In the sound of shouting, Xiang Yandun finally stood up slowly again.


    He took a few steps forward, but he seemed too excited and staggered.


    Seeing this, Xiang Xing and Jiang Yecheng hurried forward, helped him left and right, and stepped on the stage.


    "Xiang Lao, long time no see!"


    Ouyang Yong came forward to meet him and shook hands with him cordially. "Happy birthday and a better life than Nanshan!"


    "I really didn''t expect that you, curator Ouyang, would send this pair of Spring River flowers and moonlit night to give me such a big surprise."


    The old man also hooked his lips and smiled with emotion.


    But Ouyang Yong seemed to wave at him when he heard the speech.


    "In fact, almost all this is the credit of Miss Xiang Xing... It was she who made a special trip to our superior department with Mr. Jiang and lobbied all day before she obtained the consent of her superior."


    Ouyang Yong said, smiling and turning to Xiang Xing on the side.


    Her eyes showed admiration. "Miss Xiang has such a style at a young age. I''m afraid she has a bright future in the future."


    "... where? You''ve been praised by curator Ouyang."


    The little guy quickly waved his hands.


    Soft eyes quickly glanced at the side of Jiang Ye City.


    She just saw the glorious journey of her grandfather and her dead grandmother when they were young, and found the story of the spring river and the moon night.


    Originally, she wanted to find a similar peripheral to give grandpa a birthday gift. She also planned to go to the imperial Museum for an authorization to make the painting into a holographic projection.


    However, after Xiang Xing tells Jiang Yecheng this little abacus.


    That night, she received an invitation from the imperial Museum!


    Moreover, the curator Ouyang personally sent it


    So, there is today''s scene.


    Thinking of this, the little guy subconsciously wanted to go on. In fact, it was all his credit.


    But the next second, she received a man''s eye warning.


    The girl paused, only pursed her pink lips and received the praise of curator Ouyang.


    "... then, Mr. Xiang, please come to the famous painting handed down through the ages and let''s talk about the artistic conception of spring river flower and moon night."


    Ouyang Yong warmly invited Mr. Xiang, and they went to the display stand together.


    However, before Mr. Xiang spoke, a burst of beautiful and graceful piano music suddenly sounded in the whole banquet hall.


    Hearing the song, he was suddenly surprised. He couldn''t help staring at his eyes and looked around.


    Soon, he saw the other side of the stage. I don''t know when there was a pure white piano.


    His precious granddaughter is sitting in front of the piano with Jiang Yecheng, playing with four hands.


    The ethereal and graceful music was played by them.


    And he heard the song in an instant.


    Spring river flower moon night.


    It''s him, and his string, a favorite song.


    Listening to this familiar tune, the old man''s heartstrings flashed, and he suddenly recalled the scenes of the past.


    Looking at the smiling face of Qiuxian in the memory, Xiang Yan only felt a burst of sour at the tip of his nose.


    Taking advantage of Ouyang Yong''s explanation, he quietly turned his face and wiped his eyes secretly.


    This scene, of course, was clearly seen by the audience who paid close attention to him.


    I can''t help feeling.


    It seems that the best gift for the old man this year will be nothing else.