"Who is here?" Mr. Song walked out on crutches. Compared to He Yongqiao and the others, he looked much older.
Song Chun looked at him with complicated eyes. For a moment, she lowered her eyes, stepped forward to support him obediently, and introduced: "Grandpa, this is my classmate, this is her master, and next to him is Mr. He."
"Mr. He?" Mr. Song had no interest in the two people she mentioned before. He nodded and looked away. His eyes fell on He Chen. He was old and had bad eyesight. He stared at He Chen for a long time.
Only then did he recognize him, and he was a little surprised and said: "A boy from the He family?"
The He family and the Song family were not close friends, but Mr. Song and Xu Yongqiao were of the same generation and knew each other, so calling them He Chen seemed a bit similar.
He Chen glanced at him and said nothing because of his age.
Song Chun nodded, "Yes, it's Mr. He."
"Why is the He family boy here?" Mr. Song sat on the sofa in surprise and asked with a smile.
"I came with Jiang Jiang." He said calmly.
Hearing his name, Mo Yidao turned to look at him and turned the handle of the knife.
"Jiang Jiang?" Mr. Song reacted more slowly and followed his line of sight. Only later did he realize who he was talking about. He urged his granddaughter and said, "Classmate Chunchun is here. How about you?"
Entertain your classmate and take her to play."
The attentive and friendly attitude was completely different from the neglect when I first arrived.
Jiang Tang also raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, finding it very interesting.
Even though I can't see clearly, I still meet people and order food like this.
Song Chun was also a little embarrassed and looked at Jiang Tang apologetically.
Jiang Tang shook his head slightly, not caring, and winked at her.
This wasn't bad. She originally planned to go to the Song family to take a look and find the evidence that Song Zhixing had hidden. Now it was just right, so she wouldn't have to make any more excuses.
Understanding what she meant, Song Chun calmed down and said with a normal expression: "Grandpa, I will take Tangtang to play first, and you guys can chat."
Jiang Tang also stood up and glanced at He Chen. Seeing him nodding slightly, he curled his lips and walked away.
On the side, Mo Yidao happened to see this scene and narrowed his eyes.
She also said that she was not interested in him, and even scowled in front of his face. This was not considered interesting, so what else could it be?
He gritted his back teeth and never thought that his little apprentice had just been down the mountain for more than a month and that he was already thinking about her and wanted to fuck her.
Ah.
It seems like we really need to call the other people down early, otherwise they can all attend the full moon banquet directly, which is okay.
Jiang Tang didn't know that his thoughts had spread to her future child, so she winked at He Chen and asked him to hold back Mr. Song and Song Zhixing so that she could investigate them carefully.
"Tangtang, can you find it?" Song Chun glanced at the room and said nervously.
"Okay, don't worry." Jiang Tang patted her hand comfortingly, took out a compass, and asked her sideways, "Have you brought the things you were asked to bring?"
Song Chun nodded and handed him a photo.
Jiang Tang sent her a message last night, telling her to bring it, saying that he wanted her to bring a photo of her father.
She didn't know what she was going to do, so she just listened to her.
Jiang Tang took the photo and glanced at the person on it. He had bright eyebrows and a smile on his lips. He was a very gentle person.
Unfortunately, it was also a short-lived phase.
"I have to burn this photo." Jiang Tang greeted Song Chun.
Hearing this, Song Chun's eyelashes trembled slightly and she looked at the photo in her hand with some reluctance.
Although there are still many photos of him at home, after all, no one else is here anymore, so using one photo means one less photo.
But thinking that she was helping her father find out the truth about his death, she gritted her teeth and nodded, "Okay, Tangtang, please excuse me."
Nothing is as important as her father.
Finally looking at the photo in her hand, Song Chun forced herself to tilt her head.
Seeing this, Jiang Tang didn't offer any comfort, it was all in vain, and Song Chun seemed weak, but she was actually very strong inside, so she didn't need to worry too much about her.
Jiang Tang wrapped the photo with a charm. With a flick of his wrist, the photo in his hand spontaneously ignited without fire.
She threw it on the compass. As soon as it touched the compass, the photo and the talisman disappeared instantly, and the pointer on the compass began to move slowly, pointing to one place.
"Here." Jiang Tang looked over there and said, taking the lead to walk over.
Song Chun also hurriedly followed.
When they reached a certain point, the pointer changed direction, and Jiang Tang turned in the direction it pointed without hesitation.
Not long after, the two stopped in front of a room.
Jiang Tang pointed inside and said, "It's right here."
Hearing this, Song Chun raised his head and looked at the room, tears suddenly flowing down his face.
Jiang Tang counted with her fingers who lived here, and remained silent without speaking.
Song Chun covered her mouth tightly with her hand to prevent herself from crying. After a while, she took a few deep breaths, raised her hand and wiped it on her face. Before Jiang Tang could say anything, she opened the door.
Inside, what catches the eye is a Tang suit.
This is where Mr. Song lives.
Song Chun closed the door gently without any expression on her face.
Glancing at her, Jiang Tang didn't say anything. He looked around and his eyes fell on one place.
She didn't need to say anything, Song Chun looked in the direction of her gaze, walked over, and opened the bed. Her hands were trembling, but her eyes were full of determination.
Today, she must know the truth about her father's death!
After the bed board was pushed open, the things stored inside were immediately exposed. Song Chun only glanced at it and then slumped to the ground, tears falling again.
Jiang Tang also saw what was inside, and could not help but frown slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
What a cruel family!
She raised her hand and threw the isolation note out, looked at Song Chun, and said, "Cry, no one outside will hear you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Chun's lips trembled a few times, and she couldn't control it anymore, so she burst into tears.
Jiang Tang stood nearby and did not come forward to comfort him.
I don’t know how to comfort myself.
She had seen countless scandalous things, but she never expected that what happened to the Song family was even more outrageous than what she had seen before.
I saw an urn in the storage room under Mr. Song’s bed!
It is self-evident whose ashes are contained inside.
And, not only that, there is also a concealment formation set up next to the urn, which completely blocks the breath of the things inside.
This was also the reason why she hadn't calculated the exact location before.
Recalling the kind-faced old man just now, Jiang Tang's lips curved into a sarcastic smile.
She really couldn't help but want to interview Mr. Song about what it was like to sleep with the ashes of his son who died unjustly every day.
Will sleeping like this help me fall asleep faster and more soundly?