Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Tingyun never told Sister Song Fei the truth about his grandfather's death. They only knew that when his father was fifteen, he had no grandfather.

Listening to the village chief said that, did grandpa die by fate?

Song Fei, who had been silent for a while, opened Jinkou and asked the village chief, "The village chief, how did my grandfather die? He was killed?"

The village chief glanced at their sisters in surprise, and said, "Don't you know?" The village chief glanced at their sisters suspiciously, with some doubts about their identity and purpose.

Sister Song Ci looks like a mother, and has no similarities with Song Tingyun. Song Qingkang died so tragically that he has not solved the case so far, and has become the only unsettled case in their land. The village head inevitably has doubts about the sisters.

He suspected that Sister Song Ci was related to the murderer.

Song Ci noticed the village chief's guard, and explained quickly: "That's the case. Our dad usually doesn't tell us such things. Maybe it feels too bloody."

The village chief still didn't believe it.

The village chief looked at them warily and suddenly said, "Show me your ID card."

Both Song Ci and Song Fei were taken aback, and then they escaped from their ID cards, laughing and crying. After receiving the ID card, seeing that the two people were indeed surnamed Song, the village head's doubts were a little lighter, but he still couldn't believe them.

"Is there anything else that can prove your identity?" The village chief said frankly, "Uncle Song's death is a major event, and we generally don't mention it."

"We understand this too. Wait a minute." Song Ci turned on the phone and found a photo of her family of four years ago in the cloud album.

"Look, village chief, this is what my father looks like when he is an adult. You must have seen my father."

After Song Tingyun and Jiang Shiyu returned to the East City, they came to Lanyingzhai to pay homage to their father in the past. He must have met the village chief when he came back so far.

Sure enough, the village head's doubts disappeared after seeing the photos. "Hey, Brother Yun has the ability to find such a beautiful daughter-in-law. No wonder, your sisters also look so good-looking, this is what your mother is doing."

Song Tingyun himself is also a handsome man, and looks good when standing with Jiang Shiyu.

After the village head returned the phone and ID card to their sisters, he lit a cigarette.

The village chief said quietly and said, "Your grandfather used to live on that mountain. At that time, our village had no roads. The road in front of our village committee was dug with your grandpa's help. It was only paved a few years ago. Cement."

He was smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes, and looking at the mountain opposite the village committee office. Those are three mountains close to each other, the middle mountain is hidden behind by the mountains on both sides, and a huge maple leaf is vaguely visible halfway up the mountain.

In this season, the maple trees are bare and depressed.

"Uncle Song came to our village with Brother Yun, who was just over one year old, and then lived there. I also listened to my fathers' talk about this. I was still in my mother's stomach at that time."

"Brother Yun and I grew up together since we were young, and my family is at the foot of the mountain. The children back then were wilder than the children now, and they didn't feel tired from running up and down the mountains."

"Uncle Song's house is planted with medicinal materials in front and behind the door. I have never seen them before. Uncle Song is very kind and kind. No matter who it is, he will accept him whenever he comes to see him for treatment."

"At that time, Uncle Song was the same as us, living in an earthen house built of mud, bricks and wood. Uncle Song's house had two guest rooms. There were always people living in his house to recuperate throughout the year. Sometimes it was from the village, sometimes it was from the county. They come, and sometimes, there are people from other provinces."

"Uncle Song charges reasonable fees for people's illnesses. He is a well-known good doctor in our area. It's a pity..." The village chief sighed for a long time, then said: "So good person. Why did you die so miserably?"

Song Ci squeezed Song Fei's hand subconsciously. Song Fei did not say anything, but silently patted the back of Song Ci's hand, comforting her.

The village chief’s pupils trembled. He probably thought of the appearance of Uncle Song when he died. His heart was shocked, and his voice was trembling when he spoke: “One morning, I went to play with Brother Yun. I was walking on the road. I found something hanging under the maple tree. I thought it was Uncle Song and the others, so I didn't think much about it. I ran to Song's house and called Brother Yun, then when I looked up, I saw Uncle Song. .."

The village chief’s voice was a little unstable, and his expression looked terrified. He said: "Uncle Song was hanged by someone under the maple tree in front of the door, his nose was picked, and his hands were cut off..."

"And Brother Yun, he was hiding in the pit of the pigsty toilet alone for one night. When we found him, he was lying on the dung pile like a big letter, his face turned blue from the cold."

Song Ci shuddered, afraid to think about the scene.

Song Fei also frowned, her expression a little ugly. "Where is the murderer? Has anyone seen a murderer?"

"No." The head of the village shook his head and said, "At that time, the village hadn't been powered on, and everyone used kerosene lamps. They closed the door to sleep as soon as it got dark. In addition, Uncle Song and the others lived on the mountainside, with the people at the foot of the mountain. It's also far away. The murderer kills someone, so he just left."

"We called the police at that time, but the police couldn't help it. At that time, unlike now, there were no fingerprints and hair to test DNA. There were no eyewitnesses, no suspects, and this murder case became a pending case!"

The village chief said: "Uncle Song is respected in our village, and he doesn't have bad rapport with others. He doesn't even quarrel. Whoever talks to is pleasant. The murderer is most likely Uncle Song's old man. Enemy."

Uncle Song was very young and a very powerful doctor, but he came to this poor country with his child alone, didn't he just take refuge?

Unexpectedly, the enemy is so difficult to deal with, they have been hiding so far, but they still can't escape.

Both Song Ci and Song Fei recognized the village chief’s opinion in their hearts, but both sisters wisely did not discuss this topic. Song Fei asked the village chief: "Village chief, where is my grandfather buried?"

The village chief pointed to the maple tree and said, "Brother Yun buried Uncle Song under the maple tree."

"We want to worship him..."

The village chief waved his hand and said, "Tomorrow, we have to worship the dead in the morning, and we don't go in the afternoon. It's so dark."

Song Ci and Song Fei were not in a hurry, so they decided to go again tomorrow morning.

"Go to my house tonight, tomorrow morning, I will take you up the mountain, most of the road on the mountain is gone."

"it is good."

In the evening in the canteen of the village committee office, I had dinner with a group of village leaders. After dinner, Song Ci and Song Fei drove to the village chief’s house and got out of the car with the gifts they bought from the city.

Song Fei said, "Fortunately, you bought a gift."

After staying in the county town last night, Song Ci said that she was going to buy some gifts, and Song Fei felt that she was unnecessary.

Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.

Song Ci is really good at being a human being, and also likable. Song Fei touched Song Ci's hair. She said, "No wonder your parents like you. Who makes you likable?"

Song Ci retorted her: "My parents like me, mainly because I was always sick when I was young, okay?" Song Ci was weak before the age of seven, and she had to be kept at home and drink medicine in winter.

Because they think she is a little pitiful, their parents dote on her more, but they also love Song Fei.

"All right, go in."

The village chief went home first and burned firewood at home. Seeing Song Ci and the others carried gifts, it was quite pleasantly surprised.

Song Ci did not buy particularly expensive gifts, just a little care. The village chief was also an informal person, and generously accepted the gifts.

The village is very cold, especially in the high mountains. When the cold wind roars in winter, people's cheeks are red. When sleeping at night, Song Ci applied the skin care products to his face vigorously.

Song Fei applied some cream and lay on the bed playing with her computer. When she turned on the computer, Song Ci was applying skin care products. After she explained the matter to others, when she looked up, Song Ci was still applying skin care products.

Song Fei put the computer aside and asked her, "Can your face bear these things?"

Song Ci turned around and patted his face at Song Fei. The elastic and tender skin condition made Song Ci very satisfied, "What do you think? Don't you think my skin is good?"

Song Fei said: "I only use facial cream, do you think my skin is bad?"

Song Fei's skin is really not bad.

Song Ci stared at the bottles and cans on his desk, and then looked at Song Fei's little cream jar, suddenly felt that the cost of skin care products for so many years was wasted.

Song Ci climbed onto the bed, lay down in the place where Song Fei slept warmly, and said to her: "There must be a reason why skin care products are so expensive. The more expensive the skin care products, the better..."

"It's enough to use cream and sunscreen. Too much, your skin can't bear it. Some people always have acne and close their mouths. In fact, their skin is too delicate to accept so many skin care products."

Song Fei said: "You believe me, I have seen the formula price list of the most expensive skin care products, you will vomit blood when you read it."

Upon hearing this, Song Ci pointed out sharply: "How do you see it?"

Song Fei stopped talking.

Song Ci asked her: "Did you hack someone else's company again?"

Song Fei continued to be dumb.

"Song Fei, let me tell you that you can't do whatever you want based on your high skills. There are some outsiders and there are outsiders. Be careful one day if you get caught, you will get into the game."

Song Fei turned off the light, "Sleep!"

Song Ci closed his mouth now.

She wears a blindfold to sleep.

The night in the countryside is very quiet. In winter, you can hear the cold wind roaring outside the window. Lanyingzhai is not like the northeast family that burns kang. Here you have to hide in the bed at night and rely on yourself to heat up.

Song Ci slept more and more cold, and then kept drilling into Song Fei's arms. Song Fei simply hugged Song Ci, and Song Ci was at peace.

He slept until dawn all night, and when he woke up, Song Ci found that he had reached out to Song Fei's belly.

She quickly pulled her hand out.

Song Fei was already awake, playing with her mobile phone.

Seeing that Song Ci was awake, Song Fei said, "You kept touching me last night, touching a lot of me..." Song Fei's expression was a bit subtle gossip, "Do you always touch Han Zhan when you sleep?"

Song Ci: "..."

Song Fei also added: "You touched some places, and you asked me why I was missing." Song Fei looked at Song Ci with a smile, despising her: "You really are a **** monster."

Song Ci had no face to meet people.

She quickly got up and put on her clothes, and said as she put them on, "Don't you touch Yan Jiang?"

Song Fei shook his head, "Never."

After a pause, Song Fei said again: "He touched me."

Song porcelain bows to the wind.

The sisters got dressed and went downstairs to wash their faces and brush their teeth. The village chief’s wife has already cooked breakfast, which is shredded pork and egg noodles, which tastes quite delicious.

When he was full, the head of the village took a leave of absence from the village committee and took the two sisters up the mountain.

Song Ci carried a big bag, Song Fei carried a **** in one hand and a shovel in the other, planning to go up the mountain to repair the graveyard for his grandfather.

Song Qingkang has been dead for more than forty years. Few people remember Dr. Song for a long time, and no one has gone up the mountain to worship him. After the addition, the economy has developed and the life will be better as you pass, and the mountain has long been unoccupied.

More than 40 years ago, the road they stepped on was called the way to survive. But now, people have long been wrong, the trails are full of trees and weeds, and there is no way to see.

The village chief stopped smoking when he went up the mountain for fear of volcanic fire.

Holding a machete and a wooden stick in his hand, he was exploring the road while cutting down the weeds.

Looking at a short road, it took more than two hours to arrive.

The maple tree is still there, thicker than it was forty years ago. The village chief stood under the tree, pointed at a branch of the maple tree, and said, "Uncle Song was hanged on this branch."

Song Ci and Song Fei looked up at the branch. Thinking of Grandpa being hanged here, I couldn't help feeling sad.

Under the maple tree, there were all kinds of weeds, and Song Ci was pleased when he saw those things. "It's all medicinal materials!"

Song Fei stared at the medicinal materials with a confused expression, "What kind of medicinal materials are they?"

Song Ci cast a questioning look at Song Fei, "Song Fei, you don't even know medicinal materials, are you going to take part in the Mo family's competition?"

Song Fei nodded calmly and said, "I don't understand Chinese medicine."

Song Ci:!

I don’t know what Chinese medicine you are going to participate in?

Song Fei: "We went to the Mo's family to find out the truth about my father and grandfather's being kicked out. Don't even think about the game, I don't understand."

In terms of Chinese medicine, Song Fei is inferior to Song Ci.

Song Fei has a strong memory of numbers and symbols, so she is extremely talented in the field of viruses and chemistry. For Chinese medicine, Song Fei can't do it.

Song Fei could not remember the strange names of Chinese medicine materials. Song Ci has been in poor health since he was a child, and often drank Chinese medicine. Under the influence of Song Tingyun's ears, he also dabbled in Chinese medicine.

Song Ci just wanted to roll his eyes, it seems that genius is not omnipotent.

She felt that when she went to Mo's house this time, she would be brushed off in the first round.

Sure enough, genius is not omnipotent.

"Uncle Song's tomb is right there." The village chief pointed to the land where the medicinal materials grew the most. Song Ci and Song Fei stepped forward and stared at the herbs. Song Ci said, "I will transplant all these medicinal materials and bring them back later."

"what is this?"

Song Ci stared at the medicinal material, and then said, "It seems to be a calming grass." A calming grass is a very effective herb for treating mental illness. This kind of grass is very rare and is often used by Chinese medicine to suppress depression. And mental illness.

This herb can suppress the disordered nerves of mental patients and keep them calm for a period of time.

"That's very useful."

Song Ci pulled up the herbs, tied them into a bundle, and carefully placed them on the clearing. All the medicinal materials were pulled out, which revealed the true face of the tomb below. The tomb has become a mound, without the shape of a tombstone.

Uncle Song said: "The last time Brother Yun came back, it was more than ten years ago. At that time, he said he would repair the tomb next time, but he never came..."

"Father died in the Bijiang earthquake, with my mother."

"So that's the case." The village chief said with emotion, "Both Yun and Uncle Song are not so lucky."

Song Ci and Song Fei thanked the village head and let the village head go down the mountain first. The sisters repaired the tomb with a **** and a shovel. A wooden tablet surface was set up in front of the tombstone, and the surface of the tablet was written with lacquer. first name.

The sisters gave grandpa incense and kowtow.

After doing all this, Song Ci and Song Fei were a little tired. The sisters were sitting in front of Grandpa's grave, eating bread and drinking water. Song Ci stared at the two medicinal grass fields in front of him, as well as the badly damaged one at the end of the medicinal grass field, which had collapsed many abandoned houses in the corners.

Song Ci said: "Our father grew up here."

Song Fei said, "Maybe there are traces of the lives of Dad and Grandpa."

The sisters glanced at each other and both said, "Go and see!"

After eating the bread, Song Ci stood up and clapped his hands, and went into the house with Song Fei. In the middle of the long rows of houses is the main house, which has collapsed and is full of weeds.

The side door on the left side of the main hall has weeds. Song Ci stood at the door and said, "This house seems to have not collapsed."

Song Fei said, "Maybe if you open the door, the house will collapse."

Song Ci said, "I will try."

She opened the door, and it opened easily.

Inside, it should be a room. You can see a canopy bed that has been gnawed by bugs. There are also some tables and stools in the house, which are broken.

Song Ci and Song Fei stood at the door for a while, and then walked in after confirming that the house would not collapse immediately. This should be their grandfather's room. There is a bookshelf in the room. The medical books on it are damp and moldy. They have long been stuck together and can't be opened at all.

Song Ci tried to pull out a book of medical skills, opened it, and saw the yellowish paper and light-colored handwriting inside, and said with emotion, "Our grandpa's handwriting is really good."

Song Qingkang used a brush to write very beautifully, and occasionally I can see some pen writings. The calligraphy of the brush is thin gold, while the calligraphy of the pen is cursive, and the handwriting is like a human, frivolous and unruly.

Song Ci put the book back and looked at other books.

Song Fei also opened a wooden box. Seeing that it was filled with some messy herbs, he immediately lost his interest. Song Ci searched the bookshelf and chose a book with a red shell.

She opened the book only to find a letter hidden in it.

"Song Fei! Come and see!"

Song Fei walked over and stood with Song Ci, looking down at the letter. The brush writing on this letter is very delicate, the recipient on it is Mo Qingkang, but the name of the pen is only one character, called-

Cedar.

Song Ci and Song Fei looked at each other.

Song Ci asked: "Can't open it?"

Song Fei said: "If I don't say open, will you not open it?"

Song Ci touched her nose and said, "Let's open it."

Song Ci took out the letter, and the sisters squatted on the floor of the room and carefully opened the letter. As soon as the envelope was opened, one thing fell off.

The thing fell on Song Ci's lap.

Song Ci looked down and found that it turned out to be a maple leaf that was carefully cherished.

Song Fei took the leaf and said, "This is a leaf specimen. At that time, I knew that the leaf specimen was given away. It seems that the person who wrote to our grandfather is a girl."

Song Ci smiled knowingly, "Maybe it's our grandma."

Song Fei also nodded.

Song Ci opened the letter paper.

On the mottled letter paper, use a fine black brush to write a page of beautiful handwriting——

Zhan Xinjia:

You asked me in your letter before, who am I?

I know who you are, Mo frivolous, the most dazzling genius in the Mo family.

Well, now I will tell you the answer.

Mo frivolous, hello, I am Nangong Yingying, a person raised by the Mo family on the back mountain of the Mo family.

You must have seen me. Five years ago, your father took your brother to Houshan to get medicine. At that time, you asked your father, is Medicine Man a human or medicine?

Your father told you that it was medicine.

But you kept looking at me without answering, as if thinking about what I am.

So, the most dazzling genius of the Mo family, please tell me the truest answer in your heart. I want to know, in your heart, is a medicine person a medicine or a human being?

Mo frivolous, what is the gift I want most?

What I want is freedom.

Mo frivolous, if you can give me freedom, mine will give you my heart and my life will be given to you.

Looking forward to your reply, Nangong Yingying.

After Song Ci read this letter, his mind was at a loss. She turned her head to look at Song Fei, but saw Song Fei frowned tightly, with a heavy expression. Song Ci asked her: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Fei curled her lips toward her and said, "No, I think it was quite romantic in those days to write letters to communicate with each other."

But Song Fei's expression didn't look like that at all.

Song Ci couldn't help asking, "What is Medicine Man?"

Song Fei shook his head, "I don't know, this is the first time I heard."

"Does the medicine man grow the medicinal materials into a human shape?" Song Ci read the letter again and again. She said: "No, it's obvious that this girl named Nangong Yingying means between the lines. That's the medicine man."

"Song Fei, only people who can write, what the **** is this medicine man? What is medicine? Is it human or medicine? Isn't it a human who can write, speak and think?"

Song Fei's face grew colder, she snatched the letter from Song Ci and said, "This Mo family is also boring. I think this Mo family, let's not go."

Song Ci said, "No. Grandpa was killed so tragically. It must be done by the Mo family! Just let the Mo family go. I would not be reconciled if I didn't ask for justice for Grandpa."

"I'm going to figure it out and see what the grandfather committed, and his nose was pinched even after he died! This Mo Family, is it the kindness of the doctor or the wolf-hearted!"

Song Fei regretted seeing Song Ci so firm. She squeezed the paper in her hand, and after a while, she said, "Song Ci, I know Medicine Man."

"Then you just said you didn't know!" Song Ci asked Song Fei angrily, "What is a medicine man?"

Song Fei said: "In ancient times, there was a Nangong family. The men of this clan were born warlike and were the pillars of defense of the country. The women of this family were naturally beautiful and intelligent. There were many queens from this family. family."

"But the fertility of the Nangong family is extremely high, and the fetus is easy to have a baby in the womb. For the reproduction and development of the family, their patriarch negotiated with the patriarch of the Mo clan for a powerful anti-fetal prescription. After taking that prescription, Almost every fetus can be born smoothly. After they are born, their bodies are very weak, and they need good medicine to warm their bodies."

"These kind of children raised by medicinal materials have their bodies transformed into the best medicinal materials. The Mo people call them medicine people."

"Pharmaceutical blood can improve the efficacy of medicines and purify the purity of medicines. Taking their flesh and blood for a long time can even make terminally ill patients recover."

Song Ci frowned at hearing, "That's not killing people!"

"Yes, it's killing people. But for the Mo family, Yaoren is not a person, just medicine. The demise of the Nangong family is because of the Mo family."

Song Fei looked at Song Ci with a complicated expression, and she said: "Medicine people have a scent of medicine. When they are emotional, or after experiencing a love, the body will emit the scent of medicine."

"And the Mo family, they are naturally sensitive to the breath of medicine people, they can always accurately find the whereabouts of each medicine person..."

Song Ci quietly swallowed, patted her chest, and said, "It's disgusting!"

But Song Fei’s next sentence directly turned Song Ci into a popsicle——

"Song Ci, you are a medicine man."