Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Tingyun never told the Song Fei sisters the truth about his grandfather's death. They only knew that his father lost his grandfather when he was fifteen years old.

Hear what the village chief said, did grandpa die unexpectedly?

Song Fei, who had been silent all this time, spoke up and asked the village chief: "Village chief, how did my grandfather die? Was he killed?"

The village chief glanced at the sisters in surprise and said, "Don't you know?" The village chief glanced at the two sisters suspiciously, somewhat doubting their identity and purpose.

Sister Song Ci looks like her mother and has no resemblance to Song Tingyun. Song Qingkuang's death was so tragic that the case has not yet been solved, making it the only unsolved case in their area. The village chief could not help but become suspicious of the sisters.

He suspected that the Song Ci sisters were related to the murderer.

Song Ci saw the village chief's wariness and hurriedly explained: "That's right, our dad usually doesn't tell us about this kind of thing, maybe because he thinks it's too bloody."

The village chief still didn't believe it.

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

Song Ci and Song Fei were both stunned, and then escaped from the ID card dumbfounded. After taking the ID cards and seeing that these two people were indeed named Song, the village chief's doubts eased a little, but he still couldn't trust them.

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

"We understand this, please wait a moment." Song Ci opened her phone and found a photo of their family of four in the cloud photo album many years ago.

"Village chief, look, this is what my father will look like as an adult. You must have seen my father."

After Song Tingyun and Jiang Shiyu retired to look at Dongcheng, they came to Lanying Village to pay homage to their deceased father. He must have met the village chief after coming all the way back.

Sure enough, after the village chief saw the photo, all the doubts in his eyes disappeared. "Hey, Brother Yun is very capable. He has found such a beautiful daughter-in-law. No wonder you sisters are so good-looking too. It's because of your mother."

Song Tingyun himself is also a handsome and handsome man, and his appearance matches Jiang Shiyu perfectly.

After the village chief returned the mobile phone and ID cards to the sisters, he lit another cigarette.

The village chief spoke quietly and said: "Your grandfather once lived on that mountain. At that time, our village did not have a road. The road in front of our village committee was dug with your grandfather's help. It was only paved a few years ago." Cement.”

He smoked a cigarette and squinted his eyes, looking at the mountains opposite the village committee office. They were three mountains close together. The mountain in the middle was hidden behind by the mountains on both sides, and a huge maple leaf could be vaguely seen halfway up the mountain.

In this season, the maple trees are bare and look desolate.

"Uncle Song came to our village with Brother Yun, who was just over a year old, and lived there. I heard this from my parents. I was still in my mother's belly at that time."

"Brother Yun and I grew up together since childhood. Our home is at the foot of the mountain. Children at that time were more wild than children today, and they didn't feel tired running up and down the mountain."

"There are medicinal herbs growing in front of and behind Uncle Song's house. They are all things I have never seen before. Uncle Song is a very kind-hearted person. No matter who comes to see him for treatment, he will accept them."

"At that time, Uncle Song, like us, lived in a mud house made of mud, bricks and wood. Uncle Song's house had two guest rooms. There were always people staying at his house to recuperate throughout the year. Sometimes they were people from the village, and sometimes they were from the county. There are even more people coming from other provinces."

"Uncle Song charges reasonable fees for treating patients. He is a well-known good doctor in our area. It's a pity." The village chief sighed and said: "Such a good person, how can he Why die so miserably?"

Song Ci subconsciously squeezed Song Fei's hand. Song Fei didn't say anything, but silently patted the back of Song Ci's hand to comfort her.

The village chief's pupils trembled. He probably thought of Uncle Song's appearance when he died. He was frightened and his voice was vibrating 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 his friends hanging something, so I didn’t think much about it. I ran to Song’s house, called Brother Yun, and then I looked up and saw Uncle Song.”

The village chief's voice was a little unsteady and his expression looked frightened. He said, "Uncle Song was hanged under the maple tree in front of the door. His nose was dug out and his hands were cut off."

"As for Brother Yun, he hid alone in the latrine of the pig pen all night. When we found him, he was lying on the dung pile like a big character, and his face was purple from the cold."

Song Ci trembled all over and didn't dare to think about that scene.

Song Fei also frowned, with an ugly expression. "Where's the murderer? Hasn't anyone seen the murderer?"

"No." The village chief shook his head and said, "There was no electricity in the village at that time, and every household used kerosene lamps. They would close the door and go to bed as soon as it got dark. In addition, Uncle Song and the others lived halfway up the mountain, and they were not like the people at the foot of the mountain. They are far apart, and if the murderer kills someone, he can leave whenever he wants."

"We called the police at that time, but there was nothing the police could do. At that time, it was not like now. There was no fingerprint or DNA test. There were no witnesses or suspects, so this murder case became an unsolved case!"

The village chief added: "Uncle Song is respected by people in our village. He doesn't have bad relations with others. He doesn't even quarrel. He always talks pleasantly to everyone. The murderer is most likely Uncle Song's old man. Enemy."

Uncle Song is very young and a very powerful doctor, but he came to this remote country alone with his child. Isn't it just to take refuge?

Who would have thought that the enemy was so difficult to deal with, and even though they had hid so far away, they still couldn't escape death.

Song Ci and Song Fei both agreed with the village chief's opinion, 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, "Let's do it tomorrow. We have to worship the dead in the morning, and we can't go in the afternoon. It's very dark."

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

"You'll stay at my house tonight. Early tomorrow morning, I'll take you up the mountain. Most of the roads on the mountain are gone."

"good."

In the evening, they had dinner with a group of village leaders in the canteen of the village committee office. After the meal, 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 she wanted to buy some gifts. Song Fei thought it was unnecessary.

Unexpectedly, it really worked.

Song Ci really knew how to behave and was lovable. Song Fei touched Song Ci's hair and said, "No wonder your parents like you. Who makes you lovable?"

Song Ci retorted to her: "My parents like me, mainly because I was always sick when I was a child, right?" Song Ci was weak until she was seven years old, and she had to be kept at home and take medicine every winter.

Because they thought she was a pitiful little girl, her parents doted on her even more, but they also loved Song Fei.

"Okay, let's go in."

The village chief returned home first and burned firewood at home. It was quite a surprise to see Song Ci and the others carrying gifts.

What Song Ci bought was not a particularly expensive gift, just a little thought. The village chief is also a casual person and accepted the gifts generously.

It's very cold in the countryside, especially in high mountain areas. In winter, the cold wind howls and makes people's cheeks turn red. When going to bed at night, Song Ci vigorously applied skin care products on her face.

Song Fei applied some facial 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 finished explaining the matter, she looked up and saw that Song Ci was still applying skin care products.

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

Song Ci turned around and patted her face towards Song Fei. The elastic and tender skin made Song Ci very satisfied, "What do you think? Don't you think my skin is very 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 jars on his desk, and then at Song Fei's small facial cream jar, and suddenly felt that all the money he spent on skin care products over the years was wasted.

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

"It's enough to use facial cream and sunscreen. If you use too much, your skin can't bear it. Some people always suffer from acne. In fact, their skin is too delicate and cannot accept so many skin care products."

Song Fei said: "Believe me, I have seen the formula price lists of the most expensive skin care products. You will vomit blood after reading them."

Hearing this, Song Ci sharply pointed out: "How can you see it?"

Song Fei stopped talking.

Song Ci asked her: "Have you hacked someone else's company again?"

Song Fei continues to be a mute.

"Song Fei, let me tell you, you can't just rely on your high skills to do whatever you want. There are people who are better than others. Be careful, if you are caught one day, you will get into trouble."

Song Fei turned off the light and said, "Sleep!"

Song Ci then closed his mouth.

She wears a blindfold when sleeping.

The nights in the countryside are very quiet. In winter, you can hear the cold wind whistling outside the window. Unlike the kang-burning homes in the Northeast, Lanying Village here has to hide under the quilt at night and rely on itself to generate heat.

Song Ci got colder and colder as she slept, and then she kept crawling into Song Fei's arms. Song Fei simply hugged Song Ci, and Song Ci became at ease.

After sleeping all night until dawn, Song Ci realized that he had put his hand on Song Fei's belly when he woke up.

She quickly pulled her hand out.

Song Fei was already awake and playing with her phone.

Finding that Song Ci was awake, Song Fei said, "You kept touching me last night and touched me in many places." Song Fei's expression was a little gossipy, "Do you always like to touch Han Zhan when you sleep?"

Song Ci: "."

Song Fei also added: "You touched some places and asked me why I disappeared." Song Fei looked at Song Ci with a half-smile, and despised her: "You are really a pervert."

Song Ci was too embarrassed to see anyone.

She quickly got up and put on her clothes. As she was putting them on, she said, "Don't you want to touch Yan Jiang?"

Song Fei shook his head, "Never."

After a pause, Song Fei added, "He was the one who touched me."

Song Ci was willing to be defeated.

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

After eating, the village chief asked for a leave from the village committee and took the two sisters up the mountain.

Song Ci was carrying a big bag, and Song Fei was carrying a hoe in one hand and a shovel in the other, planning to go up the mountain to repair the cemetery for her grandfather.

It has been more than forty years since Song Qingkuang's death. Few people remember Dr. Song, and no one has gone to the mountain to pay homage to him. As the economy developed and life got better and better, no one lived in the mountains for a long time.

The road they trampled on more than forty years ago was called the road to survival. But now, everything has changed. The paths are overgrown with trees and weeds, and the road cannot be seen at all.

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

He held a machete and a wooden stick in his hand, exploring the path and cutting down the weeds.

It looked like a very short road, but it took more than two hours to get there.

The maples are still there, thicker than they were forty years ago. The village chief stood under the tree, pointed to a branch of the maple tree, and said, "Uncle Song was hanged on this branch."

Song Ci and Song Fei looked up at the tree branch. I can't help but feel sad when I think of my grandfather hanging here.

Under the maple tree, there were all kinds of weed-like things growing. When Song Ci saw those things, his expression was happy. “It’s all medicinal materials!”

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

Song Ci cast a questioning look at Song Fei, "Song Fei, you don't even know the medicinal materials, and you still want to participate in the Mo family's competition?"

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

Song Ci:!

If you don’t understand Chinese medicine, why are you going to participate in a Chinese medicine competition?

Song Fei: "We went to Mo's house to find out the truth about the expulsion of father and grandfather. Don't even think about the competition. I don't understand it at all."

In terms of traditional Chinese medicine, Song Fei is not as good as Song Ci.

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

Song Fei couldn't remember all the strange names of Chinese medicinal materials. Song Ci had been in poor health since he was a child and often drank traditional Chinese medicine. Under Song Tingyun's influence, he also dabbled in traditional Chinese medicine.

Song Ci just wanted to roll her eyes. It seemed that geniuses were not omnipotent.

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

Sure enough, genius is not omnipotent.

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

"What's this?"

Song Ci stared at the medicinal material and then said: "It seems to be Soul-Calming Grass." Soul-Calming Grass is a very effective grass in treating mental illness. This kind of grass is very rare and is often used by Chinese medicine to suppress depression. and mentally ill patients.

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

"That's quite useful."

Song Ci pulled up the herbs, tied them into a bundle, and carefully placed them on the open ground. After all the medicinal materials were pulled out, the true appearance of the tomb below was revealed. The tomb has become a mound, without the shape of a tombstone.

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

"My father died in the Bijiang earthquake, together with my mother."

"That's it." The village chief said with emotion: "Brother Yun and Uncle Song are not so lucky."

Song Ci and Song Fei thanked the village chief and asked him to go down the mountain first. The two sisters repaired the tomb with hoes and shovels. They erected a wooden tablet in front of the tombstone and wrote Song Qingkuang's "Song Qingkuang" on the tablet with paint. name.

The two sisters offered incense to their grandfather and kowtowed.

After doing all this, Song Ci and Song Fei were a little tired. The two sisters sat in front of their grandfather's grave, eating bread and drinking water. Song Ci stared at the two meadows in front of him, as well as the badly damaged abandoned house at the end of the herb meadow, with many corners collapsed.

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

Song Fei said: "Maybe there are traces of my father and grandpa's life in it."

The two sisters looked at each other and said, "Go and have a look!"

After eating the bread, Song Ci stood up, clapped her hands, and entered the house with Song Fei. In the middle of the long row of houses is the main room. The main room has collapsed and is overgrown with weeds.

There were already weeds growing on the side door on the left side of the main room. Song Ci stood at the door of that room and said, "This house doesn't seem to have collapsed yet."

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

Song Ci said: "I'll try."

She pushed the door open easily.

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

Song Ci and Song Fei stood at the door for a while, making sure that the house would not collapse immediately before walking in. This should be their grandfather's room. There is a bookshelf in the room. The medical books on it have become damp and moldy. They have been stuck together for a long time and cannot be opened at all.

Song Ci tried to take out a book of medical skills, opened it, and saw the yellowed paper and light handwriting inside, and sighed: "Our grandfather's handwriting is really good."

Song Qingkuang's calligraphy is very beautiful, and occasionally you can see some pen calligraphy. The brush calligraphy is in thin gold script, while the fountain pen calligraphy is in cursive script. 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 and saw some messy herbs inside, and immediately lost interest. Song Ci searched on the bookshelf and chose another book with a red shell.

She opened the book and found a letter hidden in the book.

"Song Fei! Come and see!"

Song Fei came over, stood with Song Ci, and looked down at the letter. The calligraphy on this letter is very elegant. The addressee is named Mo Qingkuang, but the written name only has one character, which is -

fir.

Song Ci and Song Fei looked at each other.

Song Ci asked: "Can you open it?"

Song Fei said: "If I don't tell you to open it, won't you open it?"

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

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

Something fell on Song Ci's lap.

Song Ci looked down and found that it was a maple leaf that was carefully treasured.

Song Fei took the leaf and said, "This is a leaf specimen. At that time, I knew how to give away leaf specimens. 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.

On the mottled letter paper, with a fine black brush, he wrote a page of beautiful handwriting——

Zhan Xinjia:

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

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

Well, now I will tell you the answer.

Mo Qingkuang, hello, I am Nangong Yingying, a person who was raised by the Mo family on the mountain behind the Mo family.

You must have seen me. Five years ago, your father took you brothers to the back mountain to get medicine. At that time, you once asked your father, is the medicine man a human being or medicine?

Your father told you it was medicine.

But you didn't answer, you just kept looking at me, as if you were thinking about what I was.

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

Don't be frivolous, ask me what gift I want most?

What I want is freedom.

Don't be frivolous, if you can give me freedom, I will give you my heart and my life.

Looking forward to replying to you, Nangong Yingying.

Song Ci was confused after reading this letter. She turned her head to look at Song Fei, only to see Song Fei frowning tightly with a heavy expression. Song Ci asked her: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Fei curled her lower lip at her and said, "No, I think it was quite romantic to write letters to communicate in those days."

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

Song Ci couldn't help but ask: "What is a medicine man?"

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

"Did the medicine people form the medicinal materials into human shapes?" Song Ci read the letter again and again. She said, "That's not right. Looking at the meaning revealed between the lines of this girl named Nangong Yingying, it is obvious that she It’s that medicine man.”

"Song Fei, only humans can write. What the hell is this medicine man? What do you mean by a medicine man? Is he a human being or a medicine? Isn't it a human being who can write, speak, and think?"

Song Fei's face became colder and colder. She snatched the letter from Song Ci's hand and said, "The Mo family is boring. I think we shouldn't go to the Mo family."

But Song Ci said: "No, it must be the Mo family who did it for my grandfather to be killed like this! I am not willing to let the Mo family go without seeking justice for my grandfather."

"I want to find out what my grandpa did, and why he died with his nose pierced! Are the Mo family doctors kind-hearted, or are they wolf-hearted?"

Song Fei felt a little regretful when she saw Song Ci was so determined. She squeezed the paper in her hand tightly, and after a while, she said, "Song Ci, I know the 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 in this family were naturally warlike and were the pillars of defense for the country. The women in this family were naturally beautiful and intelligent. There were many queens who came from this family. family."

"But the fertility of the Nangong family is extremely poor, and the fetus is prone to miscarriage in the mother's womb. In order to promote the reproduction and development of the family, their patriarch asked the patriarch of the Mo tribe for a powerful anti-fetal prescription. After taking the prescription, Almost every fetus is born smoothly. After they are born, their bodies are very weak, and they need to use good medicine to warm their bodies."

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

"The blood of medicine people can improve the efficacy of medicines and purify the purity of medicines. Long-term use of their flesh and blood can even make terminally ill patients recover."

Song Ci frowned when she heard this, "That's not killing people!"

"Yes, they are killing people. But to the Mo family, medicine people are not people, they are 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 medicinal fragrance on their bodies. When they are emotionally excited, or after experiencing a love affair, the medicinal fragrance will emit from their bodies."

"As for the Mo family, they are naturally sensitive to the scent of medicine people, and they can always accurately find the whereabouts of every medicine person."

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

But Song Fei's next words directly turned Song Ci into a popsicle——

"Song Ci, you are the medicine man."