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. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"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, and stepped on this strange and

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