Early the next morning.

Bai Yibei got out of the car, and in front of him was a small courtyard hidden in the green trees, with a red painted iron gate, a red brick wall, and a sign on the door wall that read: Nest of Words.

It's halfway up the mountain, but it's not a fancy villa area. Along the way, the road is winding and full of potholes, and it is as difficult as it is to walk. It's not easy for him to stand here.

With lush trees, birdsong, and quiet and quiet people, this is a good place to cultivate one's self-cultivation in one's spare time.

From the outside, the "Nest of Words" is just a very ordinary courtyard, and because it is ordinary, people do not care about it and do not pay attention to it.

"I really didn't expect that the old man would have such a house. Kang Kai smacked his tongue.

"Yes, this is too hidden, isn't it?" Shen Feng turned his head and asked Kang Kai next to him: "Do you say that the prince knows about them?"

Kang Kai pursed his lips: "Who is the prince? That is the treasure in the old man's heart, and the old man can't wait to give him the whole world." With the old man's affection for the prince, how could he hide it from the prince. ”

Shen Feng nodded, agreeing with Kang Kai's statement. At the same time, he is also extremely dissatisfied with the old man, they are all biological sons, why is it so much worse?

Bai Yidong didn't know if there was such a house, Bai Yibei didn't know, but he never knew. He was here because of his father's phone call last night.

Last night's phone call, like the one he had told him to come back two days earlier, was made by his father himself. Why did the father do it himself, presumably the father also knew that the hand of the dummy, Bai Yibei, may not do it.

The few of them were speculating wildly when the door opened from the inside, and out came a young man in his thirties.

"Fourth young master, come in, the master is already waiting. The man was respectful to Bai Yibei.

Bai Yibei swept the man's face, this face was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Facing his sharp eyes, the man didn't care, grinned and said, "It seems that the fourth young master doesn't remember me, I'm Wang Cheng." ”

Wang Cheng?

In a moment, some bits and pieces of childhood rushed back.

Wang Cheng is the only son of Wang De, the old housekeeper of the Bai family, although Wang De has followed Bai Zhenheng since he was a child, but his son Wang Cheng only came to the Bai family when he was ten years old.

Wang Cheng is the same age as him, because Wang Cheng is just the son of a servant, and Bai Yidong and they don't like him at all. His situation at that time was not much better, his stepmother was abused, his brother was persecuted, and his father, who was busy with business, also ignored him.

Wang Cheng's arrival gave him some comfort, at least he had someone to talk to, not to mention that Wang Cheng was also willing to listen to his distress, so their relationship was not bad at that time.

However, after he graduated from junior high school and was sent to England, they never saw each other again.

My childhood mind is as pure as a pool of crystal clear water.

After all, more than 10 years have passed, and more than 10 years have been spent in a cold war between father and son, and brothers have killed each other, not to mention an outsider.

Facing this old man, Bai Yibei just glanced at it coldly and walked in.

Bai Yibei's indifference did not arouse any feelings from Wang Cheng, shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and then followed.

Walking in, the yard is pitiful. In the middle of the courtyard is a stone road, both sides of the road are occupied by flowers and plants, and at the top of the road is a two-story building.

Bai Yibei walked over and pushed the door in. It has been a habit he has developed over the years, and every time he goes to an unfamiliar place, he will carefully observe it.

This small building is a simple building with one floor and one bottom, with a living room, dining room, and kitchen downstairs, and a study, guest room, and bedroom upstairs.

The décor is so simple and monotonous that it's hard to believe that this is the residence of the richest man in Stone City.

"Fourth young master, the master is waiting for you in the study upstairs. Wang Cheng came over and said.

Bai Yibei went upstairs, Kang Kai and Shen Feng wanted to follow, but were blocked by Wang Cheng:

"The two of you have worked hard all the way, let's go over there and have tea. Wang Cheng pointed to the sofa in the living room.

Kang Kai just wanted to get angry, but Bai Yibei nodded and motioned for them to wait here.

There were three rooms upstairs, two of which had closed doors, except for the one at the top of the hallway. Bai Yibei walked in without hesitation.

In front of the glass window, a man stood facing the window. Although it is just a back, it is enough for Bai Yibei to recognize that he is his father, Bai Zhenheng.

Hearing the voice, Bai Zhenheng didn't turn around, and Bai Yibei didn't speak, and glanced at the room a few times.

The room is not big, the furnishings are simple, a large bookshelf, a large desk, and a set of hospitality sofas. The most eye-catching is the "Sauvignon Blanc" hanging on the wall.

One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold. Acacia maple leaf dan.

The chrysanthemums bloomed, the chrysanthemums were left, and the high-flying people of Saiyan were not returned. A curtain of wind and moon.

This character, the gesture is delicate, euphemistic and subtle, and the size contains abundant artistic beauty. You don't have to think about it to know that this is a woman's handiwork.

"Song Ciyin". When Bai Yibei saw the rubbing of the final seal, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Song Ci is Bai Zhenheng's deceased wife and the name of Bai Yibei's mother. It is said that the name is like its person, and this is not foolish at all.

Song Ci is really like a euphemistic and delicate word.

Is this mom's word?

My mother is a well-known talented woman in Shishi, who can not only export chapters, but also write well, which is almost a household name.

Since giving birth to their siblings, my mother has been in poor health. So, from what he can remember, he hasn't seen his mother write a word, but he has seen his mother's ink before.

My mother loves Li Qingzhao's "Dotted Lips" very much, and the most written is also the lyrics. When he was seven years old, he asked his mother why he preferred that poem.

Mom said: "It was a portrayal of a young girl's first budding love, and there was a shadow of her mother in it. ”

He walked away with shame, leaned on the door and looked back, but sniffed the green plums. ”

Now that I think about it, it is indeed that this sentence alone portrays a girl's shyness, curiosity, and love vividly.

At that time, I was too young to understand what my mother meant. I just wondered, how could there be a shadow of my mother in the words?

Now it is not difficult to understand that in this "Lip Dotting", there is not only the shadow of the mother, but also the man that the mother likes.

This man is the man in front of him - his father.

He knew that his mother had only loved this one man in her life.

But this man failed his mother, and when his mother stood in the wind all night and night, this man was having fun with his old lover, and when his mother was sick and obsessed with his return, this man was only busy with his business......

No wonder my mother left such a sad word, this is the true portrayal of my mother at that time, right?

This "Sauvignon Blanc", although the handwriting is beautiful and elegant, contains artistic beauty. But every stroke of the word is full of my mother's expectation and helplessness. is far less bright and chic than the former "Dotted Lips".

When Bai Zhenheng turned around, Bai Yibei's mind was still on that pair of words.

Standing still, Bai Zhenheng's gaze was slightly dull. The little son in front of him, who has not seen each other twice in a year, looks so strange and so familiar.

What is unfamiliar is the son's face, and what is familiar is the son's character.

Indifferent, gloomy, arrogant, and silent, such a temperament is simply a reprint of him. Perhaps it is because of the similarity in personality that it is not easy for their father and son to communicate, and they will be tense every time they meet.

Bai Zhenheng's stunned gaze flashed a trace of imperceptible softness, although it was fleeting, but he was also keenly aware, he was stunned for a moment, and soon the softness that seemed to be there was covered by a layer of frost.

Bai Zhenheng took a step forward and spat out a cloud of smoke. His eyes inevitably glanced at the words on the wall, and said without expression or emotion:

"That's your mother's handwriting, written on the eighth day of July in XXXX. ”

Bai Yibei looked at the inscription of the word, only rubbing, no date.

Hmph, you remember it well. If so, how could your wife die of resentment and depression?

Bai Yibei frowned.

He frowned every time he mentioned his mother, especially when he heard this man mention it.

He took a deep breath and turned his gaze to his father's face, looking at the face that was both strange and familiar. He hated this man, he thought.

This man has lived up to his mother's affection, shouldn't he be hated?

This man is cold and cruel to his sister and brother, shouldn't he be hated?

Shouldn't this man be hated for abandoning him abroad and ignoring him?

But why?

Why does the hatred in one's heart diminish as soon as one of this man's eyes is met? This is the blood relationship that blood is thicker than water? This is the family affection that is constantly cut off by any hatred?

Affection?

This, it's really annoying, very annoying.

He pursed the corners of his lips, the sarcasm was too strong. As this meaning deepened, he let the "family affection" that should not appear in his heart also roll the calf.

"Tell me, what did you call me to do?" Bai Yibei stood still and asked directly.

Bai Zhenheng knocked his pipe: "Sit down and talk." ”

"I don't have the time to sit down and talk to you. ”

Bai Yibei's vitriolism seemed to be expected by Bai Zhenheng, and he seemed to have long been accustomed to his son's cold virtue.

Bai Zhenheng snorted coldly: "You don't have idle time, and my time is also very precious." ”

"In that case, what is the point of being verbose. Bai Yibei said self-deprecatingly: "I don't think you will probably have Yaxing who came to me to catch up with the old days, so you have something to say." ”

Bai Zhenheng showed a sneer and said, "Since you have said so, I want to talk to Rory again, it seems that I am too unhappy." ”

Bai Yibei didn't answer this time, pouting his eyes and waiting for the following.

After a while, Bai Zhenheng said straight to the point: "I chose a family for you." ”

Bai Yibei was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. His smile was not exaggerated at all, even a little low. So, instead of laughing, he listened to a great joke.

The corners of Bai Yibei's mouth flicked up, and an extremely ironic expression filled his entire face. He chose a family for him, did he think he had this qualification?

He looked at his father and said contemptuously, "You think I'll agree?"

"You will. Bai Zhenheng was slow and reasonable.

My father never fought a battle that he was uncertain about, and since he had called to summon himself back from England, it was inevitable that he would win.

"Tell me what I would agree to. "My father is bound to win, and he will never be unable to get up early.

"Thirty percent of Ling Yun's shares. ”

Bai Yibei was stunned again, no, this time he was surprised.