Song Shan strode in.

In front of the hall, he lit incense, saluted respectfully, inserted incense, and then walked across the patio and into the backyard.

Next to the ancestral hall, there is a newly built building with a large space.

This is the Hall of Longevity.

One light, one life.

Now the Fengsheng Song family is no longer the Song family with a lonely population back then, rebuilding the genealogy, I don't know how many people have returned to the Song family clan, the clan male, and the light is stipulated.

People are in the lights.

People die, lights go out.

That piece of longevity lamp, emitting a scorching light, illuminated the fate of this Song boy.

Beyond the Longevity Hall, Song Shan came to the backyard.

The backyard is very large, and now the clan occupies a lot of land, one by one, in addition to the main hall for the spiritual seat, the other rooms, some are vacant, and some are placed with sundries.

Lamp oil, cannonballs, ingots and candle towns, prepared for many years.

Walk into a room and the lights are on.

On the two Taishi chairs, there are two old people, one is the oldest old Xiucai of the Feng family, this old Xiucai is older than the old patriarch, but his body is healthier than the old patriarch.

On the other side, sitting was the old patriarch.

There is a chessboard in the middle.

But the old patriarch didn't even have the strength to do it, only a pair of eyes, muddy and transparent, just looked at the chessboard, he said one step, the Feng family Lao Xiucai took one step, as if Lao Xiucai was playing chess with himself.

But they are addicted to such games.

Even when Song Shan came, it seemed that he couldn't hear it.

"In this life, there is no hope of winning you!" The old patriarch was haggard, he really couldn't play anymore, and said with some emotion: "I have played chess with you for a lifetime, I am really a little unwilling!"

"Then I will continue in the next life, I don't have a few years, sooner or later I will find you to catch up, but at your level, I don't think there is hope in the next life!"

The old Xiucai of the Feng family pursed his lips and said very indifferently.

Sometimes these old guys look at life and death very lightly, because they have lived too long.

The old patriarch is almost ninety.

The old Xiucai of the Feng family is also in his nineties.

They are all people in the village who have been in the village for a century.

From the chaotic war at the beginning of the century to the current peace, I have lived too long, I have seen too much, and I don't care much about many things, and I will definitely not avoid life and death.

"You, I'm like this, you should comfort me, can't you say something nice!"

The old patriarch's tree-like face had a touch of helplessness.

They grew up together, stayed together in this noisy and remote village, they have been for 90 years, and they know each other well and go deep into the bone marrow, so unhappiness is unhappiness, and they have to show it.

"I've comforted you, who will comfort me then, you're going soon, I can't find more superiority in you!"

The old Xiucai of the Feng family said naturally.

"No wonder you don't have any friends in your life!"

"Nonsense, I have many brothers and sisters in my life, and I have as many friends as I want!"

"Blow it, who followed to go out to fight devils, but was driven back!"

"That's because I'm young, and they're afraid of hurting me!"

"It's useless, it's useless!"

", aren't you too!"

"Hahaha!!"

The two old guys, in this matter, can only keep each other warm, back then, they were too young and unproductive, so they were abandoned, and finally shouldered the mission, always in this village, never left.

"Shanzi is coming!"

The old Xiucai of the Feng family raised his head and saw Song Shan at the door, and squeezed out a smile on his face: "It's okay to come, accompany this old guy, don't let him be too lonely on the road!"

So saying, he stood up, leaned on his crutches, and walked outside.

"Goodbye!"

The old patriarch said softly.

"Old guy, your fate is good, if you die, you will die, and there are no regrets, but I still have to hold on for a few years, I still have a wish, but don't go too far, wait for me, I will teach you to play chess when the time comes!"

"Get out!"

The old patriarch used all his strength and spat on him: "Lao Tzu still wants you to teach, Lao Tzu doesn't know how good his chess skills are!"

"Hahaha!"

The old Xiucai of the Feng family walked outside with a cane in a relaxed and happy way.

In the room, there were only Song Shan and the old patriarch.

"Why don't you tell us about such a big thing!"

Song Shan gritted his teeth.

He knew he couldn't do anything about it.

He can find ways to cure the disease.

But there was no way to save lives.

There is a definite number in the end, and no one is immune to birth, old age, sickness and death.

The old patriarch has come to the end of his life, whether it is a big tonic medicine, 10,000-year-old immortal ginseng, or thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, it doesn't work.

"Did I tell them not to tell you young people?" the old patriarch was a little helpless: "The Song family has finally improved a little, and now the village is also lively and lively with every household, why do I spoil the atmosphere because I am an old immortal, and you are now in the peak of morale, don't let my old guy bring any bad luck!"

The old man's mind is not as open-minded as the legend, life and death are open, that is normal, but the dead are always unlucky.

"You have shouldered so much for the Song family, no matter what, we should personally come to see you off, I just want to know, does the patriarch still have an unfulfilled wish?" Song Shan sat down, personally served the old patriarch, and asked in a low voice.

Life is impermanent.

What will happen tomorrow is unknown.

He will be born again.

The old patriarch will die early.

This world, sometimes, is really elusive.

"Wish?"

The old patriarch shook his head: "No!"

He smiled, his withered grass-like face, ugly, but very brilliant, life seemed to burn to the last moment, but he brightened: "I never dreamed, Song, there will be this day, you have done very well, really good, old man, I have lived the most wonderful life in the last few years!"

His gaze was finally fixed on Song Shan's face.

"Maybe Shanzi still wants to say something to me, an old man who is dying!" the old patriarch asked, "You have suddenly changed like this, and you have become something that the old man doesn't know at all, and the old man is actually very panicked!"

"Actually, my first pot of gold was stolen from the clan!"

Song Shan suddenly wanted to confess something: "I still remember that morning, you came to the ancestral hall and met me, I was very panicked, it was because I was in the ancestral hall, I stole a bowl, that bowl, I sold it for millions, and then I and my brother established Jiangshan Grain and Oil!"

"Hahaha!"

The old patriarch laughed and corrected Song Shan's words: "It's not stealing, it's the blessing of the ancestors, you have to remember!"

He seemed to forcibly relieve some pressure on Song Shan's heart.

"The ancestors have blessed, this is just an opportunity, children and grandchildren have to work hard to succeed, this bowl has been placed here for countless years, but no one knows, you know, you have done it, you have made the Song family better, it is worth it!"

The words of the old patriarch are the forgiveness of the ancestors on behalf of the ancestors: "In my life, I am actually very mediocre and have not done anything, but I have kept the ancestral hall, I have kept the Song family, the prosperous Song family, and I have not broken the roots in my generation, I am very pleased, I also see hope, you are good, Dajiang is good, they are all good children, I believe that you will bring a brilliant ......future to the Song family in the future."

On this day, Song Shan and the old patriarch talked a lot, he picked some useful and useless, and said them all, the old patriarch listened, listened, and then fell asleep......

8:35 p.m.

The old patriarch is gone.

This old man, who has guarded the Song clan all his life, just went, and went very peacefully in the bed in the room of the ancestral hall, as if he was asleep, without pain or regrets.

That night, it snowed again.

It hadn't snowed in a long time since it snowed before.

But today it fell again, and the snow was falling!

The heavy snow, in less than half an hour, has been abundant, wrapped in a thick layer of silver!

This snow, it fell suddenly.

It was as if he was seeing off the old patriarch.