As one of the four wealthy families in Yanjing, the Song family naturally stayed away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd and occupied a wide and quiet residential area alone.

The car stopped at the gate of the old mansion, and Song Guye first went down and ordered the housekeeper who was waiting at the door.

Behind Sheng Jin, there are also Qi Junyan and Changyi, who is not at ease with him.

Because he was afraid that Sheng Jin would nag him again, he remained silent all the way.

It wasn't until he arrived at the Song family that he couldn't help but come to Sheng Jin's side and said: "The Song family is in a special situation, and the children and grandchildren under the head of the Song family are very capable, but the power is still in his hands for so many years." ”

"Even so, the Song family is harmonious and has not caused any contradictions."

Sheng Jin responded lightly.

Song Guye turned around after giving instructions to the housekeeper, and his gaze fell on Changyi and Qi Junyan.

"Please also invite the two housekeepers to sit in the living room for a while, and I will take Miss Sheng to see my grandfather."

Soon, Changyi took Qi Junyan and left behind the housekeeper.

"Miss Sheng, please."

Song Guye did not walk towards the main body of the old mansion in front of him, but walked towards the road to the left, bypassing this path, and a separate attic gradually appeared in view.

"After my grandmother died, my grandfather moved here. It's quieter, he doesn't like to be noisy, so we went with him. ”

Sheng Jin carefully looked at the location of the attic.

The environment is quiet, surrounded by green plants, and the dense forest behind the mountain is indeed a place for self-cultivation.

But—

"That tree is too tall."

She stared at the lush trees next to the attic that almost shaded the building itself, the foliage that was so thick that it cast a shadow on the ground, and the sunlight could only sparsely spill in.

Song Guye was stunned for a moment, and he helplessly explained: "This tree was transplanted by my grandparents when they first got married, and grandpa didn't let anyone touch it, and these green plants are usually taken care of by him." ”

As soon as they approached the attic, a strong smell of Chinese medicine came to their faces.

Song Guye knocked on the door, and it didn't take long for an old servant to appear at the door: "Young Master? ”

"Hmm." Song Guye responded, looking at the attic with worried eyes, "Isn't Grandpa's condition still not improving?" ”

The old maid shook his head regretfully: "As before, every time the condition will be worse than the previous one, I don't know how many times the head of the family will last." ”

Song Guye couldn't help but clench his fists.

The old servant's curious gaze fell on Sheng Jin, and he was stunned: "Who is this?" ”

"This is Miss Sheng from the Bai Ze Investigation Bureau, who was recommended by Director Chang, and I took her to see her grandfather."

"Oh, Miss Sheng, please."

The old servant was disappointed for a moment, and soon he gathered his emotions and took Sheng Jin and Song Guye inside.

Sheng Jin recalled the old maid's eyes just now, obviously misunderstanding what she had to do with Song Guye.

As the old maid walked inside, Sheng Jin saw the head of the Song family, Song Changlin, who was sick in bed.

Because of illness, he lost weight sharply, and the facial features on his face were a little sunken, but he could still get a glimpse of the vigor of his youth.

Even though he was too sick to move, he still maintained the majesty of the head of the family, and did not show a trace of distress and embarrassment.

Sensing the arrival of the stranger, Song Changlin raised his head with difficulty, and his eyes first fell on Sheng Jin for a second, and then moved to Song Guye.

"Guye, who did you bring here?"

"Grandpa, this is Miss Sheng, a foreign aid from the Bai Ze Investigation Bureau, who was specially recommended by Director Chang."

Hearing Song Guye's words, Song Changlin didn't have much joy on his face, and he looked at Sheng Jin again.

"When did the Bai Ze Investigation Bureau come to such a young Xuan Master?"

He spoke slowly, his shrewd eyes staring at Sheng Jin's face, and a trace of trance flashed in his eyes.

He hesitated for a second and asked, "Dare to ask Miss Sheng's name?" ”

"Sheng Jin."

Sheng Jin leaned against the door, casually answering Song Changlin's words while looking at the layout in the attic.

Very warm layout, full of life, especially some delicate small objects, obviously carefully selected by the owner.

"Sheng Jin."

Song Changlin's pupils shook, "The Sheng family's one-"

Hearing his words, Sheng Jin retracted her gaze, and her tone was a little strange: "You know me? ”

Although the Sheng family is one of the top giants in Yanjing, it is still far from the four giants.

Song Changlin: "Your father and I are friends after you were sent away. ”

Sheng Jin couldn't help laughing, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

"Then I'm sorry you don't have much time to get along."

After all, the year after she was sent to the temple, her mother died of a strange illness, and her father was depressed and died in a car accident half a year later.

Now she only has a vague impression of her parents, only that they love her very much, and they do their best.

Song Changlin obviously knew the reason, and sighed regretfully.

It seemed that the memories of the past evoked his heart, he lost the sharpness of the beginning, and the sickly haggard gradually appeared on his face.

The old servant said on the side: "The head of the house is tired, and he can only maintain his spirit for a short time during this time. ”

The solemn look on Song Guye's face was even worse.

Sheng Jin suddenly spoke: "Let me talk to the head of the Song family alone, how about it." ”

Song Guye and the old maid were all stunned.

The Xuan Shi who was invited before would walk around in the attic to observe, arrange things to get rid of evil spirits, and no one would stay to chat with Song Changlin.

Song Changlin's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand slightly: "You guys go out first." ”

"Yes."

Although she didn't know what Sheng Jin was going to do, Song Guye still chose to believe in Sheng Jin, with her inexplicably reassuring calmness and determination.

After Song Guye and the old servant left, Sheng Jin walked up, lifted a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You didn't set up this room, did you?"

Song Changlin snorted: "Little girl, I'm your grandfather." ”

"I don't have a good impression of my elders, they all want me to die."

Sheng Jin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "If you want to cooperate with me, don't be my elder." ”

"Okay, then we'll be peers."

Song Changlin obviously knew Sheng Jin's past, so he immediately accepted it calmly, and then said, "Everything in this attic was arranged by my wife herself. ”

"She loves the arrangement, especially the process of comparing, selecting and placing it herself, which makes her feel at ease."

Song Changlin was obviously provoked by Sheng Jin's words, and the smile on his face deepened, "In addition, she also likes to plant some flowers and plants." ”

"She planted the ones outside the attic, and I used to be busy with family affairs, leaving her alone in the old house, and she would come here often when she was bored, just like her children."

(End of chapter)