The Underworld Detective

The elders slowly caressed the beard and said with a full voice: "O pavilion, I have often told you that everything is in order. There are no very satisfactory things in the heavens. After all, we will only suffer two losses. Why is it so hard? ”

Song Heting said: "But chief, Wen Song is almost extinct. How can I not worry? ”

"Jiangbei's handicapped knife is a lifelong enemy of the Song family," said the chief of the clan. "On several occasions, the Song family nearly destroyed the whole family. Even though the Sentencing Officer, Song Zhi, made every effort to eradicate it, he failed to eradicate it! Song Yang is the progeny of the closest Song Zhi generation in this millennium, maybe this is the will of God, to let Jiangbei crippled knife be eradicated in this generation. Xiao Ting, you don't have to be too obsessed. There are many things more important than blood inheritance in this world. Don't forget that it is the Song family's fault to wash injustice and forbid violence. Deep in this mountainous old forest, it saves incense and has a surprising skill, but it doesn't enter the world. What difference does it make between me and a snake rat? ”

Song Heting said: "Chieftain, I didn't say not to let him deal with Jiangbei crippled knife, I just want to have one more insurance to guarantee the continuation of my people! ”

The elder of the great clan shook his head slightly: “Just let it go. This is for Song Yang to choose, Song Yang...”

When I heard my name, I immediately said, "Great Sheikh! ”

“Be careful what you do, Jiangbei's knife is not your own enemy, but the whole Song family's enemy," the chief said. Remember, the Songs will always be your strongest backing. ”

I answered respectfully, "I remember, chief. ”

The chief of the clan said softly, "Get up, it's time for me to go back and rest. ”

Then he turned around and left, until he disappeared into the mountain path, and the people stood up straight. Song Heting's divine colour seems a little unhappy, but the chief of the clan has released his words, and she can't help but say: “Song Yang, rest early tonight, tomorrow morning I will send you out of the mountains! ”

I said, "Auntie, you've just been guilty. ”

She waved, “Stop it, I've got something wrong, come on, let's get some rest! ”

Everyone separated. We went back to Song's old house. Song Jie fell to the ground. He was unconscious and was beaten to death by Song Heting. The whole living room completely collapsed, so they broke the pillars when they were fighting. What a fierce battle was that?

The next morning, Song Xingsheng and I packed up and ready to go. The village chief arranged for a boy named Song Shichao to drive us. He was older than me and younger than me. Call me uncle. I'm not used to it.

Song Shichao drove a Land Cruiser and put all our luggage on the car. The luggage was not much, as long as it was a local specialty from the villagers, sprouts, meat, fruit rolls, etc. I can't resign myself to the fact that it is difficult for people to be happy. I wonder what I can do with this pile of trains.

A lot of people came to send me. I didn't see Song Heting alone. Song Jie said: “My mother didn't sleep all night. She kept sighing. Alas, my mother is so worried! ”

I said, "I don't know what to say to my aunt if she doesn't come. ”

Song Jie threw up his tongue and said, “Fortunately, I don't have to marry you. I'll call you" cousin "later, or" what "? Think about it, it's particularly weird. ”

I scratched her nose mysteriously: "Have you always had a heart? ”

Song Jie's cheek was red and he punched me with his fist: “Nonsense, who belongs to the heart.” With that in his mouth, his eyes glanced at Song Xingsheng with shame.

When we got to the intersection, Song Jie said: “Be careful on the road, I'll come to town sometime to play with you, if Mom lets me go! ”

I promised to push and sit next to Song Xingsheng and whispered, “Do you have anything to say to her? ”

Song Xingsheng answered, “No! ”

I encouraged him to say goodbye if he had nothing to say. I don't know when I'll see him again this time. ”

Song Xingshen was still indifferent. Although there was no expression on his face, his fingers kept playing with the decoration on the sheath, as if there were thousands of words but he didn't know how to say it.

I ordered him to go down and say goodbye. Song Xingsheng got out of the car.

They stood at the intersection for half a day and then Song Jie poured into Song Xingsheng's arms, spewing delicacies like children. Song Xingshen was unusual and seemed particularly overwhelmed. He didn't even know where to put his hands. He whispered what he was saying.

Looking at this scene from the mirror, I couldn't help but smile, and I came back through all the dangers, but nothing was more important than this moment.

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