Song Chuyu invited Ye Fan and Lu Qingyu to get into the car, and the Mercedes-Benz sedan in the sixties of the last century drove out smoothly along the avenue with a strong New Year's flavor in Chinatown.

"Sister Chu Yu, where are we going?" Xie Senyang sat in the co-pilot's seat and turned his head to look at the three people behind him.

"Faber, go back to Bradley Manor first. Song Chuyu commanded softly, and the old man driving nodded steadily: "Yes, miss." ”

As the car drove through the snow-covered streets of Washington, Ms. Song softly opened the topic, but it was not about her illness.

"I came to the United States this time at the request of my grandfather to attend the opening of the incense hall conference in Washington, D.C., and I didn't expect to meet you. ”

Ye Fan's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he answered: "Yes, I heard that Old Man Song has retired, and he is still interested in asking about Hongmen affairs?"

Song Chuyu shook his head slightly, revealing a hint of solemnity, "Grandpa has long stopped asking about the world, but he just wants to use this to resolve a period of cause and effect." ”

"Cause and effect?" Ye Fan was thoughtful, what was Song Xiaoren's intention? Could it be that he had already known about the opening of the incense hall? He specially called Song Chuyu over to take the opportunity to contact him?

"Yes, Ye Shao will soon understand. Maybe because there was still an old driver in the car, Song Chuyu didn't want to talk about it more.

Ye Fan didn't ask much, presumably the answer would be revealed soon, and he was not in a hurry for this moment.

The drive leads to the famous Bradley Estate in Washington, D.C., where the snow is even more spectacular, and after the New Year, the vast expanse of the northeastern United States will be hit by a two-month-long snowstorm, with two or three snowstorms a year in Washington, often causing traffic jams for days.

After entering the manor, the car drove for half an hour in the secluded snow forest before seeing a mansion hidden in the taiga.

From the outside, the Song family's mansion looks like a medieval castle, with towering courtyard walls and magnificent momentum, with spires piercing the sky, covering an area that almost exceeds the White House.

Song Chuyu had just dialed a phone on the road, and at this moment, an elderly gray-robed man was waiting outside the door, and when he saw the car coming, he ran into the ear door and opened the two dusty manor gates.

The car paused slightly at the door, Song Chuyu rolled down the window, and smiled at the gray-robed man in his sixties: "It's hard work, Uncle Cheng." ”

Uncle Cheng's face was happy, two excited brilliances flashed in the depths of his refined eyes, and he said with some emotions out of control: "Like, too similar, it's really Miss Chu Yu, I didn't expect that after more than ten years, I Song Cheng will still have a chance to see this day, if it ...... It would be nice if Madame was still here......"

The corners of Song Chuyu's mouth pulled out a bitter smile, and asked softly, "Uncle Cheng, is Grandpa here?"

"In, in, all these years, the master has been talking about you, go to the backyard and take a look at his old man!" Uncle Cheng wiped the corners of his eyes, waved his sleeve and pointed in the direction.

Song Chuyu nodded, and the car walked slowly towards the back of the manor.

Unexpectedly, Song Chuyu hadn't been here for more than ten years, and the group felt weird in their hearts, Song Xiaoren was still alive, she shouldn't be so estranged.

Hui Bo stopped the car, Song Chuyu pushed the car door, stepped on this strange and familiar land, looked around, everything seemed to be the same twelve years ago, nothing had changed.

A swept path leads to a snow-capped backyard, lined with plums, which are in full bloom at the moment, with a little fragrance and fragrance, reflecting the snowy scene, like a paradise.

Song Chuyu stared blankly at this plum garden, with a touch of loss floating in his eyes, and his footsteps stopped unconsciously.

"Sister Chu Yu?" Xie Senyang read carefully.

"Oh, I'll go see if grandpa ......is there," Song Chuyu came back to his senses and was about to walk towards the garden, when an old and excited voice came from the end of the quiet path.

"Is Chu Yu back?"

Hearing this call, Song Chuyu's arrogant face flashed with a trace of irrepressible excitement!

"Grandpa!"

She spoke in a trembling voice, and she couldn't stop the little ripple in her eyes.

Ye Fan raised his eyes and saw that a tall and thin old man in a simple robe, with a cane, was staggering around the path. The old man was full of white hair, silver threads, although his face was old, but he looked very energetic, his face did not have a beard, and he always wore the kind smile of the elders.

This is Song Xiaoren, the contemporary ruler of the Song family, the widow of the Hongmen, and the older generation of overseas Chinese who are well-known and respected in the world.

He is about eighty years old, his complexion is still good, standing in the snowy scenery of Meilin, as if those famous masters of Chinese culture at home and abroad during the Republic of China, who have experienced wind and frost for a long time, and have a family of their own.

Song Xiaoren saw the figures of these four young juniors, showed a smile of relief and joy, and said continuously: "It's all here, it's good, it's good!"

"Grandpa Song...... Do you remember me? I'm Ah Sen, and my dad is Xie Yingting. Xie Senyang rushed to report his home and explain his identity.

"Remember, how can you not remember it?" Song Xiaoren nodded with a smile, "Your name was given by me back then, is your father okay?"

"Hehe, he's still like a wreck, and he is led by the nose by a bunch of unscrupulous politicians all day long, and he can't use his fists and feet. Xie Senyang said bad things about his father, and immediately thought of introducing guests, pointed at Ye Fan and the others and smiled: "Grandpa Song, this is Ye Shao, and Miss Lu, we just came from Chinatown." ”

Song Xiaoren nodded again and again, his eyes deliberately examined Ye Fan, and beckoned to them: "Okay, okay, among the younger generation, there are a few of you who will support the scene in the future, and we old men will be at ease." ”

Ye Fan nodded at him very politely, and Song Chuyu ran over and grabbed the old man's left hand.

"Come on, you can walk around with me, an old man......" Song Xiaoren turned around slowly, leading a few young people to the backyard.

"This opening of the incense hall is going well, right?" After walking a few steps, Song Xiaoren opened the conversation.

Ye Fan smiled: "Thanks to you, although there are one or two drops of mouse feces, it is quite smooth." ”

Song Xiaoren smiled, his face was kind, "Han Daochang is too much of a bull, offended many friends in the rivers and lakes, and it is a good place to retreat, and he will be grateful to you if he can have a good death in the future." ”

Hearing the old man's meaningful words, Ye Fan was secretly terrified in his heart, it turned out that Song Xiaoren knew everything about the opening of the incense hall from beginning to end, and some of the details could not escape his control!

When did he become aware of this incident? Did Song Chuyu and some unidentified people attend the meeting because of him?

Song Xiaoren continued to say to himself: "Two hundred years have passed, Hongmen has been declining day by day, and has passed the peak of the original peak of swallowing mountains and rivers, just like the old man, I have gradually entered my old age, and I can no longer withstand the push of the back waves." If one day, the four seas and the Hongmen brothers compete and fight each other, I think the one who loses must be Hongmen. ”

"The old man is too modest. Ye Fan interjected and said: "A hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff, not to mention a giant dragon, the Hongmen heritage is far deeper than the four seas, if the soldiers meet, it is difficult to guarantee what the result will be." ”

Song Xiaoren glanced at him with deep meaning in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Maybe, the old man has retired to the third line, and he shouldn't have asked about these things, but young man, I only hope that in the future, you can give me a little thin noodles, and if you can spare it, let him pass, less killing, more merit." ”

The old man's words are wrong, history is written by successful people, the biographies of the founding emperors of the past dynasties, the merits described are all based on the sea of corpses and bones, there is no destruction, there is no new life, as the so-called broken and then standing, can never bypass this truth. Ye Fan shook his head and said.

Song Xiao was stunned, smiled dumbly, and shook his head silently.

For a while, he couldn't find a reason to refute, walked a few steps, and sighed regretfully: "It's me who is too worried, people are old, and they really shouldn't care about this matter in the rivers and lakes." ”

"Grandpa......" Song Chuyu couldn't help but feel bitter when he saw the old man's lonely expression, and wanted to comfort him a few words, but he couldn't find the right words.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan added fuel to the fire and said: "Yes, the family affairs have not been properly handled, why bother wading into the muddy waters outside, old man, it is better to spare more energy to restrain the children and grandchildren." ”

Song Xiaoren's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he paused.