Song Weiwei and Ma Baohua entered the side gate of the Song Mansion, it is a path paved with cobblestones, on both sides of the path is a row of stone benches, the stone benches are lined with bonsai of different shapes, the path is turned left after a section, it is a moon door, and then it is Song Weiwei's small courtyard, the door is pushed open, it is simple and clean, and there are Song Weiwei's favorite pastries on the table, I think Song's mother often comes to clean, which makes Song Weiwei a little moved, and can't help but sigh.

The weather at the end of December was cold and lonely, the leaves in the backyard of the Song Mansion were falling flutteringly, and the air seemed to condense.

Outside Song Zhinian's study, the candlelight was flickering, and Song Wei hesitated in mid-air with his hand outside the door before knocking gently.

A hoarse and loud voice suddenly sounded: "Which one"

Song Weiwei didn't have any expression on his face, and replied stiffly: "Song Mo"

There was a pause inside, and the last middle-aged man in his forties, with a medium build, a square face, and the skin on his face appeared very rough. It seemed that he hadn't slept soundly for several nights, and his eyes sank deeply.

He stood in front of Song Weiwei, looking at the girl in front of him, with a sense of familiarity, it was not the feeling of his own daughter.

Finally, he asked uncertainly: "You were in the palace last time."

Song Weiwei didn't reply to his question, but replied: "You are going to talk to your daughter at the door"

Displeasure flashed on Song Zhinian's face, but he still turned sideways to let her in.

After the two sat down, the study was very simple, the surroundings were very quiet, Song Zhinian's eyes were full of coldness, although this daughter was outside, it was glorious to have a fight, but her attitude made herself extremely uncomfortable.

"When did you come back?"

"Today," Song Weiwei replied mechanically, she really couldn't treat the person in front of her as her father.

Song Zhinian saw her like this, and said politely: "Then you come, what's the matter?"

Song Weiwei only turned his head sideways to look at Song Zhinian at this time, "What, can I come if I have something, and if the gold is sent to me in the future, I won't come."

Song Zhinian erupted the pent-up anger of these days like a volcano. His teeth were gritted, no one had ever dared to talk to him like this, and his eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger.

Song Zhinian's eyes straightened and yelled, "You get out, the old man should be a rebel girl without you"

Seeing Song Zhinian like this, Song Weiwei was very happy, stood up as if he was leaving, but he walked to the desk, picked up the brush, brushed and brushed, and didn't know what he wrote.

Song Zhinian walked over, lowered his head, and his eyes widened wider and wider.

It is written on the rice paper: Friendship has the heart of a beast, does not know the honor and shame of the second side, the importance of faithfulness, good promises, can not be fulfilled, can be deceitful, deceitful and treacherous, and those who do everything are not friends. An Nengtuo will cut his neck, and his life will intersect!

When Song Zhinian saw this, she forgot her anger for a moment, but she was a little surprised, what friend she was referring to was..... , is it the one who is taboo by himself?

Song Zhinian remained silent, "What about your opinion?"

Song Weiwei continued to write.

If you can break the swagger of the wall grass, recognize the gluttony of the greedy wolf, hole its gossip, and observe its treachery, why be confused? Friends are not friends, what is the trouble? Therefore, a gentleman should not be a friend who is inferior to himself!

Song Weiwei returned home this time, in fact, he wanted to help Yunluo, if Jun Wuchen fell, a large number of people would be unlucky, so Song Weiwei wanted to borrow Song Zhinian's hand to add some matches to make the fire burn a little stronger.

Song Weiwei made his views clear from good and bad.

This night, the candlelight in the study was bright, and when the rooster crowed, Song Weiwei left.

After a night of detailed discussions, Song Zhinian's face was not haggard, but joyful, because he solved the problems of these days, he hurriedly had breakfast and left the house.