In the afternoon, the student Qing came out first, and saw a car parked at the door, and a man was standing, very young and handsome, and he looked very wealthy, dressed very fashionably.

She took the initiative to walk over, called up the information in her mind, and greeted first: "Hello, I am Zhao Ziqing you are looking for." You are Su Yungang, graduated from the University of Cambridge with a master's degree in finance. At present, I am married in my own business, and my wife is a college alumnus for more than five years, and now my wife is just four months pregnant. Your father, Su Xiangyang, once participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, there was a bullet in his leg that he couldn't take out, when you were ten years old, your mother died and your father fell seriously ill, and since then he has been alone to raise you.

Your father had a mole on the sole of his foot, and after your mother died, he left you a jade bracelet to pass on to his daughter-in-law. Is there anything else you would like me to add? ”

Ziqing calmly looked at the handsome guy in front of him, calmly and calmly let his eyes look like searchlights.

Su Yungang's face turned into a complicated look of surprise, and in the end, he was shocked and a little at a loss, not knowing whether to believe or leave, which is also amazing. Is it really a dream from my father?

This can't be a liar found by anyone, right? But it's too true, just say that very few people know about the hemorrhoids on the soles of his father's feet, and the fucking bracelet was said at home at the time, and his father gave it to him after his mother died, and his wife gave it to him when she got married, and he never mentioned it to anyone, and he didn't even know about her wife before.

"I'm ......, I'm Su Yungang." After he finished speaking, he held his forehead and didn't know what to say next, and his brain was a little messy.

"Well, you may be a little surprised, if you want to know your father's request, you will give me five hundred yuan, and I will tell you my last words after paying the money, and we will settle the matter. What do you see? "Ziqing was originally meant to help, so money is a meaning.

As soon as Su Yun heard this, he gritted his teeth and decided to believe it once, but the big deal was that he was biased by five hundred yuan, and it was not okay to ask for a second time, he would not be so stupid to give money.

"Cheng, I'll give it to you now." Su Yungang immediately took out the wallet. Counted five hundred-dollar bills and handed them to her.

Ziqing took the money and put it in her pocket, then took out three sticks of incense from her schoolbag and lit them with a lighter, and shook them around Su Yungang for a while, before she began to say, "Your father entrusted me here." Let me tell you: Under the ancestral hall of your old house, there is a brick that is loose, and a box is buried inside, and the contents are all yours, which was hidden by your grandmother when 'Brother Wen' was back then. Now you're on the move. The old house can't be sold anyway, that's the root, the money was not given to you at the beginning because I was afraid that you would be unstable and would be in trouble, but now you have grown up and can be stable, leave it to your grandson as a gift, a good child has a good life with money or not, and the daughter-in-law is a good girl, you have to cherish it. All the last words are here, gone. After speaking, he looked at Su Yungang.

He was already in tears, covering his eyes with his hands, and his expression was a little sad. Mother went early, and his father pulled him to adulthood. sent him to study abroad, and left before he could honor him.

"Thank you." Su Yungang's mood fluctuated so much that he couldn't say anything else.

"Well, let's clear the two, and I'm also entrusted by others to be loyal." At this time, the incense in Ziqing's hand was almost burned.

"Thank you so much." Su Yungang bowed solemnly.

Ziqing waved her hand and smiled at him, and when the incense in her hand was burned, the single job was completed, she threw the incense and handed the schoolbag to Uncle Huzi, who came to pick her up, and got into the car and went home.

Su Yungang looked at Ziqing leaving, and felt like a dream in his heart. I can't believe it, I think it's time to go back to the old house, it's true or not, and I will know if it's true or not, so I thought about driving back immediately.

After going back, Yan'er came to thank her. "Master, thank you for your help, he fulfilled his wish to be reincarnated, and he left with the ghost just now, let me thank you." There was joy between his eyebrows.

"It's okay, I didn't work in vain, and I also received his merit points. Not anymore. You can't do more of this kind of thing, this is crossing the line, and you have to be criticized. Ziqing still admonished.

"Yes, I know, by the way, I recently found some signs of demonic energy, there are a few little ghosts contaminated with demonic energy, they are new here, but I didn't ask why." Yan'er likes to run around at night, and he knows a lot of ghosts.

"Oh, you help me keep an eye on it, what specific news to report back to me." Ziqing frowned and pondered for a while and said.

"Yes, don't worry." Yan'er nodded and left.

Ziqing took out her piano after a while, ready to practice the piano, this is a good paulownia wood guqin, the strings are made of dragon tendons and ice silk.

This piano itself is a high-grade sound magic weapon, is her master's weapon, and later because of the death of the master, it has been kept for many years to keep a memory, and when she is upset, she will take it out and play a song.

With a sigh, Ziqing's soft plucking of the piano sounded faintly, with wisps of sadness and memories, the sound of the piano was exciting, recalling the bitterness and pain of the past, it was inevitable that it would be difficult to calm down. The happy time was so short, the master's voice and smile, the beauty and gentleness of the aunt were hidden in the heart, and now all that is left is bitterness and grievances.

A hundred years of life have passed in a hurry, and she always remembers the words of her master, not attached to anyone, not to be a silk flower, not to be a red plum on the top of the cliff, tenacious and proud.

Gradually, the sound of the piano no longer has the sound of sadness, but it is a little more suddenly cheerful and calm, and the sound of the piano is becoming more and more plain and leisurely.

Unconsciously, Ziqing settled down, and her mood broke through a small class again, and the realm stabilized, but the good news is that Zhihai also broke through one percent, and rose slightly, at this time she only felt refreshed, and the good couldn't be better.

At this time, the applause rang out, Ziqing opened her eyes and saw that Yang Fan was standing in front of the door of the study at some point, looking at her with a smile in his eyes, his eyebrows and eyes were a little warm, the corners of his mouth were soft smiles, and his long body was leaning against the door frame, revealing a bit of laziness and casualness, and he looked more and more handsome.

Ziqing smiled, "Why are you free to come today?" Come in and sit. ”

The study is very large and has a coffee table, and there is a small sofa on the side, which is completely Chinese-style furniture arrangement, which is very ancient and elegant.

Yang Fan was also not polite, sat down in front of the coffee table, and took out a set of agarwood tea sets, "I'll ask you for a hidden charm, and I'll come to see you by the way, but I didn't expect you to settle down." ”

"I thought you were busy and didn't have time. Playing a song casually, I remembered the time I used to be with my master, but I had some experience. Ziqing took out a little Qingling tea that she treasured.

Qingling tea is planted by herself in the portable medicine garden, and its main effect is to calm the mind and remove impurities, which has a little benefit of nourishing the spirit.

"My homework is fine, but there are more chores, I have wanted to see you for a long time, and I can't get rid of too many mundane affairs." Yang Fan poured the spiritual spring into the teapot with his hand, and lit a real fire to burn the tea with a wave of his hand.

"I heard from my servant ghost that I saw a little ghost tainted with demonic energy, but there's news?" Ziqing sat across from him, her expression calm and gentle. (To be continued.) )