One.
Song Tianyou took off his apron when all the processes were done. He instructed Fourth Uncle in the kitchen, washed his hands, and walked out of the kitchen.
Outside the kitchen was an independent courtyard with a small vegetable field.
When Song Tianyou came out, he found that Song Haoran had come back at some point. He had fetched a bucket of water and was watering the plants in the vegetable field.
Song Tianyou smiled and quietly walked behind Song Haoran with his hands behind his back. "He's back."
"Yes, he just got back." Song Haoran squatted down and reached out to pluck the spoiled leaves. He said, "Our family's vegetable field doesn't use any herbs. The vegetables produced are natural and healthy. However, there's one thing that's not good about it, and that's that it's easy to get these kinds of worms."
Song Tianyou glanced at him and said indifferently, "You seem to have something to say to me?"
Song Haoran shrugged. "No, I just suddenly felt a little sentimental."
Song Haoran stood up and stretched. He turned around and glanced into the kitchen. He smiled. "I haven't cooked for many years. You don't have any skills, do you?"
"Stinky brat." Song Tianyou scolded with a smile.
"I went to Zhonghua Street on my way here." Song Haoran suddenly said, "Luoqiu said he wanted to buy something so that he could visit."
"That's thoughtful." Song Tianyou was stunned for a moment. Then, he smiled. He was very happy to hear that a descendant of the Song family would do such a thing. Although it was very likely that this was just human nature and courtesy.
But when one was old, it seemed that this was what they wanted to think and think about.
"He spent a lot of money." Song Tianyou shook his head.
Song Haoran said coldly, "He only bought two pounds of apples."
When Father Song heard this, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he burst out laughing. He looked at the vegetable field next to him and smiled without saying anything. Song Haoran continued, "Gate of Life, Gate of Life. Life means to live. Life means to have hope. Therefore, the Gate of Life is the Gate of Hope, the gate that gives people hope. "
This was what he had overheard. Song Haoran spoke slowly, word for word. Even the tone was almost the same.
Song Tianyou cast a puzzled look at him. Of course, he knew what the Life Gate meant, because it was a gate that he had specially created.
"Those were Luoqiu's exact words." Song Haoran shrugged. "I just brought him there on the way and mentioned the name of the Gate of Life. That's why he said those words. "
Song Tianyou raised his head and looked at the Qingtian White Clouds above his humble abode. After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief and said softly, "This Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup, he can withstand it … Come, bring me to see him."
Old Man Song suddenly became full of energy. Ever since he left the village, he hadn't stopped to rest at all.
In fact, in order to prepare the ingredients for the Buddha Jumps Over The Wall Soup, he hadn't rested since yesterday. The cooking of high-quality dried abalone took a long time, and Old Man Song had strictly requested that he do it himself.
Song Haoran knew how tired Old Man Song's body was, but he also knew what supported him.
It was an obsession that had persisted for decades.
"Have you taken your medicine today?" Song Haoran asked softly.
"Don't worry, I still want to live for a few more years."
…
When Song Haoran accompanied Song Tianyou to the side hall where Luoqiu was, Luoqiu was standing in front of the bookshelf, flipping through something.
Fifth Uncle was a professional housekeeper with excellent hearing. When Song Tianyou appeared, he moved, but Song Tianyou shook his head slightly and told Fifth Uncle not to make a fuss.
He slowly walked to the bookshelf and looked at the neat rows of books on it. There was one book missing. It was the one in Luoqiu's hand.
"Do you like to read the history of the Ming Dynasty?" Song Tianyou asked abruptly.
"Not really." Luoqiu closed it and explained, "It's just that this book is a little damaged, so I'm interested in reading it."
For the first time, Song Tianyou sized up Luoqiu.
He was already sixty years old, but his rocker was very straight and gave people a sense of toughness. Song Tianyou muttered, "Because it's damaged?"
Luoqiu nodded. "If it's not often read, it naturally won't be damaged. The fact that it's often translated means that someone likes it and that it's valuable to be read often. "
Song Tianyou said indifferently, "But it's also possible that it's just an individual person's interest. Some people like it sweet, and some people like it salty, but it's not necessarily what you like. "
Luoqiu said, "But whether you like it or not, you'll have to try it yourself to know."
Song Tianyou suddenly stretched out his hand, and Luoqiu directly handed the History of the Ming Dynasty to Song Tianyou. Father Song casually flipped through the pages and suddenly asked, "Tell me about the dynasty?"
Luoqiu shook his head. "I'll only read, not comment."
"The onlooker sees more clearly?" Song Tianyou stared.
Luoqiu said indifferently, "It can't be considered a trap."
Song Tianyou nodded. "That's right. Even the most complete historical materials can't completely show the truth of a dynasty. Later generations can write something infinitely close to the truth, but it's still not the truth. For example, the 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival' is just a corner of the era. Although it condenses an era, there are always some omissions. "
He then handed the History of the Ming Dynasty to Luoqiu. "Since you like it, I'll give this History of the Ming Dynasty to you."
Luoqiu put the book back in its original position and said softly, "It won't be complete without one. I have to give the people behind me a chance to read it."
Song Tianyou asked, "How old are you this year?"
"I'll be twenty-two after the Lunar New Year." Luoqiu thought for a bit. "I was born in the first lunar month."
"Come, I'll take you to see something." Song Tianyou nodded and turned to leave.
At the door, Song Haoran saw this and hurriedly waved at Luoqiu, indicating for him to follow him.
The boss nodded, but before he left, he put the lid back on the teacup.
Fifth Uncle, the butler, had sharp eyes. He glanced at him and didn't say anything … but details could reflect a person's character. He couldn't tell that this young man was pretending at all.
But this was the most frightening thing. Fifth Uncle didn't know what kind of education was needed to produce such a young man who was perfect at everything.
What was even more inconceivable was that no matter who it was, they could feel a sense of closeness to him.
"Inconceivable." Fifth Uncle suddenly sighed beside Song Haoran.
Song Haoran asked curiously, "Fifth Uncle, what's inconceivable?"
Fifth Uncle joked, "If this guest was a woman, I could describe her as a secluded orchid in an empty valley. But as a man, I really don't know how to describe her. "
"Fifth Uncle, so you have this kind of interest …" Song Haoran was stunned and then sighed. "This is why you've been single for more than forty years …"
"Young Master …"
…
The layout of the house seemed to be much larger than it looked from the outside. This was probably due to the designer's grasp of the space structure.
Song Tianyou brought Luoqiu to a locked room in the deepest part of the house.
In the olden days, large families would set up mourning halls in their houses, and there was such a place in the house. Song Tianyou pointed to a neatly arranged memorial tablet in the mourning hall and then said to Luoqiu, "Our Song family can be traced back to the Northern Song dynasty."
"Zhao?" The owner looked at the memorial tablet hanging at the top with the words "Zhao Taizu Rui Xian Gong" written on it and was slightly stunned.
As if he knew Luoqiu's doubts, Song Tianyou said seriously, "Rui Xian Gong is a descendant of Song Taizu's second son, Yan Wang. In other words, our Song family is actually a descendant of Song Taizu. Later, when the dynasty changed, Rui Xian Gong wanted to restore the family, but he couldn't win against the vicissitudes of the world. In the end, he was disheartened and died in depression. His descendants gradually gave up on this idea and changed their surnames. We took on the surname Song Wei as a memento. Over the past thousand years, the Song family had almost been destroyed several times, but it wasn't over yet. Until now, we've finally left some descendants. Since you're a descendant of my elder brother, you have to acknowledge your ancestors. So I want to tell you this. We're actually from the Zhao family. "
Luoqiu nodded. He was indeed a little surprised by the origins of the Song family, but he quickly recovered.
Song Tianyou had been observing Luoqiu's expression. At this time, he nodded and said, "You're very calm, much better than I expected. When your uncle Song Haoran first heard it, he wasn't as calm as you are now. "
"Dad, it's not fair to compare a ten-year-old to a twenty-two-year-old." Song Haoran chuckled.
Song Tianyou just waved his hand, but he couldn't hide the doting in his eyes — Song Haoran was his only son when he was old. Naturally, he treasured him a lot.
"My grandfather, how did you get separated from him?" Luoqiu asked at this time.
Song Tianyou sat down and recalled something. At this time, Luoqiu saw something called age on Song Tianyou. Old people all had this kind of thing.
"At that time, the era of turmoil and chaos had just ended. A new country was established, and all kinds of things were being done. But in fact, there were still many places in the country that hadn't been liberated. " Song Tianyou was silent for a while before he continued, "In fact, if we hadn't been invaded at the beginning of the Republic, perhaps my grandfather would have just been an honest teacher. But life was pressing, and a scholar without the strength to fight a chicken threw away his books and picked up a gun. He was still able to make a small career. "
"There are many things that I can't remember clearly now. Because at that time, I was too young. " His father was silent for a long time. "At the beginning, the Song family was just a small local warlord, carefully surviving in the cracks of many forces. We didn't want to get anything. We just wanted to protect our home, so we got armed. But when the torrent of the era came, no one could stay out of it. "
"Your grandfather was much older than me. An elder brother is like a father. I spent my childhood with your grandfather. He taught me to memorize the Three Character Classics, taught me how to ride a horse, read historical records to me, and quietly sneaked out with me to play. We hunted together and watched Shaoxing Opera together … Those were the most precious days of my life, carefree and worry-free. "
"Later on, when the new country was established, the helm of the Song family was handed over to my father, your great-grandfather. Your great-grandfather didn't want to accept anything like the founding of the country. He just wanted to retire and live a peaceful life. But our Song family still encountered a disaster. "
"At that time, the situation was still very tense. Although the old forces retreated overseas, a large number of spies remained and destroyed the hard-won peace everywhere … Our Song family was framed."
Father Song was silent for a long time. "The truth of this matter hasn't been accurately determined yet. The situation was very chaotic at that time. The establishment of a new country meant that many things were overthrown and new things were about to emerge. I never doubted the spirit of the soldiers who used their blood to liberate the country. But you also have to understand that at the beginning, all of us had different backgrounds, and our thoughts weren't necessarily the same. My father didn't want to belong to some people's camp, and the consequences were predictable. "
"It was winter, and it wasn't long before news of Yungui Chuan's liberation came …" Song Tianyou's expression was a little sad. "I remember that night, a lot of people suddenly came to the house. They all wore black hats and black traditional Chinese gowns. They didn't speak. None of them said a word from beginning to end. I heard gunshots, and not long after, I saw my brother rush into my room covered in blood and pick me up. "
"We kept running, kept running, and the people behind us kept chasing us." Father Song closed his eyes. "That was the first time in my life that I saw so many dead people and blood. I don't know what war is like, but I saw what death is like. "
Father Song looked at Luoqiu. "Your grandfather tied me to him with a belt to protect me. I saw that he was shot in the shoulder and blood kept flowing. It flowed to my face … There was no other way. He chose to take a few people to lure the men in black away, and then let a few servants protect me as we escaped. We agreed on a place to meet, and he told me to be there or be square. "
Luoqiu sighed. "You didn't see him."
"I waited for a long time, a long time." Elder Father took a deep breath. "Later, under the protection of my servants, I moved to Xiangjiang, then continued south, crossing the ocean to Indonesia. I grew up there … After a few years, I found out some of the truth about what happened back then, but in the dark, a mysterious force came looking for me. I had no choice but to leave again. "
Father Song sighed. "That time, I went even further. Then, I came to this place and met a girl. She was the descendant of a coolie who was sold here to do hard labor. We fell in love, and I took root here. "
Father Song looked at Luoqiu, and his heavy heart seemed to relax a little. "I made some money over the years, and I also had some power of my own. I secretly went back several times, but I couldn't find any news about my brother. I originally thought that I would never hear any news about him in this life. "
He suddenly grabbed Luoqiu's hand. His movements were fast and swift, like a fierce tiger released from its cage, and Luoqiu couldn't dodge in time.
The old man grabbed Luoqiu's hand tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that once he let go, he would never want to see him again. "Today, I found you!"
Perhaps back then, the old man's brother also held his hand tightly like this.
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