Song Qingzhi's direct and brief inquiry reassured Su Meng somewhat, and after that day, Su Meng never contacted Song Qingzhi directly, and Song Qingzhi no longer looked for him directly, but asked someone to explain the matter, and later sent several newcomers to him, saying that they were helping him do things, but these people were actually not newcomers, they were sophisticated and vicious, and even attracted the attention of the police several times. But in the end, it was still over, Su Meng knew that they were actually still obeying Song Qingzhi's orders, and he was always uneasy in his heart for a few days.

"On the way to Kyoto," Su Meng replied in a low voice, turning her head to look at Sha Luo, who had slept in the past, and added, "Send a friend back." ”

"Is that the stinky girl?" came a hearty laugh. "You can go to the Gion Sacrifice now, although it is the end, but it is not wrong. ”

"Are you in Kyoto too?"

Su Meng was a little surprised when she heard Song Qingzhi say the word.

"Yes. ”

The car finally stopped at the entrance to a residential area, and Sharo rubbed his tired eyes and yawned and asked, "Why don't you come and sit?

"Forget it, it won't be clear if I go. ”

"Leave my mother alone, she's not necessarily at home, no one is at home. Sharo grinned, "Nobody cares who I'm associated with, nothing so." I said I was going to take you to see the Gion Festival, okay?"

"Okay, okay, got it!"

Su Meng couldn't stand Sha Luo's pleading, so she had to agree. After sending Sha Luo away, Su Meng followed the address given to him by Song Qing, and the car gradually drove into the deep mountains, the residential area became fewer and fewer, and the hot air gradually became cooler, and the thick green gradually reflected the field of vision, and through the mismatched shadows, you could see a large mansion, the architectural style was very ancient, and it was the home of the clan family.

Su Meng noticed that there was a white curtain hanging at the entrance of the house, on which Chinese characters were written, which seemed to be a birthday ceremony. At the door, there was a receiver in a black suit with a black coupling tied to his right arm. Su Meng carefully parked the car, and a man with a scar on his face walked over and bowed to him.

"Young master in the inner hall, you come with me. ”

Su Meng followed the scar-faced man inside, and the anniversary festival was indeed going on, and everywhere the men with heavy faces could be seen gathering together to bow and greet each other, stealing private words. Only Song Qingzhi stood in the center of the inner hall, looking up at the huge white paper lanterns hanging on both sides of the roof, and the straight and straight back of the pen was particularly eye-catching. Song Qingzhi turned his head and looked over, smiled at the sun, reached out and pulled his shoulder closer to the inner hall.

"What's going on, are the newcomers you give to you useful?"

"It's good. Su Meng nodded and said, he was useless to those few people, they were too ruthless, and Su Meng couldn't stand it.

"What about that little ghost, has you sent it home?" Song Qingzhi asked again.

"Yes. ”

"There's going to be a thirteenth anniversary celebration here, and I can't forget who died. The old men are here, and I can't leave, so I can't take you on a good tour of Kyoto. ”

Su Meng looked at him and couldn't figure out the other party's thoughts, the events of that day were like a dream, Song Qingzhi never mentioned it again, he had to bury it in his heart. After a while, a young woman wearing a black kimono and a white flower pinned to her chest pushed an old man sitting on a wheel chair and walked out from behind Er, and everyone bowed to him one after another, Su Meng saw that Song Qingzhi also turned around and bowed, and also bowed hurriedly. Although the old man said that his legs were not flexible, his eyes were still vicious, and he recognized that Su Meng was a newcomer at a glance, so he kept staring at him. Su Meng didn't know why, but the old man's probing eyes made him uncomfortable, and suddenly it was dark in front of him, and Song Qingzhi was in front of him. The old man turned his gaze to look elsewhere, and several other middle-aged men who seemed to have some qualifications stepped forward one after another to ask, the old man's throat had been operated on, and his speech was a little unclear, and the woman behind him leaned over the old man and repeated the old man's words again.

Of course, Su Meng knew that this old man had a very high status, but he was more curious about the young woman behind the old man, and he looked like an acquaintance, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was, in the past two years in Tokyo, he had seen too many people, and the images of the past had been blurred, and when he was trying to search from his memory, Song Qingzhi leaned over and whispered,

"That woman, you should have an image. ”

"Is that the one behind the old man?"

"Yes, Zhijiang, do you remember?"

The memory crossed into the sea of minds for a moment, and the woman was Zhijiang's daughter, whose name was the same as that of her mother, and she should have been a college student at that time, but it had changed so much in less than two years. Su Meng felt a little incredible, Song Qingzhi looked at the woman's back coldly and said, "She is a sister." ”

The monks walked into the inner hall surrounded by everyone, the pu group and the sitting mat had already been laid, Su Meng and the others knelt in the back row, the first row was the old man, the second row was Song Qingzhi and the woman, and then the middle-aged men. Su Meng had been silently looking at Song Qingzhi, who was sitting a few rows away from him, sitting straight, and suddenly his back was patted, he hurriedly turned his head to look, and it was a young man who patted him, and the man said in a serious and somewhat nervous voice, "At this time, you have to keep your head down, why are you holding your head so high?"

Song Qingzhi heard the sound behind him, turned to look at him, the two eyes met, Song Qingzhi smiled and turned back.

"Be attentive, Song Qingzhi. The woman looked ahead and whispered, and Song Qing pouted with nonchalant. And the woman said,

"Get your people out of the way, and don't let them dangle before my eyes. ”

"You are the eldest daughter, and you should stay in Kyoto to take care of the elderly. I'm enough to have me in Tokyo. Song Qingzhi retorted, a cold light flashed in the woman's eyes, and then she smiled and said, "My father will go to Tokyo to recuperate from next month, do you still want to break it?"

Song Qing's smile on his face gradually disappeared.

After the festival was over, the crowd gradually dispersed. Su Meng found an interesting phenomenon, those middle-aged men exchanged glances with each other, probing left and right for a long time, some followed behind Song Qingzhi, while others followed behind the woman, and some with heavy faces followed the old man on the wheel, and the crowd gradually dispersed. There were more and more people behind Song Qingzhi, Song Qingzhi sneered at the woman, bowed to the woman and the old man, and strode out of the main hall. The woman smiled in response, and when Song Qingzhi left, her face sank, and her hands clenched into fists. After sending the old man back to rest, the woman remained alone in the main hall, and a man hurriedly stepped forward and whispered a few words in the woman's ear.