It was already evening when Song Qinrong returned to the Song family.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a burst of laughter coming from the living room.

"What! Sister-in-law, you don't know. Whether it's my beauty or acting skills, I deserve to play the third female lead in "Qingyi".

During the audition for "Qingyi", if Rongrong really opened the back door for me, I should have won the female lead "Cheng Yuhuan" and I would have played a nonsense "Ruoru"!"

Song Muyao shouted with dissatisfaction.

Fang Yueling couldn't help but laugh and threw herself into Zhao Shuying's arms: "Grandma, look at her! She is so thick-skinned that even Guoguo has to give up the disadvantage!"

Zhao Shuying also smiled and said to the sky: "The shameless genes in our family may have been inherited by her!"

Hearing this, Song Qinrong, who was still at the door, bent down the corner of her eyes and walked towards the living room.

Fang Yueling smiled for a while before she stopped. She looked up and looked at Song Muyao with a smile: "Yaoyao, do you know?

Some time ago, I heard from Director Li that he came across a very good script and wanted to invest and start filming.

He even showed me the script, let alone the heroine in it is especially suitable for you!

The character setting is a beautiful and beautiful girl who is so beautiful that she is so beautiful that she is the one who is so beautiful that she is talking about!”

When Song Muyao heard this, her eyes lit up: "This heroine... seems to be written according to my appearance!"

Zhao Shuying couldn't stand it anymore: "It's enough, how could you be so boasting about yourself!"

Fang Yueling shook her head, "Grandma, don't talk about it, our Yaoyao looks, among the top three among the young actresses in the entertainment industry.

Moreover, I have roughly finished reading Director Li's script, the story is really exciting! If it is released, it will definitely explode!

If we Yaoyao can win the female lead..."

Song Muyao's saliva was about to flow: "Mom, sister-in-law, what script? Hurry up, you probably talk to me!"

Fang Yueling took a tissue and handed it to her teasingly: "Wipe your saliva first."

Song Muyao took off the paper: "What kind of script is it? Don't talk about the topic!"

Zhao Shuying was also completely aroused of curiosity, and looked at Fang Yueling with her old eyes.

Fang Yueling smiled slightly: "This script is said to be the inspiration that the screenwriter had when he was flipping through old newspapers.

At that time, an ancient painting was published in the newspaper, which depicted a woman in half-dressed clothes and unparalleled clothes standing next to a clear pond.

Although the newspaper is old, the photos published on the ancient paintings are also very blurry.

But the screenwriter saw her charm from the woman's blurry back, and a story hidden behind her suddenly surged into her mind..."

Song Muyao was fascinated by the hearing, and the scene in the painting described by Fang Yueling seemed to appear in front of her.

She couldn't help but shake Fang Yueling's arm: "Sister-in-law, what kind of ancient painting is that?"

Song Qinrong was walking to the living room door. When she heard this, her eyes suddenly narrowed, stood at the door, and looked at Fang Yueling's back coldly.

I saw Fang Yueling leaning against her body, and from the corner of her eyes, she glanced in the direction of Zhao Shuying intentionally or unintentionally, and slowly said: "This ancient painting has a very nice name, called "Yao Chi Cold"."

Hearing these three words, Song Qinrong lowered her head and sneered.

It seems that Fang Yueling is also anxious. After playing the bend ball for so many years, he has not found Yao Chi Leng from Zhao Shuying.

This time, I simply started playing straight balls.

"Yao Chi cold?" Song Muyao chewed the name, felt the smell of her mouth, and sighed from the bottom of her heart, "It sounds so nice!"

Fang Yueling nodded slightly, and her eyes turned to Zhao Shuying's face with a clear and bright look.

When Zhao Shuying was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows froze, and I don’t know what she thought of.

Following Fang Yueling's gaze, Song Muyao also noticed the strangeness of her grandmother. She asked in confusion: "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Shuying shook her head: "I seem to have heard of this name somewhere..."

When he heard this, not to mention Fang Yueling, even Song Qinrong couldn't help but be surprised.

Could it be that Zhao Lin never told Zhao Shuying about "The Cold" from beginning to end?

Seeing that Zhao Shuying's expression was not as fake, Fang Yueling's mouth twitched, and her always calm and peaceful face almost collapsed on the spot.

She thought for a while and took out the cell phone in her pocket: "Later, I asked the screenwriter what newspaper it was that inspired him. The screenwriter sent me a photo."

Song Muyao was the most impatient, and snatched her phone and read while watching.

"After the Japanese bombing the mountainous areas in the northern part of Ningcheng, the local gentry Zhao Lin accidentally discovered a peerless ancient painting in the ruins..."

"Zhao Lin?"

Zhao Shuying's expression changed completely. She reached out to grab the phone that Song Muyao was holding, took out the reading glasses placed on her chest and put them on, and looked at the photo above carefully.

If Song Qinrong came forward, she would probably recognize it at a glance. It was the photo she had previously found on the Internet in the Republic of China newspapers.

In the photo, a man in a cloth dress looks handsome and upright, exactly the same as the man in the old photo where Zhao Shuying has been hiding for almost eighty years.

"Dad..." Zhao Shuying trembled her fingers and gently stroked the man's face on the screen.

There was no sound in the living room for a long time.

It took me a long time to react from the shock and looked at Zhao Shuying in disbelief: "Grandma, what are you calling him?"

Fang Yueling was very calm, and a smile of success flashed in her eyes. No one noticed it except Song Qinrong standing at the door.

She pointed to the small letter on the photo: "I remember my grandmother's surname is Zhao, and her ancestral home is Ningcheng. This gentry also comes from Ningcheng, and is named Zhao Lin..."

Song Muyao covered her mouth: "Mom, then he is really grandma's biological father?"

"My sister-in-law has a very good memory." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from the door of the living room.

Song Qinrong walked calmly and walked towards the three of them slowly, with her lips slightly curled up, as if she was smiling.

"Not only do I remember my grandmother's surname, but I even know my ancestral home so clearly."

When Song Muyao heard this, her face also surged with admiration: "Yes! Fortunately, I am still granddaughter of grandma, so I don't know it as clearly as my sister-in-law!"

Fang Yueling lowered her eyes and smiled calmly: "It's not just grandma, I remember all the things about you guys firmly."

Rongrong, some time ago, the old principal of the affiliated high school specially invited my third uncle to have a meal, saying that this college entrance examination, you may become the top scorer in the city, so that you will never forget to write Chinese essays no matter what."

At that time, the reason why Song Qinrong was able to transfer to the Affiliated High School was because Uncle Fang was one of the school directors of the Affiliated High School.

Thinking of this person, Song Qinrong nodded slightly: "I'm worried about my sister-in-law."

"This is what it should be." Fang Yueling smiled gently, and met Song Qinrong's eyes, and paused word by word, "Who told us that we are a family?"
Chapter completed!