November 9, 1999.

The sky was overcast.

The cold wind blows, giving people a cool feeling.

The old patriarch went to the funeral.

Buried on Longniu Mountain.

Many people came to the funeral of the old man, whether it was the Song family of Baodao or the Song family of Yanbian, and there were many people who came to the grave, and the black pressure in front of the grave was paying tribute to this old man who had worked hard for the Song family all his life.

On the hill in the distance, two young men with sunglasses just looked at it like this.

"Why did the old patriarch go, when I was a child, he always gave me the feeling that he was a very active old man, I have the impression that he is still the old family who can walk around the village with a cane no matter when, one is not careful, I didn't expect him to be gone!"

Song Jiang let out a long sigh.

He glanced at Song Shan.

Song Shan's emotions like this are rare, at least he has never seen them, and he couldn't help but persuade: "In front of the old patriarch, don't be so sad, he doesn't like to see it!"

"I just have some regrets!"

Song Shan's mood was very low: "Seeing that our good life is about to live, why can't he enjoy it more, coming from the era of war, these years, he has never enjoyed any blessings, guarding this Song clan ancestral hall, working hard all his life, why is there no blessing!"

"Who can say for sure about this thing!"

Song Jiang smiled bitterly.

He took off his sunglasses, looked at the cemetery in front of him, and said softly: "Actually, we should think about the good place, the old patriarch doesn't have too many wishes in this life, he can see the Song family walking out of this rocky mountain, there should be no regrets, life is seventy years old, he is ninety, it's time to rest!"

"Go back!"

Song Shan calmly turned around and left.

"Don't go and say goodbye!"

"I don't want to go!" Song Shantou left without looking back.

"This kid!"

Song Jiang shook his head, he couldn't quite understand Song Shan's state of mind at this time, not only because of the departure of the old patriarch, but also because of the impermanence of fate, so he could only go to the grave instead of him, kowtow respectfully, and chanted: "Old patriarch, don't be like that kid, he actually respects you very much in his heart, you have to bless him, good health, by the way, bless me, business is prosperous......"

Even if the business field has been tossed around, after all, it is the simple peasant young man who has been nagging endlessly.

......

Song Shan went down Longniu Mountain and looked at the two beauties coming on.

"Why are you here?"

Song Shan asked.

"I heard that an old man who is very important to you has passed away, as your friend, let's come to pay our respects and do our best!" Both of them were without makeup, wearing black clothes, with a slightly solemn atmosphere, Fang Nanyi may have seen that Song Shan's mood was not very good, so he spoke a lot softer.

"The mountain road in Longniu Mountain is not easy to walk, Mengyue, your health is not good, don't go up!"

Song Shan shook his head.

"Then Yueyue, you wait for me here for a while, I'll go up and put on a stick of incense!" Fang Nanyi said.

"Okay!" Meng Yue nodded, her body recovered well, but after all, she needed to slowly recuperate in order to be truly healthy, so she still needed to recuperate for a while: "You also put on a stick of incense for me." ”

The Song family is definitely wealthy now, and there are not a few cars parked under the mountain, and Fang Nanyi's Land Rover is parked next to a mountain spring water ditch.

"You're sad!"

Standing in front of the car door, Meng Yue stood in front of the car door, her beautiful eyes flashing, staring at this Song Mountain.

"Do I look sad?"

Song Shan took out a box of cigarettes, took out one, put it in his mouth, and then took the broken lighter, clicking vigorously, but it couldn't be ignited.

Don't smoke or drink, this is Song Shan's strict requirements for himself, of course, his standards are to be put out to see, not to do, he will only be so strict with himself at an appropriate time, under normal circumstances, this can't be done.

Of course, Song Shan rarely smokes and drinks, but when he is in a bad mood, he also likes to smoke this loneliness.

"The cigarettes are lit, and you say that you are not sad!" Meng Yue smiled, looking at Song Shan where the broken lighter was crackling, she was a little funny, she came over, took his lighter, clicked it, and lit it directly: "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, people are too irritable, and the lighters are not good!"

"I didn't burn it on purpose!"

Song Shan took a beautiful sip, and then pretended to say: "You stay away from me, don't smoke this second-hand smoke!"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, look at the point!"

Meng Yue said.

"If you can see it, why are you working so hard to cure the disease!" Song Shan glanced at her.

"That's optimism!"

Meng Yue shrugged: "If I live to ninety, do you see that I am still desperately trying to survive, many people say that a person's life is short, but if you live too long, it may not be a good thing, relatives and friends are dead, what else do you think!"

"Perhaps!"

Song Shan did not deny it, he was actually not sad about the death of the old patriarch, but panicked, panicked in his heart, the old patriarch who should not have died died, so what about the next one, the trajectory of the world has changed, will fate still favor him.

Rites of passage.

will be old.

Can also get sick.

And then there is death.

A lot of things, are you really so open, not necessarily.

"How's your body?" Song Shan took a few puffs, felt still a little choked, put out the cigarette, and asked Mengyue, the most critical seven days have passed, Mengyue's heart has regrown completely, and Changsun Jing has examined her with the most sophisticated instruments, and listed her situation as the most incredible possibility, and is ready to treat this as a medical miracle and report it, but Meng Chengfei stopped it, she knew very well that this involved Song Shan's secrets, Song Shan saved Meng Yue, she naturally couldn't take revenge, so she hid this matter, but Meng Yue's previous condition, in fact, many people knew, this matter, sooner or later, it can't be hidden, someone will definitely find out, but Song Shan doesn't care very much, he didn't admit it, no one could help him, and now he is not the kind of person who just lets others handle it.

"Good!"

A bright smile appeared on Meng Yue's face: "I have never felt so good, I feel that my breathing is all powerful!"

"Kong Wu is powerful?"

Song Shan questioned Meng Yue a little: "Can you really teach Chinese?"

Mengyue has a high degree of education.

She found a volunteer worker in Fengsheng Primary School, the so-called obligation, that is, there is no salary, so if she wants to go to class, she will take classes, generally based on teaching Chinese, because her Chinese culture attainments are very high.

"It's Kong Wu Li!"

Meng Yue said with a smile.

"Do you like it!"

Song Shan shrugged, seeing that Meng Yue's body could recover healthily, it washed away some of the irritability in his heart.

Waiting for Fang Nanyi to come down, Song Shan personally drove them back to Fengsheng: "Fang Nanyi, I've said it a hundred times, either you find a driver, or you find someone to pick you up, don't drive yourself!"

"I can drive it myself, why find a driver!"

"For the sake of your safety, your car will be kept for you first!" Song Shan sent them to the farmhouse, slipped away, and detained the car openly.

"Overbearing!"

Fang Nanyi watched his beloved car being driven away like this, very unhappy, and muttered a little.

........................

The ancestral hall is lively in a deserted atmosphere, and there are many clansmen who come and go.

In the main hall of the ancestral hall.

According to the rules, this is the ancestral hall, and it is a place to discuss clan affairs.

"The old patriarch is gone, we are going to find a new patriarch to come out and take charge of the clan's affairs!" said a few old men who were discussing.

"Why don't you let Weizhi take the role!"

It was proposed.

Song Weizhi, Weizhi, Xing Twelve, known as the Twelfth Uncle, is a character in the Weizi generation, and the first self-employed person in the Song family, not a big rich and noble, but before Song Jiang and Song Shan did not rise, he was also one of the richest households in the village.

And he is also very concerned about family affairs.

The Song family may be because they are nested in this poor mountain village, and they don't have too much to fight for and don't have too much to think about, so they are more united, and the ordinary clansmen are very concerned about the affairs of the clan.

"I can't!"

Song Weizhi shook his head: "If it was before, I would have been in charge, but the Song family, when it is developing, I am old and don't have so much energy, so I can't be the helmsman of the Song family!"

The position of the patriarch is very important.

The 5,000-year-old history of China is placed here, the family and the country are all over the world, a family, and the unity is very high.

"That's right!"

Another clan old man thought for a while and said: "Then let Jibo, the Weizi generation is almost old, it's time to let the people of the Jizi generation serve as the banner, Jibo, Jitable, Jiming, Jifang, Jiyong, Jili...... They're all good!"

"If before, I was willing, in the step-word generation, I am the eldest brother, guarding the clan, then it should be!"

When Song Jibo came back from Longniu Mountain, he found a few elders and said, "But now, I think someone is more suitable!"

"Do you mean Jiming or Jifang?"

Song Jitable can also be regarded as a member of the Song family, during this time, with the momentum of the Song family brothers, he has been rising steadily, and now he has been transferred to the county, not only a small civil servant, but also a small leader at the department level.

"Jiming has a lot of things!"

Song Jibo said: "I want the step-party to do it, I discussed it with the patriarch, the patriarch asked the step-party to take care of the accounts, the step-party is upright, and he never does things partially, maybe his ability is not enough, but I am confident that he can manage the entire clan well!"

......

In the evening, it was more than seven o'clock.

After a busy day, it began to be a little quiet.

When Song Shan returned home, he heard something.

"What?"

Song Shanleng said: "Dad, you want to be the patriarch?"

"They all let me do it!"

Song Jifang was also square at this time: "I pushed it many times, and they all said that I was the most suitable, but where would I be the patriarch!"