send me money."

Wang Mengmeng muttered, she was very good at English and there was no problem in communicating.

Many children in Xiangjiang have been learning bilingual since they first learned languages. When they grew up, they naturally could master two languages.

Anya has no sister and doesn't know how to communicate. She just nodded and didn't say anything. She entered the luxuriously decorated European bathroom and helped her adjust the water temperature...

The gathering between Guo Muzhou and his old friends is more like an appointment to get together for a meal.

Before the meal time was over, the old people pulled Han Xuan to ask questions, and during this period they gave him many gifts, most of which were small things carried with them, but the total value was as high as tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars.

Han Xuan was holding a four-colored Warring States Dragon-shaped jade pendant, and there was a royal poem written by Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, "Qianlong Imperial" and a red sandalwood lid box.

How is my grandfather’s relationship with them? From this incident, we can see that today is the first time I have brought Han Xuan to meet them, and the gift is extremely precious.

Only Xiangjiang has the best preserved ancient cultural customs that have been circulating in China. Han Xuan is not an ordinary junior. They all think that the value of the gift is not suitable for the low value.

The sofa in the living room was full of people.

Uncle Shao Liu took the inkstone used by Qianlong, looked at it for a while, and said to a gray-haired old man: "Zong Yi, when you encounter such a good inkstone, don't you want to try writing a piece?"

The person he asked about was named Rao Zongyi.

He is already 80 years old this year. In the modern academic circle of China, this Chinese studies master who can be ranked as famous as Ji Xianlin and Qian Zhongshu. He is known as "North Qian Nan Rao" and "North Ji Nan Rao".

Mr. Rao is not young and has a very high seniority. He said to Uncle Shao Liu: "Lao Liu, this inkstone is so precious, I am reluctant to use it. If I lose any corner if I shake my hands, I can't afford it."

The inkstone was given by the wealthy businessman Li Zhaoji. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Rao, what else is the inkstone called if you don't need it?

I rarely find your handwriting recently. My grandson has not named it yet. Please help me. How about the typing of the handwriting?

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones here, and everything is in place."

"Can the gift you gave is yours? You can use it as soon as you say it?"

“Just feel free to do it.

I learned calligraphy for a while when I was a child, but I couldn’t meet a suitable teacher, so I gave up. I should be happy to see Mr. Rao take action.”

Han Xuan finished speaking, his grandfather was suspicious and asked, "Have you practiced calligraphy?"

"Well, I have written a few in my grandfather's study." Han Xuan said shamelessly.

He really only practiced a few pictures. Mr. Rao thought Han Xuan was modest and said, "Then do you want to try it?"

I'll help you see how it is. I dare not say anything else. I'm a little confident in guiding you in calligraphy."

"Yes, read it, I've heard that you are a genius, so I'll be open to those younger generations."

A group of old people spoke one after another and caught Han Xuan on the shelf.

He embarrassedly handed his grandfather to ask for help, but the old man not only ignored him, but started to help me grind the ink.

Han Xuan was so amused that he picked up a brush to clean it, and came to the table with rice paper with a history of more than 100 years. When dipping ink, he said, "It's really a waste to let me use this kind of paper.

I only know how to write one font. After everyone finishes reading it, don’t laugh at me.”

After saying that, I held the paper with my hands and wrote vertically from right to left.

I just started writing my first stroke, and the old men around me who had good artistic cultivation were all dumbfounded.
Chapter completed!