Seeing how straightforward he was, Ji Xinyao couldn't say any more objections.
She knew that Simon wanted Song Zilian wholeheartedly.
She nodded and discussed with Song Zilian, "Let's do this. Song Lucun must have distrusted me. You can find a way to ask him out tonight to delay the time. I will come to look after him while Uncle Simon goes to let the wolf skin out. If anything happens
Difficulties, Uncle Simon contact me again and I will try to solve it."
The two made an agreement and took action immediately.
After dinner, Song Zilian went to Song Lucun's house and asked him out.
Song Lucun's face was hurt, and his expression was a little surprised.
"What do you want from me?"
"Shouldn't I be looking for you? You scared Xinyao today. Song Lucun, I have tolerated you for a long time. What you did today is really too much."
Song Lucun said nothing.
He had some feelings for Ji Xinyao. He knew before and after that he had indeed gone too far, but he had no choice.
Even if he was given another chance, he would still kidnap Ji Xinyao.
After a long while, Song Lucun said, "Then what do you want to do?"
"This is not a convenient place to talk. Let's talk somewhere else."
"Why do we need to change places? Is there any inconvenience?" Song Lucun's face was full of worries.
Song Zilian looked at him and deliberately provoked him, "I have an injury on my head now, and you also have an injury on your body. We are relatively fair. Are you afraid?"
Song Lucun lowered his eyebrows. The worst scenario he could think of now was that Song Zilian would invite him to a secluded place and fight to the death with him to vent his personal anger. But this would be what he wanted. After all, Song Lucun really wanted to
To compare with Song Zilian, it is not a bad idea to use the most primitive physical duel.
"Okay, it's cold, I'll put on some extra clothes."
Song Lucun went back into the house, put on a coat, and went out.
Song Zilian took him towards the cliff outside the village.
Song Lucun couldn't help but beat a snare drum in his heart, thinking about what Song Zilian wanted to do.
It was winter, and the night got dark early. Song Lucun was thinking about the dark moon and the wind, and Gaoyi killed people and dumped their bodies. Unexpectedly, Song Zilian pointed to a small pavilion on the edge of the cliff.
"sit."
He sat in first and took out some peanuts and melon seeds from his pocket.
"eat."
Song Lucun was a little angry, he was not thinking of such a scene at all.
"Are you looking down on me?"
Song Zilian clapped his hands and patted the melon seed dust off his hands. He was afraid that time would not last any longer, so he deliberately said with a contemptuous tone, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you afraid that you won't survive tomorrow?"
This time, Song Lucun sat down obediently.
Song Zilian suspected that he was really a jerk, saying nice things but not listening, and insisting on making others speak evil words to him.
He didn't have any extra thoughts. He just wanted to play this game with Ji Xinyao and make Ji Xinyao happy.
"Song Lucun, the last time we were like this was more than ten years ago."
Song Zilian was simply out of words and looking for something to say.
Song Lucun nodded, hummed, looked at the moon in the sky, and cracked melon seeds.
"I was quite envious of you back then."
Song Lucun still remembered their meeting, also in this village. He hid behind his mother and watched the villagers warmly welcome the Song Zilian family back.
As side branches, they naturally do not receive this treatment.
At that time, the construction of the village was not as good as it is now. Many things could not be transported in and the area was very closed. All the good things in the village would be given to Song Zilian's family. But before he came back, he could only make ends meet and did not have a computer to play with.
, not even the little bully.
But the Song Zilian family sent boxes of toys inside.
He often saw Song Zilian and his brothers and sisters sitting at the table during banquets in the village, eating the best food. Song Zilian looked the most annoying, because every time the adults hadn't announced that the banquet was open, Song Zilian would ignore him and yell.
Di started to eat. He ate very deliciously, and Song Lucun was quite greedy. But if he went too far, he would be scolded by the adults.
The same goes for his studies. Even though Song Zilian looks stupid, no one cares about him, so he never has any requirements for him. But he is different. His relatives will always tell him when he failed in the exam and which subject he should improve.
Need to put in more effort.
He even told his parents that he didn't want to come back here, but his parents slapped him.
"Coming back here is the only way for us to maintain our relationship with the Song Consortium. If you don't come back, none of your relatives will know you."
Every time her parents took her and humbly talked to those in Song Zilian's family, Song Lucun could only grit his teeth secretly and hate them in his heart.
Everyone's surname is Song, why should they be above others and he must be below them?
But he couldn't help it. He was bullied in school. How much change could he make in other places?
But from Song Zilian's perspective, this story is another story.
"What do I have to envy? I'm so miserable. No child in this village is worse off than me."
How could the young Song Lucun know what kind of life he lived?
The adults just understood that a child like him who was born with diseases might die one day, so they didn't spend any time educating him. He would do some unmeasured things regardless of what he did, just because he was at home.
After being locked up for a long time, his parents would not go too far and pretend to treat him like a normal child only in front of others.
The people in Song Zilian's family wanted him to die quickly since he was born, so as not to affect the family's reputation. However, they could not directly kill anyone, so they could only let him die on his own, or imprison and torture him.
Song Zilian also knew very well that he could not die, no matter what, his fate had been decided long ago.
He looked at Song Lucun and asked him, "Didn't you think I was particularly thin when you were a child? Didn't you ever think there was anything wrong with it?"
"I didn't have so many concerns at that time." Song Lucun replied in a low voice.
Song Zilian suddenly laughed and said, "That's right. If you didn't have so many thoughts, you wouldn't die like this."
"Song Zilian, you are no less thoughtful than me, so you deserve to die."
"I don't deny it, otherwise why would God make me sick?"
Song Lucun was silent. Indeed, Song Zilian would die sooner or later and he would not be able to survive for long.
"Wouldn't it be better for you to die? Don't implicate Ji Xinyao." Song Lucun suddenly had a plan in mind.
"What do you mean?"
"Song Xiren said that someone must take responsibility for the God of Fortune. It was definitely not done by the villagers, so it can only be you three or me. Your old housekeeper is too old and doesn't seem to be able to fight the God of Fortune.
So there are only three possibilities left. Song Xiren doesn't want you to do it,
After all, you are his nephew, so only Ji Xinyao and I are left, but he will also be close to us. Today, the girl was burnt into a charred corpse. You were unconscious and didn't see it. I can't see it.
It's really clear, if Ji Xinyao is found to be the murderer..."
The murderer will inevitably die.
Song Zilian looked hesitant and really thought about it according to his ideas.
"But it's not necessarily true. If Xinyao is pregnant, I will not die soon. Her belly is my only bloodline, and it is impossible for my uncle to do anything to her."