Wen Qingshui's senses are becoming more and more sensitive, and this is the wealth that experience brings to people. Even though this wealth is not always good.

Song Xijun noticed that she was nervous and hugged her tightly, and she felt better.

"Did something happen to Grandpa?"

"No!" Song Xijun said solemnly.

Wen Qingshui didn't ask any more questions, and followed into the villa hall.

"Uncle Wang, hello" Wen Qingshui hurriedly said hello when he saw Wang Qi!

"You're here!" Wang Qi was very serious just now, but now he suddenly became kind. Then he turned his head to Song Xijun and said, "The old man is waiting for you!"

Watching Song Xijun enter, Wen Qingshui was a little confused. This atmosphere is not right!

"Don't worry, they're grandchildren, they'll be fine!

Wen Qingshui thought about Uncle Wang's words carefully, and he was no longer entangled.

"yes, long time no see, will they forget me?"

"Don't worry, I can't forget it! this is their dinner!" As if Uncle Wang had prepared for it, a large bucket of meat and bones immediately appeared in front of her, and a white towel hung next to it.

"Okay, then I'll go! If Xijun comes out, will you let him call me?"

"Okay!

Wen Qingshui went to the back, worried all the way.

Song Xijun entered the old man's study, and as soon as he entered, he was scolded by the old man.

"Why don't you listen to what I said, why don't you listen! What else do you check? When you should know, I will naturally let you know. ”

"I want to know if it has something to do with my mother's death, what are you hiding from me, why are you hiding it from me, I'm not the kid I used to be!"

The old man didn't expect him to be entangled in this, and he turned away dejectedly.

"Grandpa, I'm not a kid anymore, I can. I want to know the truth, and I don't want to be kept in the dark. I wonder why my mother died?"

I don't know if it's Song Xijun's illusion or if the old man really trembled for a second.

In the end, the old man turned around, and his voice was full of vicissitudes.

"Xijun, I don't know more about your mother than you do. The fact that I don't let you take care of it now has nothing to do with your mother's business!"

"If it's okay, you should have let me participate. You shouldn't carry it yourself anymore at this age, I'm your grandson, and I should help you share it. ”

"No need! I said I'll handle it myself!"

The old man was annoyed all of a sudden.

Song Xijun felt inexplicable, blaming himself for saying that he was old?

"Xijun, you listen well. That's entirely my business, my personal business. If you want to know, undo the lock I gave the girl! Otherwise, don't talk about it!"

"Grandpa——, get out! Don't let the girl be suspicious. ”

The old man has always said the same, and Song Xijun also knows that it is useless to say more. It has nothing to do with his mother? What is it? Is Yu Chengzhi's death?

Song Xijun came out all the way, pondering all the way. I didn't expect this to be the result! There was even that lock? That lock was unlocked by his grandfather before, but he didn't unlock it. Later, Grandpa gave Qing Shui, but he didn't care, he thought it was just a plaything!

"Hey Army!"

"Uncle Wang!"

Wang Qi turned out from the side and looked at him fixedly. In the end, it seems that I have finally made up my mind.

"The old man has been through a lot of things, he is an emotional person. A lot of things he doesn't tell you are also because of the knot in his heart, which he wants to untie himself. It's just that the old man is also old, so you should try not to make him angry!"

"Uncle Wang, do you know anything?"

Wang Qi shook his head!

"Let's go find Qingshui! It's time to eat!"

Song Xijun looked at it and saw that Uncle Wang seemed to be much older in the past two months.

"Uncle Wang, I remember your words!"

"That's good! That's good!" Wang Qi seemed to want to say something, but he held back!

"Uncle Wang!" Song Xijun said suddenly.

"Huh?" Wang Qi had already walked towards the dining table, and stood up as soon as he shouted.

Song Xijun didn't say it directly, but took a few steps towards Wang Qi. Then he whispered, "Uncle Wang, where is your necklace?"

Wang Qi stiffened for a moment, and subconsciously covered his neckline and looked left and right. Then it was embarrassing to put it down again. Only then did he realize that his neckline was tightly buttoned, and it was impossible for Song Xijun to know that his necklace was missing.

Song Xijun was a sudden whim, but it was just because an image flashed in his mind for a moment. He just tried, but he didn't expect to be fooled by him.

"Uncle Wang, your necklace never leaves you? You have been wearing a shirt for the past few years, and the neckline has never been opened. It's been a while!"

"It's nothing, you don't have to worry about it!" Wang Qi was a little irritable.

"Uncle Wang!" Song Xijun shouted again solemnly. "I've always treated you like my own uncle. I want to tell you that if you need me for something, I can trust. ”

Wang Qi smiled with relief and patted his right arm. "Go ahead!"

Then Wang Qi still walked towards the table, as if nothing had happened.

Song Xijun walked back with a lot of worries. He could have called Qingshui, but he walked over anyway.

One is that he doesn't want the feelings of the two people to be connected through cold radio waves all the time. There were so many radio connections between the two of them that he was a little disgusted.

The second is that he is really irritable, and he wants to see the little woman in his heart earlier. He found that he was becoming more and more dependent on her, and seeing her was like a cloudy weather, and the rain had cleared all at once.

Song Xijun saw Wen Qingshui sitting in the middle of coming and going from a distance. She seemed to be in a daze. His hand mechanically touched Youlai's neck, and his eyes were fixed on a lotus flower in the lake.

For a moment she saw him. She bowed her head and said something, and hurried to him.

The way she ran towards him like a little swallow pleased him at once. He waited there with open arms, as if the moment she rushed into his arms she could knock all the unhappiness away.

"Are you done talking to Grandpa?

"It's fine!"

Wen Qingshui waved his hand at Youlai and Yougo, and walked back with his arm. She became more and more enthusiastic, making him experience the sweetness he had not seen for a long time. It reminds him of his parents when he was a child. The mother is gentle and dignified, and by the father's side, she always behaves intimately but without losing measure. But now that I think about it, it seems that there is a lack of passion between parents.

Just like him and Wen Qingshui now, if Qingshui always abides by etiquette, he will feel rusty. Doesn't her mother love her father from the bottom of her heart? Then she won't be in a trance because of Song Aimin's appearance, what is the truth?

It was almost in the front hall that Song Xijun noticed Wen Qingshui's quietness.