I am a serious scholar

When I first got off the plane, I rarely saw the lights.

But when I walked through the city, inadvertently, the night light was already lit up outside.

Finally, the car stopped outside the gate of a courtyard

courtyard, where there were almost no high-rise buildings, all shaded and green, and in front of the courtyard, there were two big red lanterns with the character Song written on them!

"It's arrived!"

Xie Wanqing quickly photographed Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang returned to his senses, stretched his waist, and then looked at the gate outside the car.

Good fellow, worthy of being a scholarly family, has been rich for at least five generations.

Song Zijie originally led the way in front, but Song Zhihua was obviously much more anxious and quickened his pace, so that Song Zijie couldn't keep up.

Then he also fell down and smiled at Xie Wanqing: "Cousin, don't you introduce it?" "

When Xie Wanqing first came to the Song family, Song Zijie was still two years old, and later grew up a little, and every time Xie Wanqing came, he followed like an ass.

"Zhao Yang!"

"Boyfriend!"

Song Zijie smiled and asked, "Hey, what books do you read, so fascinated?" When

he was in the car earlier, he noticed that Zhao Yang had been reading.

As for the words on the cover, he definitely didn't believe it, but....

When Zhao Yang gave the book to Song Zijie, Song Zijie was stunned, and then returned the book, saying, "It's not interesting, it's not interesting!" "

The front is not interesting, it is said that the book is not interesting, and the latter is not interesting, it is that Zhao Yang is not interesting.

As a child born in a scholarly family, although he has no worries about food and clothing, he is always less deviant.

Song Zijie doesn't like to read, so he only read two ordinary books, and he scoffs at what his family says about going abroad for further study.

It is precisely because of this that seeing that I have been reading the book like this, and it is really this kind of calligraphy-related book, then I directly concluded that Zhao Yang is a nerd.

Therefore, he said that Zhao Yang was not interesting.

"You ignore him, he's like that!"

Xie Wanqing was afraid that Zhao Yang would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.

At this time, Song Zhihua and Xie Yongsheng had also hurried into the house.

"Third sister is here!"

On the side of the main hall, the fourth Song Zhiyi saw Xie Wanqing coming, and quickly came up to greet him, but when he saw Xie Yongsheng, he still snorted and directly ignored people.

"What about Wanqing?"

"What about the back!" Song Zhihua was a little anxious and asked, "What about Dad?"

"What about the backyard, these days I always play chess and chat with Mr. Qingyang, and my eldest brother has been accompanying me!"

Without saying a word, Song Zhihua quickly walked towards the backyard, and Xie Yongsheng hurriedly followed.

"Hey..."

Song Zhiyi shouted, but the two figures had disappeared, and at this moment, Song Zijie came in with Xie Wanqing and Zhao Yang.

Song Zhiyi greeted with a smile: "Evening sunshine, beautiful again!"

"Uncle, you're getting more and more handsome!"

"Still Wanqing can talk!" Song Zhiyi glanced at Zhao Yang, and said with a smile: "Wanqing, your boyfriend?"

Xie Wanqing nodded when he heard this, and Zhao Yang also hurriedly greeted Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi patted Zhao Yang's arm and said with a smile: "A talent, what a talented woman!"

Song Zijie interjected: "People with incompatible personalities can't go long!"

Song Zhiyi kicked directly: "You stinky boy!"

"By the way, Grandpa!"

"What about the backyard!"

As soon as the words fell, Xie Wanqing hurriedly walked to the backyard.

Song Zhiyi scratched his head, what happened?

But he quickly followed, trying to see what was going on.

After all, Song Zhihua's family came in a hurry, obviously something happened.

And at this time!

Song Zhihua and Xie Yongsheng, who passed through the back hall, saw the three people under the grape vines in the backyard at a glance.

The old man and the Qingyang Daoist were playing chess, and there were people who were laughing, while the eldest brother Song Zhiwen was sorting out the wine glasses on the side.

When I get closer, I can even smell the wine.

Song Zhihua's heart sank, something was really going to happen.

If ordinary people see it, they may think that they can drink wine, and it must be fine.

But....

Song Zhi painted this daughter, naturally knew that the doctor did not let his father drink, and in the past few years, as long as the old man wanted to drink, the eldest brother would block it.

But now he is pouring his own wine.

This only speaks for one thing!

Drink whatever you want.

The footsteps were near, and Song Zhiwen also saw Song Zhihua and his wife, of course, Old Master Song and Qingyang Daoist also saw it.

"Zhihua is here, come and sit!"

The old man obviously knew that Song Zhihua was coming, but he didn't expect her to come so quickly.

When Song Zhihua heard this, she walked over silently, and she had already made sure.

First, drink!

Second, he didn't get angry.

You know, every time she came before, the old man would always give her a big eye, and even scold her, as for facing Xie Yongsheng, she basically didn't have a good face.

But this time, he calmly let her sit over, although he didn't pay attention to Xie Yongsheng, but... I didn't give a face.

Old man Song didn't notice anything was wrong, but Song Zhihua, who had already determined that his father's limit was coming, obviously couldn't bear it.

After sitting down, he was so silent, even his eyes began to redden.

Song Shougong fell a son, then looked at Song Zhihua, then looked at Song Zhiwen, and said angrily: "You told her?"

Song Zhiwen looked dazed: "I don't have it!"

Song Zhihua didn't wait for Song Shougong to ask, so he directly spoke: "Dad, how long do you have left?" Song

Shougong seemed to have accepted this fact and left another son.

At this time, the Qingyang Dao Chief said: "About four days or so!"

Song Zhihua looked at Qingyang Daolong.

This Qingyang Daoist Song Zhihua is no stranger, because when she was a child, the Qingyang Daoist came to the house.

After that, he came about once every three or five years, and he was regarded as a friend of Song Shougong, but after Song Zhihua got married, he never saw him again.

Counting up, there are also more than twenty years, it's just... More than twenty years have passed, and the Qingyang Dao Chief has not changed much.

Song Zhihua was shocked and remembered Zhao Yang's words.

If you know your destiny, it should generally be on the same day or the day before.

But according to Qingyang Daoist, there are still about four days, that is... It is not that he knows his destiny.

Rather....

This Qingyang Daoist is also the same as Zhao Yang, can calculate a person's lifespan?

Thinking like this, she quickly got up and said, "Mr. Qingyang, is there nothing you can do?"

Qingyang Dao Chang stroked his beard and said, "Where there is a heavenly destiny, it is not manpower that can be violated, and... Brother Guarding the Palace is already forty out of eighty, and there is no disease or disaster, which is really a happy event! "

Although Qingyang Daoist is right, but...

After all, to experience life and death, Song Zhihua is still a little difficult to accept, especially since she has just eased her relationship with her father in recent years.

This is not yet filial piety in front of him, but he has to separate yin and yang.

It's a little too cruel!