Chapter 812: Zhao

Chapter 812 Zhao
All the procedures should have been processed. Song Tianyou untied his apron. After he told the kitchen's four uncles, he washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen.
Outside the kitchen is an independent courtyard with a small vegetable field.
When Song Tianyou came out, he found that Song Xiaoran did not know when he had returned. At this time, he had a bucket of water and was irrigating the plants in the vegetable fields.
Song Tianyou smiled and walked back to Song Xiaoran with his hands on his back. "It's already back."
"Well, it didn't take long." Song Yiran squatted down and reached for the broken leaves. He said: "The vegetable fields in our home, do not put medicine, the dishes produced are natural and healthy, but there is also one thing. Bad, that is easy to get out of this locust."
Song Tianyou glanced at it and said indifferently: "Do you seem to have something to tell me?"
Song Yanran shrugged. "No, it’s just a sudden feeling."
Song Xiaoran stood up and stretched out. Then he turned around. He glanced at the kitchen and smiled. "I haven’t cooked in person for a few years. Is there any craft?"
"Bad boy." Song Tianyou smiled and said.
"When I came, I went to Chinatown." Song Xiaoran suddenly said, "Luo Qiu said that he wants to buy something to get to the door."
"I have a heart." Song Tianyou heard, stunned, and then smiled, very happy to hear that a descendant of the Song family would make such a move - although it is likely to be just human nature, courtesy It’s it.
But when people are old, they seem to read these things and want to read them.
"Let him spend it." Song Tianyou shook his head.
Song Xiaoran was cold and said: "He bought two pounds of apples."
Song Laojiao listened, and it was a bit stunned, then he laughed. He looked at the vegetable field next to him and smiled. Song Ruran then said at this time: "The birth gate, the birth gate. Life, on behalf of the living. Live, meaning hope. So the birth gate is the door of hope, the door to hope."
It was a passage he heard, and Song Xiaoran slowly said that the word was not bad, and the tone was almost the same.
Song Tianyou cast a doubtful look. He certainly knows what it means to be a living, because that is the door he made.
"This is the original words of Luo Qiu." Song Xiaoran shrugged. "I just took him by the way and mentioned the name of the birth gate. He said the above words."
Song Tianyou looked up at the sunny white clouds on the cold house. After a long time, he sighed and whispered: "This Buddha jumps on the wall, he can stand it... Come, take me to see him."
Song Laojiao suddenly became very energetic. He came out of the village all the way, and he did not stop.
In fact, in order to prepare the materials for the Buddha's jump wall, he had not had any rest since yesterday, because the cooking of the good dry abalone took a long time, and the old man was strictly required to be personally involved.
Song Yuran will not know the fatigue of the old man's body, but he also knows what it is to support him.
It is a decade of obsession.
"Did you have taken medicine today?" Song said, he said softly.
"Don't worry, I still want to live a few more years."
......
When Song Yuran accompanied Song Tianyou to the hall where Luo Qiu was located, Luo Qiu stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at something.
Wu Shu is a professional-grade butler with good hearing. When Song Tianyou appeared, he had an action, but Song Tianyou shook his head slightly, so that Wu Shu would not be vocal.
He walked slowly to the front of the bookshelf and looked at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf. There was one missing piece, which was the one held by Luo Qiu.
"Do you like to see the history?" Song Tianyou said coldly.
"Not at all." Luo Qiu closed it and said the reason: "Just because the book was somewhat damaged, I mentioned some interest."
Song Tianyou really looked at Luo Qiu for the first time.
The age of the flower armor, but the rocker is very straight, giving a tough feeling. Song Tianyou said: "Because it is broken?"
Luo Qiu nodded. "If you don't read it often, it will not break. It will be translated frequently, indicating that some people like it, and it has the value of being frequently read."
Song Tianyou said indifferently: "But it is also possible that this is just the interest of a single person. Some people like sweet, others like salty, but not necessarily what you like."
Luo Qiudao: "But I don't like it, I have to taste it before I know it."
Song Tianyou suddenly reached out and Luo Qiu directly handed the "Ming History" to Song Tianyou's hand. Song Laojiao flipped at random, and the pages of the book were flipped. He suddenly asked: "Speaking about the DPRK?"
Luo Qiu shook his head: "I only watch, don't comment."
"Onlookers clear?" Song Tianyou stared.
Luo Qiu said: "When it is not."
Song Tianyou nodded. "It is also true that even the most complete historical materials can not completely present the true thoughts of a dynasty. Later generations can be infinitely close to the true thoughts, but still not really think. For example, "Qingming Shanghe The picture, which is the corner of the era, has condensed an era, but there are always some omissions."
He handed this "History of Ming Dynasty" to Luo Qiu's hand. "Since you like it, this "History of Ming Dynasty" will be given to you."
Instead, Luo Qiu put the book back to its original position and whispered: "If you miss one, it will not be uniform, and you will always have a chance to see the people behind."
Song Tianyou said: "How old are you this year?"
"After the Lunar New Year, it is twenty-two." Luo Qiu thought: "The first month was born."
"Come, take you to see something." Song Tianyou nodded and turned and left.
When Song Songran in front of the door saw it, he quickly waved to Luoqiu and motioned to follow him.
The boss nodded, just before leaving, put the bowl lid of the tea bowl on the cover.
The housekeeper's five uncles pointed at the eye, and glanced at it, but did not say anything... but the details can reflect a person's character. He could not see that the young man had any disguise.
But this is the most terrible. Because Wu Shu does not know, what kind of education is going to be able to come out like a young man who has all the benefits.
And even more incredible is that it seems that no matter who it is, it can give him a close taste.
"Unbelievable." Wu Shu was in the side of Song Xiaoran, suddenly sighed.
Song Ruran wondered: "Five uncles, what is incredible?"
Wu Shu joked: "If this guest is a woman, I can use the empty valley orchid to describe. But born as a man, I really don't know how to describe it."
"Five Uncle, you have such an interest..." Song Yiran, then sighed: "This is why you have been single for forty years..."
"Young Master..."
......
The specifications in the humble house seem to be much larger than the outside. This is probably due to the designer's grasp of the spatial structure.
Song Tianyou took Luo Qiu to the place, almost in the deepest part of the humble house, a locked room.
In the old days, there were mourning halls in the homes of the big families, and there were also such places in the cold houses. Song Tianyou pointed to a well-arranged spiritual position on the mourning hall, and then to Luo Qiudao: "Our Song family can be traced back to the Northern Song Dynasty."
"Zhao?" The boss looked at the high-hanging first-hand spirit and wrote the words "Zhao Gong Taizu Ruixian", a slight glimpse.
It seems that I know the doubts in Luo Qiu’s heart. Song Tianyou is right at this time: "Rui Xiangong is the descendant of Song Taizu’s second son, Yan Wang. That is to say, our Song family is actually a descendant of Song Taizu. Later, the dynasty changed, the dynasty The public heart was restored, but it was not vicissitudes of the world. In the end, it was disheartening and depressed. The descendants gradually broke the idea and changed their surnames. We crowned Song as my surname, in fact, I left a thought. Since the millennium, the Song family has almost annihilated several times, but the number of anger has not been exhausted. Now, I have left this incense. You are the descendant of my brother, I want to recognize the ancestors, so I have to tell Yours, we are actually Zhao family."
Luo Qiu nodded and did feel a little surprised at the origins of the Song family, but quickly recovered.
Song Tianyou has been observing Luo Qiu’s expression. At this time, he said:
You are very calm, much better than I thought. When your uncle Song Zhenran first listened to it, he did not have your peace.

"Daddy, it’s unfair to be ten years old than twenty-two." Song Xiaoran chuckled.
Song Tianyou just waved his hand, but couldn't conceal the love in his eyes. Song Ruran is the oldest son, but the only son. Naturally, the baby is very bad.
"My grandfather, how did you get lost with you that year?" Luo Qiu asked at this time.
Song Tianyou sat down and recalled something. Luo Qiu saw something in his body called Song Tianyou. Older people have this kind of thing.
"At that time, it was only when the army was over, and the new country was established. It was a waste of time. But in fact there are still many places in the country that have not been liberated." Song Tianyou was silent for a while before continuing: "Actually, if At the beginning of the Republic of China, when we were not invaded, perhaps my grandfather would only be a good teacher to teach him as a teacher. But the life is pressing, and the scholar who has no strength in the hand throws the book and picks up the gun. Still able to find a little career."
"Many things, I can't remember now. Because it was too small at the time." The old man was silent for a long time. "At the earliest time, the Song family was just a small warlord in the place, carefully cautious among the forces of many forces. Survival. We didn't think about what we wanted to get, just to defend our homeland, so we got armed. But when the torrent of the times rushed, no one could stay out of it."
"Your grandfather is much older than me. My eldest brother is like a father. I spent my childhood with my grandfather. He taught me to recite the three characters, teach me to ride horses, read history notes for me, and will sneak out and play with me. We Hunting together, watching the drama together...that is the most precious day in my life, no worries."
"The new country began, and the helmsman of the Song family also handed over to my father, the body of your great-grandfather. Your great-grandfather did not mean to accept anything like the merits of the founding of the country, and thought about going to the field and going to some quiet. The days. But our Song family still encountered a disaster."
"At the time, the situation was still very tense. Although the old forces retreated overseas, a large number of spies were left behind, and the peace that was not easy to get was destroyed everywhere... We, Song, were framed."
Song Laojiao was silent for a while. "The truth of this matter is not yet accurate. The situation at the time was very confusing. The new country was created, which means that many things have been overthrown, and new things have to be taken. I I never doubt the spirit of the soldiers who liberated the country with blood. But you also have to understand that all of us at the beginning have different origins and their minds are not necessarily the same. My father is not willing to belong to the camp of some people. The consequences are also foreseeable."
"It’s been a big winter, and it’s not long before the news of the liberation of Yunguichuan...
Song Tianyou looked sad. "I remember that night, the family suddenly came to many people, they unified with a black hat, wearing a black The Chinese long gown. Without speaking, all of them did not say anything from beginning to end. I heard the gunshots, and soon after, I saw my brother rushed to my room with blood and hugged me up. ""
"We have been running away, and we have been running away. The people behind have been chasing and biting very tightly." Song Laojiao closed his eyes. "That was the first time I saw so many dead people and blood in my life. I don't know the war is What it looks like, but I saw what death is like."
The old man looked at Luo Qiu: "Your grandfather tied me to the body with a belt and protected me. I saw a bullet in his shoulder, the blood flowed. It flowed to my face... No way, he chose I took a few people to lead the black men, and then let a few servants guard me to escape. The better we meet, the more I say, the more I see."
Luo Qiu sighed: "You have not seen him."
"I have been waiting for a long time, for a long time." The old man took a deep breath. "Under the protection of the servant at home, I moved to Xiangjiang first, then went south, and traveled across the ocean to Indonesia. I grew up there. After a few years, I traced some of the truths of the year, but there was also a mysterious force in the dark to find me. Under the influence, I can only leave again."
The old sighed: "When I left, I went even further. Then I came to this place and met a girl. She is a descendant of the hard work that was sold here to do the hard work. We fell in love, I It took root in this place."
Song Laojiao looked at Luo Qiu, and the heavy feeling seemed to be a little more relaxed. "I have earned some money in these years, and I have some strengths that belong to me. I have quietly returned several times, but I still can't hear from my brother. I originally thought that it would be impossible to hear about him again in this life."
He suddenly grabbed Luo Qiu's palm, and his movements were quick and swift, like a tiger that was out of the cage, so that Luo Qiu could not avoid it.
The old man grabbed Luo Qiu’s hand and tried harder, fearing that once he let go, he would never want to see it again.
Today, I found you!

Perhaps the old man’s brother had held his hand like this.
After running around for a long time, I was exhausted. The old man never looked back on the cultivation for decades. He shed two lines of tears and cried like a bad old man.
(End of this chapter)