Country F, City Z.

It has a temperate oceanic climate, and the temperature difference is not large throughout the year, making it very suitable for living. This, combined with blue skies, plains and meadows, and almost no polluted air, has made it one of the most beautiful places in the world.

The Song family's manor here is located in the suburbs, and their usual life is even more leisurely and comfortable.

Early in the morning, Song Ping instructed his servants to clean the entire house, and in addition to the grass, he also pruned the flowers and trees in the lawn.

"Hurry up, be careful, today is the master's birthday, there are still guests coming later, no one is allowed to make a mistake!" Patrolling the courtyard, Song Ping stared at the servants who were working.

"Yes, Steward Song."

The servants next to him answered the call while working harder under their hands.

After walking back and forth several times, he raised his wrist and looked at the watch in his hand, and then Song Ping turned around and walked in. Walked straight into the kitchen, "The master is about to get up, how is the breakfast prepared?" ”

"I'm already preparing, and I'll be on the table at half past seven." The chef who was preparing stopped what he was doing and replied respectfully to Song Ping.

"Hmm." Song Ping nodded, and then turned around and left the kitchen.

This kind of conversation happens every day at 7 a.m. sharp. And the habit of Song Ren, chairman of the old Song Dynasty, is to get up at 6:50 every morning, start Tai Chi at 7 o'clock, and eat breakfast on time at 7:30. Over the years, it hasn't changed.

Song Ping went up to the second floor and came to Song Ren's bedroom door.

Stretched out his hand and knocked, "Master, it's six fifty, it's changed." ”

"Hmm." Song Ren's clear voice immediately came from the room. Then came the sound of the door being opened.

Song Ping looked at Song Ren in front of him, a little surprised. Today's lord seems to wake up earlier than ever, and when he was called at this time in the past, he had just woken up, and then, washed and dressed, and waited until ten minutes before opening the door and coming out.

"Master......" Song Ping called out to Song Ren, with worry in his voice.

Because of Song Ren in front of him, there is a faint blue in his eyes, and his mental state is not very good. It seems that I really didn't sleep well last night.

The old man is old, his health is not as good as before, and some vices from his youth have also made him suffer a lot now, resulting in him now paying attention to his health. The affairs of the group and the family have long been lost to his son Song Huaijin, and he himself has always rarely worried about anything. He goes to bed early and wakes up early, eats and rests very regularly and healthily, and he will do 25 minutes of Tai Chi every morning.

But now, I haven't slept well, which is not a big thing.

"Are you feeling unwell somewhere, and I will call my family doctor?" Song Ping's words were eager.

On your birthday, calling a family doctor is not an auspicious thing.

But he has been a housekeeper by the Song family for decades, and he has been by Song Ren's side for decades, so he is naturally very loyal. Now that Song Ren is not in a good state, he is even more anxious, so he naturally does not have those particularities and concerns.

"I'm fine." surname

Ren opened his mouth, his face as serious as ever.

"But ......" Song Ping wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth under Song Ren's slightly furrowed brows.

Knowing that it is useless to say anything more, the master does not want to see a doctor, then he does not want to see a doctor. I had to sigh softly in my heart, then reached out to support Song Ren and went down the stairs.

went down the stairs and helped Song Ren to the backyard. Song Ren usually gets up early to do Tai Chi in the backyard.

But as soon as he arrived in the backyard, he felt that Song Ren, who was being held by himself, stopped.

"Sir?" Song Ping shouted again.

But I heard Song Ren sigh slightly, "Forget it, if you don't fight today, you don't have much energy or strength." "He did stay up late last night and barely slept all night. When I woke up this morning, my head ached and my whole body was weak.

"Sir." Song Ping was even more worried, "Why don't you let me contact my family doctor?" ”

Song Ren looked at the flowers and plants in the backyard and shook his head, "No, I still know my own body." When Song Ren said this, his posture was as high as ever, and his eyes were as resolute as he had never changed for many years.

When Song Ping saw him like this, he sighed silently in his heart. He didn't open his mouth to persuade him, but he was holding his hand more carefully, and his eyes were always paying attention to Song Ren's expression.

The old man is getting older, and everything is good, but he is getting more and more stubborn. This temper is exactly the same as the current young master like him. I don't know if it's good or bad.

He helped Song Ren to the living room and sat down, and Song Ping bent down and asked, "Then today, I will ask the chef to advance the time for breakfast?" ”

"No, you don't." Song Ren waved his hand. "Turn on the TV, get to Huaguo's channel, and watch the morning news."

"Hey." Song Ping answered and went to turn on the TV.

Watching the news of Huaguo is also one of the habits that Song Ren has not changed in country F for so many years.

Even sitting on the soft sofa, Song Ren did not relax in the slightest, and did not lean on the sofa like other old people of the same age. is dressed in a Mao suit, which sets off his thinness and uprightness.

Listening to the familiar Chinese Chinese in his ears and the broadcast of the domestic economic situation, Song Ren closed his eyes, seemed to be listening attentively, and seemed to be tired and resting for a while.

A short time later, the manor's doorbell rang.

The maid opened the door in response, and when he saw the visitor, he immediately smiled, bent down and respectfully greeted him in F Chinese, "Good morning, Mr. Charles." ”

The person who came was dressed in a brown windbreaker, and his already slender figure looked more like a tall and straight pine and cypress. Wearing a brown sunhat, under the visor, is blonde curly hair, deep facial features, fair skin, and eyes as blue as the blue sky.

Behind him, two equally young-looking lads and a jeep.

"Good morning. Is Mr. Song awake, is it convenient for me to visit now? He took off his hat, put it on his chest, and greeted the servants who greeted him with his usual gentlemanly demeanor. The voice is also very nice and magnetic.

The maid who opened the door was obviously very impressed by his handsome appearance and polite gentleman's behavior, and the smile on her face was even brighter, "I woke up early in the morning." Mr. Charles, please wait a few minutes, and I will go and tell Steward Song and ask him if it is convenient for Mr. Song to see you now. ”

Charles nodded, still with a polite smile on his face. Then, I stood at the door and waited with peace of mind.

The maid hurriedly trotted in all the way in and told Song Ping.

It seemed that he noticed the movement of Song Ren and the maid at the door of the living room, and Song Ren, who was listening to the news intently, opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Song Ping and the maid who were still talking, "What's wrong?" ”

His question made Song Ping, who was still talking, stop, and asked Song Ren directly, "Master, Mr. Charles is visiting outside the door, do you want to see him now?" ”

The question was asked, but Song Ping probably knew that he would not be able to hear a negative answer.

(End of chapter)