Prime Minister's Office.

It is rare for the six sons of the Song family and Song's father and mother to gather together, and Song Kwun Tong retired from all his subordinates, just wanting to eat quietly with his family.

Mother Song turned her face away while eating, and the eldest Song Zhiyue and the second Song Zhiyuan glanced at each other.

Everyone knows that the mother is crying again, she must be thinking about her little sister.

Song Guantang patted the chopsticks in his hand, and when he saw Mrs. Song's back shoulder shaking, he felt distressed again, and he couldn't keep his face cold.

Song Kwun Tong hugged his wife's shoulders and said bitterly: "You think about that unfilial girl every day, she doesn't want us to have a pair of fathers and mothers for a poor boy, she hasn't thought about us, you forget her!" ”

Mrs. Song sobbed softly, she glared at Song Kwun Tong, and said, "It's not the meat that fell from your body, you don't feel distressed, I'm distressed!" Who said Ruo'er didn't care about me, was the herb she asked the sixth child to bring home fake? You father, you have no conscience! ”

"Yes, yes, I have no conscience." Song Guantang looked helpless, but it was true that Mrs. Song, who had taken the herbs sent by Furuo, was ruddy and looked even more energetic than before.

Song Kwun Tong muttered, "Why didn't I know Ruo'er had this ability." ”

Mrs. Song gave him a blank look: "You are busy with the affairs of the court every day, you don't know a lot about Ruo'er's affairs, my poor Ruo'er ......"

As she spoke, Mrs. Song began to cry again.

Song Zhiyue was the eldest of the six sons, a full twelve years older than Song Zhiqing.

Song Zhiyue was busy with official business on weekdays, so he couldn't go to Zhixiang Village to see his sister like his younger brothers.

If you don't look at it, it doesn't mean you don't miss her.

Song Zhiyue asked the three younger brothers: "How is the little sister doing in the Shen family?" ”

The fourth Song Zhiyang was about to speak, but was stopped by the sixth Song Zhiqing.

Song Zhiqing sighed deeply and didn't say anything, it was almost like saying everything.

The second Song Zhiyuan tightened a pair of thick eyebrows: "Is the little sister's life so bad?" No, I'll have to find some time to see her! ”

Song Zhiqing finally spoke: "The little sister said that she was not doing badly. ”

His opening remarks relieved the other three sons and Mrs. Song Kwun Tong.

The fourth child sat and waited to watch Song Zhiqing's performance, but regretted that there were no melon seeds to make him swallow.

Lao Wu covered his mouth and lowered his head, for fear that he couldn't help laughing.

Song Zhiqing put his hand on the table and said, "The table used by the little sister ......"

The third Song Zhihan asked: "Is it the same as this?" ”

"And this ......" Song Zhiqing paused deliberately, "There is a world of difference!" ”

"If I shake it, the table will collapse!"

"If you don't believe it, you ask the fourth and fifth brothers."

Song Zhiyang was suddenly called by Song Zhiqing, he felt that Song Zhiqing was exaggerating, but he still nodded.

Song Zhiming lowered his head and said, "What the sixth brother said is true. ”

Mrs. Song was about to cry when she heard this, and Song Guantang comforted his wife while giving Song Zhiqing a look and asked him to stop talking.

Song Zhiqing didn't see it, and continued: "The bed that my little sister slept on was less than half the size of the bed in her boudoir! ”

Mrs. Song whimpered even louder.

Song Zhiyue frowned: "Such a small bed, two people?" ”

Song Zhiqing emphasized: "The fourth brother and the fifth brother can prove that what I said is true!" ”

"And the oil lamp!" Song Zhiqing said sadly: "My little sister is reluctant to order, the oil money is very expensive, and she can watch it if she can, hey, I'm really afraid that she will ruin a pair of eyes." ”

The fourth child, Song Zhiyang, covered his face, as if he was about to cry in distress.

The fifth Song Zhiming kept his head down, and his shoulders shrugged.

Everyone thought he was crying for his sister, but in fact, he was laughed at by Song Zhiqing's nothingness.

He didn't know that his brother was so good at making up nonsense!

The third Song Zhihan looked at his brother, then looked at his father, and said calmly: "But that is the little sister's own willing choice, the sixth child, didn't you ask the little sister if she was willing to go home with you, what did she say." ”

Song Zhiyang hurriedly said: "Unless we tie her back, she will never come back." ”

Song Zhihan: "She is so determined, we ......"

The second Song Zhiyuan suddenly stood up: "Then let's tie the little sister back, since the little sister has said so, why don't we follow it!" ”

Mrs. Song stopped crying when she heard this, and looked at her sons with bright eyes.

The boss pondered for a while, nodded and said, "The second brother is right, I think it's feasible." ”

Song Zhihan waved his hand: "I listen to my eldest brother." ”

That night, there was a burst of cheers in the Song family's house, which scared away the birds parked at the eaves.

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In recent years, there have been countless people who have come to the door to ask for help, and those who have to spend money to help Ruo see a doctor, but the door of Shen's house is closed day by day, and Furuo has never gone out.

Furuo's fourth, fifth, and sixth brothers haven't come to her for a while, so maybe they're also disheartened.

Furuo thought about her attitude, as stubborn as a stone, if it was her, she would choose to give up.

When I went up the back mountain, I found the cave among the layers of weeds, and when I entered the cave, the first thing I saw was not a person, but a letter.

Miss Song, thank you for saving your life, I'm leaving, don't read it.

- Pei Lian

Furuo looked at the font on the letter, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and the writing was very good, but the next second she tore up the letter, glanced at the cave, and went down the mountain.

Before she reached the door of Shen's house, she heard one cry after another of grief, and someone who knew Furuo said to her: "The lady of the Shen family should go back quickly, gradually getting green...... Something happened to him! ”