In early spring in April, the chill has not subsided, and Jingping ushered in the fescue season.
Floating on the street, into the hutong, paving between the bluestone roads, the wheels ran over, light and light, like a pool of blooming flowers.
"Puff puff-"
In the spacious and precious Bentley, the man was sitting in the front passenger seat. When the window was lowered, a gust of wind blew his mouth full of fluff.
As he drank it, he complained: "What the hell is the weather? I would return to Beijing two months later if I knew it, so I don't have to suffer this crime!"
"Shao Qi, I have a disposable mask here, do you want it?" the driver asked.
He contemptuously curled his mouth and raised his hand with a wave: "Whoever loves the chirping thing, the little master is not rare."
The driver didn't speak again, and focused on watching the road.
After only half a minute of silence, the man began to move again, his small eyes floating straight into the mirror.
After a few times, there was a sudden stop, and a pair of sharp and cold black eyes were faced in the mirror.
He swallowed, grinned, and called, "Brother Zhen."
The man in the back seat looked directly into the mirror, and kept looking at each other like this.
One after another, one shuddering.
After a long while, the man named "Brother Zhen" lowered his eyelids, and took advantage of the opportunity to reduce the cold light in it, and said Shen Shen: "If you can't sit still, just go down, I didn't let you run this time."
"Don't... Sit down! Surely you can sit down! Also, no one asked me to follow, I came over voluntarily."
The man in the back seat listened and looked out the window blankly without comment.
Galloping all the way, startled to take off thousands of fluffs, rolling into a winding tread.
Finally, Bentley stopped steadily.
Song Qi turned his head and asked the driver for the first time: "Here?"
"Look at the address, it should be this alley, but the car can't get in, so..." I had to trouble the two grandfathers to get off the car and walk by themselves.
Swearing and standing still, Song Qi patted the clothes, shook the folds pressed on it, and did not forget to look around.
"Did Old Xu drive in the wrong place?"
Old Xu, the driver just now.
"Song Yu's little san'er and bastard live in this kind of small alley? He is too picky..."
The next second, unexpectedly receiving a warning gaze from the side, Song Qisan shut up.
I couldn't help but look around again, but the more I look at it, the more it becomes dazzling.
I saw the narrow alleys with mottled walls and slumped walls. Various small advertisements were also posted on them. How to apply for a certificate and cure syphilis...
Not to mention driving in, even two slightly taller men walking side by side are too crowded.
At the entrance of the alley, there are a few steps, with potholes and moss.
Song Qi only glanced at him and disliked going to his grandmother's house. To be honest, he would have to pluck up a lot of courage even in such a place.
"... Brother Zhen, do people really live in this kind of place?"
"Are you doubting the accuracy of the Song family's lineage intelligence, or questioning Old Xu's ability to recognize the way?"
Song Qi touched his nose, how dare he
If the information system of his protagonist is inaccurate, all private detectives can be unconditionally unemployed that day; as for Old Xu's ability to recognize the way, he even dare not say anything...
Don't look at people's old arms and legs, they are Song Zhen's confidant...
"No, I just don’t think it’s reasonable. In our circle, it’s impossible for a man with a little ability to let his Xiaomi live in this kind of place. What's more, that Xiaomi is not just a toy, people also carry it. The golden knots of the Song clan’s progeny line should never be shattered like this."
Song Zhen heard it and didn't answer, but he didn't shut him up like just now.
Song Qi was eager, and his eyes rolled: "If you want me to say, or Song Yu is not authentic, how can I let my women and children suffer such hardship? Only when my brain is kicked by a donkey—"
"Enough!" Shen Sheng said coldly.
"Zhen, brother
"The deceased is the big one." The man had a faint gaze, and the man paused every word.
Song Qi shut up immediately, and the scene in the ward two days ago flashed in his mind unconsciously.
Song Yu was covered in blood, his face was no longer visible, but the two-way warm eyes were bright and clear like never before—
He said, "I love... people... and kids... pick him up... Let's go back to Song's house... well... . ... according to... ”
Before the word "Gu" was spoken, he closed his eyes forever.
When his thoughts returned, Song Qi shuddered: "Then, let me leave it alone..."
Song Zhen ignored it and took the lead in raising his foot and stepping into the alley.
Song Qi gritted his teeth and followed closely.
"Brother Zhen, are we really going to take the mother and son back?"
The man squinted coldly: "Otherwise?"
"But take the person back, just—" Song Qi's entire face was distorted due to entanglement.
"What's the matter?" Song Zhen stopped.
His gaze flashed: "Song Yu finally survived. The protégé has no sons. You can only choose an heir from the side branch. You are most likely to be..."
"Enough! Don't say anything like this in the future, I don't love it, and it's not good to spread it out."
"That's it! Song Yu is still there, and the entire Song family belongs to him. I have no objection to this. Everyone is convinced that who made him a direct line at birth. But now Song Yu is gone, but suddenly he jumps. To have an illegitimate child is obviously to grab meat from your mouth!"
"You are wrong," Song Zhen interrupted him, "The meat was originally from the Song family. If you want to talk about robbing, I can only be the robber."