Luoqiu and Song Haoran appeared in front of the dining room, talking and laughing. Coincidentally, the two of them met Song Ying.
Song Ying greeted Song Haoran politely, then snorted at Luoqiu before running into the dining room.
Old Master Song hadn't arrived yet, so there were many rules in the ancient family. For example, before the elders arrived, the younger generation couldn't eat first.
Song Ying moved the stool next to Song Haoran and Luo Qiu to Song Haoran and Luo Qiu. She didn't want Luo Qiu to be left out, so when Song Haoran and Luo Qiu sat down, she started talking.
"Rising limit? Oil? Gold mine? "Song Haoran listened to what Song Ying found unbelievable, but he also found it unbelievable!
"Yes! Let's not talk about these things, there are many other small things. "
Song Ying seemed to be in a good mood. "You don't know, but before I came to the dining room, I received more than ten calls, all of them telling me the good news. Today is really my lucky day! "
"Speaking of which, I was in a good mood just now." Song Haoran smiled. "Today, the two of you were discharged from the hospital. It's true that people are in high spirits because of happy events."
Although they were discussing, Luoqiu was thinking about the conversation he had with Mr. Blind in the mourning hall.
The power of adding a few incense sticks seemed to be a little strong …
"Oh, everyone is here."
At this moment, Old Master Song walked out slowly with Fifth Uncle, but Mr. Blind was nowhere to be seen. After Song Tianyou sat down, he glanced at his descendants and revealed a kind smile. "Before we eat, I have something to say. Listen."
Only then did Song Ying move the stool back to her seat … Song Tianyou was a person who abided by the rules, so he naturally hoped that others would do the same.
"Dad, what's the matter?" Song Haoran asked curiously.
Song Tianyou said, "I've already set the date to go to China. It's a week later. This time, we're going back mainly to worship our ancestors. I haven't been back for many years, and I don't know what our Song family's ancestral grave looks like now. "
"Worship our ancestors? So sudden? "Song Ying was stunned — she had only been back to the Song family's ancestral grave once, and that was when she was young.
"It's not a last-minute decision," Song Tianyou said. "Actually, after Haoran found Luoqiu, I already had this idea. It just so happens that the matters here are almost settled, and our traditional Chinese New Year is coming soon. So, I'm planning to go back to China this time, we'll celebrate the Lunar New Year. "
Of course, there are many of the people's family, of, of course, of course. You know that if you go back there, there will be many people ''s eyes's. Besides, the company '', the company's, it, it. of the company's company. of the company's company. . and the matter, the matter matter in '… ".
. the of the of the of the '', of, of the company, I Group '. As for the matters of the group, you just need to make some arrangements. The whole group won't be in a mess during this trip. "
Song Ying could only nod. "Okay, I'll make the arrangements later."
She knew that once Song Tianyou made a decision, he couldn't change it. This was the supreme authority of the entire Song family.
With that said, Song Ying glared at Luoqiu, who had an innocent look on his face.
Luoqiu was stunned for a moment, then he smiled in response. Song Ying was so angry that her teeth itched.
"Luoqiu, do you have a problem?" Song Tianyou suddenly asked.
Worshipping the ancestral grave was a matter of course. Luoqiu had no reason to refuse, so he simply nodded and agreed … In this case, he might have to move the club again.
However, the club itself was a place where people could move around. You Ye said that she had experience of traveling around the world for a period of time after she took office.
"Where is the Song family's ancestral grave?" Luoqiu asked.
"Tai 'an in Shandong." Song Tianyou smiled and said, "Our grandfather is actually near Mount Tai, but very few people know this. Because in my father's generation, we were basically active in the south, and it was from there that we made our fortune again. "
Luoqiu nodded, expressing his understanding. But … Mount Tai seemed to be a bit coincidental. Now, it was not long before February 2nd.
"Luoqiu? Luoqiu? "Song Tianyou suddenly called," Is there still a problem? "
What Mr. Blind said in the mourning hall made Song Tianyou worried. Although he looked quite calm on the outside, he couldn't avoid paying attention to Luoqiu in his heart.
Undoubtedly, Old Master Song didn't want the bloodline of the Song family to be separated. Even if Luoqiu wasn't a noble, he would protect this child forever. If this child had some ambition, he would try his best to realize it.
But now, knowing that Luoqiu could bring great fortune to the Song family, Old Master Song's intention to keep him was naturally stronger. He also cared more about Luoqiu's thoughts — He never thought that Luoqiu would leave the Song family.
"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered that I haven't been to Mount Tai." Luoqiu smiled casually.
"Well, I can take this opportunity to have a good tour." Song Tianyou laughed. "If possible, you can call your father's second wife. Since she married into the Song family, she should be part of the ancestral worship."
"Let me think about it." Luo Qiu didn't refuse at once. Instead, he wondered what Ren Ziling's reaction would be if she knew that he had found such a powerful family like the Song Family after going out for a while.
She would probably be scared out of her wits.
"Okay, I won't force you. You have your own considerations." Song Tianyou nodded and then made the decision. "Then this matter is settled. Get ready to eat. The kitchen made a lot of delicious food today. Eat more."
Song Ying didn't raise her hand to say that it was finally time to eat. She just felt that her grandfather's attitude toward Luoqiu seemed to be much better.
He was already tolerant enough, but now he was almost spoiling … Damn it!
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"Fruits, fresh fruits! Bananas, cucumbers, carrots! "
"Fried dough twist, fried dough twist, an authentic Chinese snack, fried dough twist! The authentic fried dough twist! "
The crowd was shouting on this street called Zhonghua Street. This was the only place where Song Da felt a little homely in a foreign country.
Of course, it wasn't too strong.
Just the fact that he could see a lot of Chinese people was enough reason to walk around — of course, Song Da didn't come here to walk around.
Song Da took out Natasha's ID from his clothes and looked at the house number in front of the building.
The rent of the houses here was very low. In fact, many locals and foreigners who worked here rented houses. Song Da didn't expect that the people who attended the vineyard wine party would actually live in such a relatively ordinary place.
"… 121, here?" Song Da raised his head. In front of him was a five-story cement house.
Most of the buildings in Zhonghua Street were only a few stories high, so the cement house in front of him didn't look special — and the specific room number. Song Da thought for a while and finally decided to walk in.
But at this time, a woman in her mid-twenties happened to come out of the corridor. This woman's eyebrows were somewhat similar to Natasha's.
The woman's movements didn't change. She held the crutch with both hands and carefully walked down the stairs with difficulty. Song Da frowned. But at this time, the woman's crutch missed. She instantly lost her balance and was about to roll down the stairs.
"Be careful!" Song Da took two steps forward and caught the woman firmly.
A pair of crutches slipped down the stairs and fell on the street outside. Song Da glanced at the woman and saw that she looked haggard, as if she hadn't had a good rest for several days. There was even a worried look on her face.
Song Da helped the woman down and leaned against the bottom of the stairs. He also helped her pick up the pair of crutches.
"Thank you." The woman bowed her head and said, then walked away from Song Da.
"Where do you want to go?" Song Da asked subconsciously.
"Looking for someone." The woman turned around and said quickly, "My sister has been missing for several days. I want to find her."
Song Da chased after her. He already had some guesses in his mind and just wanted to confirm something, "Your sister's name, is it Natasha?"
"You've seen her!" The woman instantly grasped Song Da's arm excitedly, "You've seen her, haven't you?"
Song Da looked around and nodded, "I do have some information about Natasha. But can we find another place? This is not the place to talk about it."
Song Da had been here for many years, but he was not very proficient in the language here — Although he could understand it easily, he still spoke slowly and inaccurately.
The woman hesitated for a moment.
Song Da had to take out Natasha's ID card. The woman's hand trembled slightly when she saw it. After taking Natasha's ID card from Song Da's hand, she suddenly fainted.
Song Da was shocked and hurriedly reached out to catch it. He glanced at the woman's closed eyes, then pinched her wrist and touched her forehead … The woman's body was very hot. It seemed that she had a high fever.
…
After an unknown amount of time, she slowly opened her eyes and looked around. This was her room, but why did she suddenly return to her room?
She propped herself up with her hands in a daze and sat up … She suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took the crutch from the side of the bed. But she was so anxious that she didn't hold the crutch firmly and fell to the ground.
"What's the matter?"
After the voice sounded, the door of the room suddenly opened. A burly man, who was completely unfamiliar to her, appeared in front of her, causing her to scream in horror. She picked up the alarm clock on the bedside table and threw it out. "Who are you? Why are you in my house? "
"Miss, it's me!" Song Da hurriedly caught the alarm clock, "It's me! We met downstairs … Do you remember? "
The woman slightly relaxed this time, and then quickly grasped the quilt.
Song Da slowly said, "You suddenly fainted and had a high fever, so I sent you home. Oh … I found the key in your wallet with the room number on it. "
"But you …" The woman looked at Song Da in surprise … or at his dressing at this time.
A woman's apron was hung on his burly body. Because his body was too strong, the apron looked quite small. At the same time, his head was wrapped with a white cloth. In addition … he was holding a broom.
"This?" Song Da looked at the broom in his hand, "It's been a bit long, and I'm a bit bored. It seems that your house hasn't been cleaned for a long time, so I couldn't help but do it … Don't worry, I didn't touch your clothes!"
"Natasha …" The woman suddenly murmured in a low voice.
"What?" Song Da gave a start and then became silent.
The woman's voice trembled, "Natasha … tell me about her … her news. I … I'm mentally prepared … I've seen the news, and I know about the vineyard and the castle. "
Was she calm?
No, Song Da saw that the woman's hands were trembling as she gripped the blanket. He knew that she couldn't be calm right now.
Song Da took a deep breath, taking off his apron and headscarf, and then took off his shoes outside the door before walking into the room.
"Your sister, unfortunately, died in the collapse of the castle." Song Da looked at the woman. She lowered her head, and her shoulders suddenly trembled.
To Song Da's relief, the woman didn't look into his eyes — Song Da was not used to lying.
He continued, "I'm sorry, when we found your sister, her body had been smashed by the falling stones. We could only find her ID card, which was the only thing she left."
The woman didn't speak, nor did she cry loudly. She just sat there with her head lowered, as if she was just an empty shell. Song Da shook his head, gently putting the alarm clock back on the bedside table, and then put down Natasha's ID card.
Song Da quietly walked out of the room and closed the door.
The moment he closed the door, he heard a scream, followed by a burst of crying. It was a sad sound of collapse. Song Da frowned, and then walked into the kitchen.
After crying for a long time, the room became quiet.
After a while, Song Da came out of the kitchen with a bowl of medicine — it was some Chinese medicine he bought from the medicine store in Zhonghua Street, to treat cold and fever.
Song Da quietly opened the door, and found that Natasha's sister had fallen under the bed, unconscious again.
Song Da had to put her back on the bed, covered the cup, and then fed her the medicine.
She should be better when she woke up tomorrow, but the heart disease couldn't be cured by medicine … Song Da sighed, and began to look at the things in the room.
There were several photos of the woman and Natasha on the bedside table, from when they were young, to when they were young, to a recent photo.
Later, Song Da found the original diary on the table … Song Da hesitated, and then opened it … but he could only listen and speak, and it was difficult for him to read and write.
Helplessly, Song Da could only take out his mobile phone, and use the translation software to read the diary bit by bit.
"… If possible, I really hope to be on the stage again."
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