Author: Lier Wine

"You ask, is it because you have what you want?"

Song Lanzhang found another Tang Pozi and stuffed it into the blanket wrapped in Lanxi. After confirming that the little sister would not be frozen, he leaned over and sat against her.

Lan Xi reached out to feel the warm touch of Tom Pozi in the blanket and took a breath of satisfaction.

"I'll ask, isn't this boring? Actually, you can give it whatever you want."

In fact, even if you don’t give anything during the Chinese New Year, you can just pack the red envelopes big and bulging, everything will be easy to say.

Lanxi asked casually, but Song Lanzhang answered seriously: "I left home in the beginning of spring. From now on, the mountains and rivers are high and the road is long. I may not be able to celebrate the New Year with you in the next few years. Of course, this year's gifts should be more meticulous."

Speaking of this, Lan Xi's mood suddenly became a little depressed.

She never took the initiative to think about this during this period, thinking that she would forget the fact that her elder brother was going to travel far to study, but the other party did not want her to escape.

"Brother, it's great. What did you say about this to make me sad."

Song Lanzhang touched her head. He had always been gentle and patient with Lanxi.

"Silly kids, many things can be forgotten without thinking about them, and not everything can be avoided. Only by accepting them may we be able to feel at ease."

Lan Xi nodded, OK, my brother said it makes sense, the future is important, there is no special reason, the matter of his going to college to study is unchangeable.

"But..." Lan Xi suddenly remembered something.

"Brother, have you not been back for years?"

Song Lanzhang sighed and told his younger sister regretfully: "The academy has the rules of the academy, and the time for rest is probably not enough for me to go back and forth from home. If there is no accident, I should not return to Beijing midway through my studies."

ah?

It turns out that not only does there be no winter and summer vacations, but are the holidays for the New Year so short?

No, right, don't look at the present from the perspective of the past.

In ancient times, it took only a few months to travel back and forth, and the time I stayed at home, it seemed that it had been too long after calculating.

From now on, she may not be able to see her elder brother for three or four years.

"Oh..." What's going on? The more I talked about it this day, she became more and more depressed, so she shouldn't have come.

Lan Xi looked at him and said regretfully: "Brother, if you do this, you will miss my childhood!"

Song Lanzhang also sighed, but still did not forget to understand her: "The mountains and seas have their own return dates, and the wind and rain have their own meetings. We are a family, and there will always be times when we get together again."

He said, dazed and a little dazed, paused and whispered: "It's better...if you go here, maybe..."

"Hmm?" Lan Xi didn't hear it clearly.

Song Lanzhang suddenly smiled, shook his head and did not repeat it, and drove Lanxi out of the study.

That night, Lanxi received a large stack of New Year's money and also received a set of various brushes of various colors given to her by Song Lanzhang.

Lan Xi took out a pen and looked at it with laughter and cry.

The brush hair of this pen should be made of wool, the tip is conical, the brush hair is evenly arranged without any miscellaneous hair, and the touch is very soft.

The quality of this set of pens is excellent. The hairs of each pen are taken from the hairs of different animals, and even the pen holder is autocratic in the size of Lanxi's palms.

Lan Xi strongly suspected that this set of brushes was most likely made by her elder brother.

"Brother..." Lan Xi was really moved by sniffing.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Song Qinnian took a few children to pay New Year's greetings.

Lan Xi was wearing a new dress and dressed in a very prosperous and festive manner. At this time, she was following Song Qinnian's big hand.

"Dad, whose house we are going to visit now?"

What's even more strange is that Song Qinnian directly brought several children of all sizes and Jiang Yan.

The Song family has no elders in the capital. Some of the distant relatives in the clan have high seniority, but their relationship is too far away and they don’t have much contact on weekdays. Even if you want to worship, you don’t have to go on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

After all the calculations, Lan Xi didn't expect which family Song Qinnian would take them to. It didn't look like the way to the Liu family.

"Just follow me, it's still you're tired of walking. Why don't you let your father carry you away?"

Song Qinnian looked down at her cute and soft little daughter. The old father's love really had nowhere to rest.

"No need, I'm not tired!" Lan Xi quickly refused.

She is six years old now. Although she is not able to be picked up, she must be very heavy. She should not bother everyone while doing serious business.

"That's how..." Song Qinnian felt a little regretful.

He didn't know what Lan Xi was thinking, otherwise he would have told her that he wouldn't even bother her at all.

When his daughter grows older, he can no longer get close to her like now, and he must not hug his little cotton jacket while now.

Song Lanshu couldn't help it and covered her lips and chuckled.

She also came here like this when she was a child, so she knew very well what Lanxi and Song Qinnian were thinking.

"What we are going to is the Prime Minister's Mansion." She answered Lan Xi's doubts.

"Prime Minister's Mansion?" Do they still have a relationship with the Prime Minister's Mansion?

"Yes." Song Lanshu lifted the edge of her skirt and carefully stepped on a small pile of firecrackers that had been burned.

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is only a street away from our Song Mansion. It's just that because you were young a few years ago, your father didn't bring you to visit you, so you don't recognize the way."

It is precisely because of the closeness that Song Qinnian was too lazy to ride a carriage on this journey that could be reached by raising his legs.

"Second sister, are we relatives with Nan Xiang?"

The scumbag who abandoned his wife and children was actually a relative of their family?

"Of course not, what does it have to do with Nan Xiang?"

Before Song Lanshu could answer, Song Qinnian asked in confusion, and then realized that Lanxi was confusing Teacher and Nan Xiang.

"The Prime Minister of the Nan is the Prime Minister of the South and the teacher is the teacher. Although both are prime ministers of the current dynasty, they cannot be confused with each other."

"Teacher? Dad, do you mean, were you a student of this prime minister before?"

"Yes, before my mentor was ranked as prime minister, I had the honor to join him. It was just because of the verbal talk from outsiders. We rarely dated on weekdays except during festivals."

So that's it. No wonder she had never heard her family mention the prime minister before, and it turned out to avoid suspicion.

She said, with his father's personality, at most he would not offend Nan Xiang easily. How could he respect him and go to visit him on the first day of the Lunar New Year?

However, Lan Xi still didn't understand: "The two are prime ministers, so how should outsiders distinguish between the two?"

Song Qinnian laughed and said, "Why do you need to distinguish? Haven't you already distinguished?"

Lan Xi was puzzled, she asked only after she didn't tell her.

Wait, Prime Minister Nan... Prime Minister...

She understood that the person who was actually called the Prime Minister was his father's teacher, while the Prime Minister Nan seemed more like a kind of honorific title. When the two were compared together, the latter seemed like a false prime minister.
Chapter completed!