Song family courtyard, in a study room.

Song Wenjun's right hand was wrapped in bandages, and he sat on the chair beside him and looked at Song Wenjie, who was sitting opposite him holding half of the books in his hand and reading them very much.

Song Wenjie seemed to have not seen Song Wenjun opposite him, and was still looking at the book seriously.

"Brother..."

Song Wenjun waited for a long time, but when he saw that Song Wenjie still had no intention of putting down the books, he couldn't help but speak.

"Is there something wrong?"

Hearing Song Wenjun's words, Song Wenjie put down the books in his hand and raised his head to hear a cold voice from his mouth.

"That's all for today?" Song Wenjun said dissatisfiedly.

"What about that?"

Song Wenjie asked back.

"But……"

"No, but." Song Wenjie directly interrupted Song Wenjun's words: "You should be very clear about that guy's strength and personality. The iron-blooded two heroes are not his opponent. What can we do in such a situation?"

"But, you can't give him the piece from Su Hai's Wolong Tian for nothing. There are still 30 million..." Song Wenjun said with a look of pain.

"I have recorded this loss on your head and have already told the people in the family. Just accept the punishment from the family." A indifferent voice came from Song Wenjie's mouth.

"Brother, you..."

Listening to Song Wenjie's words, Song Wenjun said in disbelief.

"You are all causing this yourself." Song Wenjie said without raising his head: "Grandpa is waiting for you in the backyard, go."

Song Wenjun looked at Song Wenjie with a resentful look on his face: "Brother, are you deliberately messing with me?"

Song Wenjie stopped talking, picked up the book in his hand and read it carefully.

"Damn..."

Seeing this, Song Wenjun sneered and slammed the door and left.

He never thought that he would be stabbed in the back by his own elder brother.

Looking at Song Wenjun's leaving back, a murmur came from Song Wenjie's mouth: "Wenjun, I did this for your own good and keep you away from this place of failure."

Deep in the backyard of the Song family, there is a secluded residence pavilion.

In the yard, an old man with white hair was holding a shower in his hand, leisurely watering the flowers and plants he was planting without being disturbed by the outside world. Even though Song Wenjun had been here silently for a long time, he had not looked back and looked at it. The expression on his face was not at all turbulent, as if things from the outside had nothing to do with him.

This old man is the Dinghai Shenjian of the Song family.

Looking at the old man who was leisurely watering the flowers and plants, Song Wenjun stood respectfully, not daring to make a sound, even his breathing became cautious, and he felt uneasy inexplicable.

He really couldn't think of any good things that this old man would have for him.

When the old man finished watering the flowers and plants in turn, he slowly placed the shower aside, and then walked to the chair of a small vegetable field that was separated from him and sat down. The bright moonlight poured down from the sky to reflect his vicissitudes of face, and his wise eyes were like the stars in the dark night flashing with light.

He raised his head and glanced indifferently at Song Wenjun who was standing upright beside him, and a calm voice came from his mouth: "Don't kneel down yet."

"thump."

Hearing the old man's voice, Song Wenjun trembled and knelt down with a plop.

"grandfather……"

Looking at the old man, a respectful and nervous voice came from Song Wenjun's mouth.

"Do you know where you are wrong?"

The old man looked at Song Wenjun, and a faint voice came from his mouth.

"The grandson is stupid, please tell me."

Song Wenjun said in a deep voice.

"Damn it!"

Hearing Song Wenjun's words, the old man grabbed the broom beside him and smashed it at Song Wenjun. Song Wenjun did not dare to dodge and was smashed directly.

"Grandpa, I..."

Song Wenjun wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by the old man: "Go back to the army."

Listening to the old man's words, Song Wenjun was stunned and looked disbelief.

He never thought that the old man would say such words, and he knew clearly what this sentence meant.

"grandfather……"

"I'll tell you to get back!"

"Grandpa, I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

Song Wenjun kowtowed to the old man, then stood up and walked out of the courtyard with a dejected look.

His steps were heavy and he looked boundlessly lonely.

"well……"

Looking at Song Wenjun's lonely back, the old man sighed with regret.

"Old man..."

Seeing this, a man wearing a black Zhongshan suit walked out of the folk remedy beside him.

"Tianqiong, you said I did this, Wenjun wouldn't blame me, right?"

The old man looked up at the stars in the sky and said slowly.

"Maybe he will do it now... but he will never do it in the future. Wen Jun is still a little younger. It is much worse than Wen Jie." The man called Tianqiong spoke slowly.

Song Tianqiong, one of the helmsmen of the Song family, has a much higher status in the Song family than Song Wenjun's father Song Qiankun.

"I hope he can become a knife for the Song family in the future."

The old man said meaningfully.

"Tomorrow night, the people from the Lan family invite that kid to dinner. Will we go?"

As if he had thought of something, Song Tianqiong spoke in a deep voice.

"I have heard Wen Jie mention this..." The old man's eyes showed a wise look: "The Lan family has always tried to maintain a neutral attitude. The last Qiyunshan incident finally made them choose their position, but they did not expect that later... now they are openly standing on the side of that boy and taking the initiative to show kindness to win over that boy."

"Then what should we do now?" Song Tianqiong frowned slightly and spoke.

"Tianqiong, what do you think?" the old man stroked his beard and smiled.

"As far as I know, that boy offended the Su family this time. The Su family has sent Su Tulong and Su Yuefeng to deal with the boy... Now we should cultivate and rest, watch the changes, and sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight." Song Tianqiong said in a deep voice.

"good."

The old man nodded in admiration: "Wenjie is because of this point, so he didn't fight with that kid... And there is also this reason why I transferred that kid Wenjun away, otherwise, with that kid's temperament, I don't know what would happen."

"In addition, start preparing for Wenjie's marriage."

"yes."

Song Tianqiong nodded respectfully and then retreated from Youju Pavilion.

"I've seen him, but he refused."

After Song Tianqiong left, the old man took out an old Nokia phone from his pocket, and a message was displayed on it.

This message came from five days ago.

Looking at the information displayed on the phone, the old man fell into a long silence.

I don’t know how long it took, but the old man picked up his phone and slowly edited the information.

There are only four words - keep working hard.

Then, the old man pressed the send button to send the message out.

No one knows what this message means.

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