"Not necessarily."

Jun jumped lightly on his forehead, then looked at Mrs. Song and added, "Don't interfere in my business." ”

The second half of the sentence is a little cold.

Song Huaijin obviously felt the change in the other party's breath, his eyes deepened, he put down his chopsticks and said: "He has his own plans for the matter of the light brother, and when he has a favorite person, his mother will show him another one or two." ”

One by two, they came to fight her, and the old lady Song was angry again, coughing violently.

The old lady hurriedly gave her a good breath.

When she was more comfortable, Mrs. Song glanced at the two of them dissatisfied, then took the crutches and said angrily: "Help me go to the Buddha Hall." ”

The old lady did as she was told.

Song Huaijin ate and moved, frowned slightly, and didn't say anything.

Jun Qing is still the old god gnawing on the chicken legs, and he doesn't care.

Old Lady Song was so angry that she knocked on the ground a few times before she stepped out of the main courtyard.

After the people left, the two of them had a meal by themselves, and the atmosphere was condensed.

After a while, Song Huaijin put down his chopsticks and looked at Jun Qing: "How did you listen to the school recently?" ”

Jun raised his eyelids slightly: "I didn't go." ”

Song Huaijin's face was a little stiff: "But you are dissatisfied with Master Tang?" ”

Jun frowned lightly and swallowed what was in his mouth: "I don't want to go." ”

Song Huaijin: "..."

With narrow eyes and a glass of cold wine, Fang softened his voice: "Have you ever thought about martial arts?" ”

Jun didn't answer lightly until he finished gnawing the last chicken leg, stood up and said coldly: "No!" ”

After saying that, he didn't go back to Luming Temple.

Song Huaijin looked at the other party's back thoughtfully.

The second son's demeanor is like two people compared to the past, in just a few months, this change is really incredible.

You'll have to go back and find out.

Because the concubine is not the real master of the family, it is not a special day, and he cannot sit at the same table with the concubine, at this moment Aunt Liu and Song Jingyuan are eating in the Mei Courtyard.

There are only five or six dishes on the table, and they are full of meat and vegetables.

"Brother Yuan, your father is coming back today, go to greet him after dinner, if you weren't a concubine, you should have gone to the door to greet him just now."

Aunt Liu was unhappy when she thought that her son was better than that gentleman everywhere, and he was still being pressed by the other party.

"The child knows that he will go to his father to say goodbye, and please reassure his aunt."

Song Jingyuan swallowed the meal.

Aunt Liu nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "There is news from Lumingyuan today, saying that Brother Qing'er was injured in the head in a fight with someone, and after meeting your father, remember to visit him, after all, you are brothers, and now your father has returned." ”

At this point, Aunt Liu put down her chopsticks, and her eyes were unclear.

Song Jingyuan lowered his eyes slightly: "The child knows what his aunt means." ”

After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to grill rice.

"Well, that's good." Aunt Liu laughed lightly and scooped a bowl of porridge for the other party.

Inside the Buddha Hall.

Mrs. Song twisted the Buddha beads, bowed her head and chanted, becoming a world of her own.

The old lady was very worried, and persuaded with a bowl of porridge: "Old lady, you should drink some, if you get angry, it's not worth it, you still have a lot of blessings to enjoy, don't let your body go wrong." ”

The old lady Song was still spinning the Buddha beads, and there was no response.

The old lady was anxious, and spoke up again: "Old lady, the light brother's temperament is uncertain, but think about it, when you celebrate your birthday, he didn't find you the best things, even adults can't compare, the little master is really on the tip of his heart for you, you can dissipate your anger, the old slave begs you." ”

Mrs. Song kept moving, as if she was isolated from the world.