Everyone, every period of time, has some obsessions to a greater or lesser extent.

Obsession like a demon.

It will be like a rattan, wrenched in the depths of the soul, and if you can't do it for a day, you will be chattering all day, you will not be able to sleep, you will not be able to eat, you will be uncomfortable, you will be manic......

But when you do.

That's where you get a sense of exhilaration.

Now Song Shan feels like this.

If he wants to treat Mengyue, maybe from the first time he saw Mengyue in Yanjing, he had such an obsession and thought, and after nearly a year, he finally solved this time bomb.

"It's snowing!"

Song Shan raised his head, his eyes flickered, and the patches of white snow were reflected in the depths of his eyes.

"Isn't it a lot easier?"

Fang Nanyi walked out from behind and looked at Song Shan's expression.

"If you want to say this, it has nothing to do with me, if you can do it, try your best to do it, if you can't do it, forget it, why do you say why do I still have to do it, I always feel like I can't do it, as if I will bear the sin!"

Song Shan felt that something was not quite right with him.

"You're a good person!" Fang Nanyi said sweetly.

"Good guy card?"

Song Shan couldn't help but touch his head.

How could it be issued a good person card?

Of course, Fang Nanyi didn't know this stalk, she was just very simple, she would say whatever she wanted, some people, the nature of the country is easy to change, it is such a person, they will do such things.

"I haven't closed my eyes for two days, I'm tired, go back to take a shower and sleep!"

Song Shan shook his hand, jumped on the wolf's back, and walked towards the house, humming a little song, in a very happy mood.

"Fool!"

Fang Nanyi stood quietly under the corridor, her beautiful eyes were shining, staring at the northern border where Song Shan had gone, and she couldn't help but say two words in her mouth.

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

In November 199, it came quietly.

Distance from the millennium.

But there are less than two months left.

The weather in the northwest began to get cold suddenly, and after the first snow fell, the speed of cooling down, like a waterfall, flowed straight down to 3,000 feet, and many people couldn't help but turn out their winter clothes and wear them.

What did Song Shan do the most during this time.

Eat and drink.

Housewarming wine.

The small villas of every household in the village have begun to be handed over one after another, and the villagers look at the country cottages with pastoral style, classical color, European and American shapes, and their hearts are excited, and they are eager to live in.

To exaggerate it, even when the village committee divides dividends, seeing real money may not be as excited as they seem at this moment.

House, son.

A farmer's life.

Most of the people who are prosperous may not have thought that one day, they will be able to live in such a small country house, and they may just hope that their family can build a red brick house with one or two floors by themselves before ninety-seven years.

The peasants are grateful, they know very well who brought today's situation, and they are grateful to Song Shan and the Song family in their hearts.

Maybe Song Jiang has a better reputation outside.

But in the eyes of the villagers.

They recognize Song Mountain, and Song Mountain's influence is now the largest in the whole village, and there is no second one.

So every housewarming wine, basically invite Song Shan to drink, Song Shan is naturally busy during this time, and even go two or three times a day, in the village committee, he can suppress the group of village officials, but in the village, he is at best just a young man, and he can't help but give face.

Vomit!

Lying on the wall, Song Shan couldn't help but spit out the old wine he had just drunk.

Today is the housewarming wine of Feng Dayu's house.

Song Shan hid several times, but he was still found by the whole village, since he couldn't hide, he came to the door, which meant something, but he didn't expect to be coaxed together, and most of the wine went down to his stomach.

"Don't invite me again next time!"

Song Shan complained and said: "There is no such wine!"

Young people, especially the young people in the village, started to coax, it was a person who went crazy, he couldn't stop it, the atmosphere was so good, every household was festive and festive, how could he bear to spoil the atmosphere.

He likes to see what is happening now.

Every family has hope.

The villagers are in full swing and have infinite expectations for life and the future.

This can make him feel that his efforts have not been in vain.

"There are two more today, do you want to go?"

Song Jiming was beside him, patting him on the back.

The old fox is the old fox, don't look at the people who are also in the right position, but people drink that pay attention to the secret method, Mount Tai is overwhelming, immovable, no matter how to coax, it is a small sip, there is a mouthful of every sip, an hour can not drink half a glass of wine, but people can still keep the atmosphere down.

This is something that Song Shan can't do.

"I'm not going!"

Song Shan patted his forehead: "If you drink like this again, send me to the hospital!"

"Then I'll go say hello!"

Song Jiming ran in, ran out in five minutes, and then slipped away from the alley next to him with Song Shan in his arms.

When I came out, I was blown by the cold wind, but I was much more sober.

"The house has been built, but there are still some things that must be arranged, the hard bottom of the road in the whole village, and the greening of the whole range of the village environment, must be done well, and try to complete it before the New Year!"

Song Shan said in a low voice.

Abundance is gradually taking shape towards the future he is looking forward to......

The blueprint in his mind seems to have been completed for the most part.

"This village committee has already made arrangements, and the specific Jianjin branch secretary will arrange it, and he is most concerned about the situation of the village environment!" Song Jiming said.

"Hmm!"

Song Shan nodded.

Feng Jianjin has been the number one leader for so many years, he is naturally interested in rich things, and he has a lot of vision and means to do things, he is familiar with dealing with the above, and the personnel in the village can also be arranged properly.

"Shanzi, the old man may not be able to do it, you go and take a look!" Song Jiming walked side by side with Song Shan, and he said abruptly.

"What?"

When Song Shan heard this, his pupils changed color, and he stared at Song Jiming.

The old man of the Song family is only one, the old patriarch.

Others don't deserve the honorific title of everyone, nor can they be respected by all the Song clansmen.

But before he felt that the old patriarch's health was still good, why did he suddenly take this step, and he didn't have any news at all.

"It should be the past few days!" Song Jiming said: "He has already lived in the ancestral hall!"

"Let's go!"

Song Shan's footsteps accelerated, and then he asked with some tantrums: "When did it happen, why didn't anyone inform me?"

"Last month, he fell and didn't stand up, the old man is getting old, the doctor came to see it, and they all said, his is not a disease, it can't be cured, it is estimated that it will be a matter of the past few months, the old man said, it can't affect you, the younger generation don't need to be notified, wait for the funeral, there is no need to disturb your work. ！”

Song Jiming sighed: "He moved into the ancestral hall five days ago!"

The old rules of the Song family, before the old man dies, he will consciously go to the ancestral hall to guard, in other words, he is waiting for death in the ancestral hall, not at home, buried in the place, that life, pay attention to these rules.

......

Song Family Ancestral Hall.

It was built the year before last, and later Song Jifang recorded Fengsheng shares directly under the name of the ancestral hall, and repaired it again, and now the ancestral hall of the Song family is an ancient building with Jiangnan style, and it is the most special building in Fengsheng Village.

"Shanzi is coming!"

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, several elderly people of the micro generation were smoking, and they had a match or not, and when they saw Song Shan, they would automatically say hello.

"What about the patriarch?"

Song Shan asked in a low voice.

"Inside!"

An old man of the Song family sighed: "The old guy is holding his breath and chatting with the old Xiucai of the Feng family!"