Chapter 109: Visiting the Elders of the Song Family

  "Let's go buy something for Grandpa and your parents, it's our first visit, can't show up empty-handed."

  Xiang Hong was overjoyed and didn't need to change clothes anymore, she was beaming with delight.

  Song Shuoye nodded: "Dad may not be at home, to put it accurately, is buying things for Grandpa and Mom."

  As she spoke, she raised her wrist to check the time and felt that there was plenty of time, so she decided to take her out to eat first and then buy gifts to bring back home.

  Turning around and walking with her out of the shopping street, he looked at Sang Hong seriously and couldn't help but wonder: "Don't most women like buying clothes and accessories? Why do you look like you're being punished?"

  "Haha, I'm not one of those many women, I'm uniquely beautiful in my own way. What, are you tired of having too much money and nowhere to spend it? Give it to me and I'll give it to the beggars over there."

  Xiang Hong felt relieved in her heart and suddenly became talkative and smiley.

  Song Shuwei raised his eyes and followed her line of sight to see a beggar sitting in the distance, a man in his 40s, took out his wallet and pulled out a pink bill and handed it over:

  "At this age, if you don't encounter difficulties, who can lower their face and give in to you? Go ahead."

  Xiang Hong thought this guy was very kind, so she immediately took the money and ran over, bent down and put it in the box in front of the man, saying sincerely:

  "Big brother, wish you good luck, and I hope you can also bless me with good luck today, thank you."

  The man looked at the money she had put in and said with some embarrassment: "Thank you, big sister. You are such a kind person, you will definitely have good luck."

  Xiang Hong smiled at him, turned around and ran back, walked less than a dozen steps, shook his arm, and foolishly provoked him: "There's another beggar over there, looks even more pitiful."

  Song Shuyu raised his eyes and looked over, only to see an old beggar with a miserable appearance of new and old wounds all over his body.

  He narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and made a gesture of covering his mouth: "No matter how much money you have, it will always be spent somewhere. You need to save it for your son's marriage, your daughter's dowry, and your grandchildren. Generation after generation, my little money is not enough."

  Xiang Hong looked up at his mischievous eyes, wanting to raise her hand to hit him. Looking at the clothes on both of their bodies, she could only obediently follow him with big strides, putting away her little thoughts.

  "Stingy ghost, why did you give alms to that young and strong man without hesitation, but showed no sympathy for this old and miserable one?" San Hong felt very curious.

  Song Shuwei burst out laughing and said: "You little fool, how can you tell what kind of person someone is?"

  That young beggar, judging from his eyes, is a novice who has fallen on hard times. Helping him out might just help him get through this difficult period.

  That old man was clearly a professional beggar, with obvious fake wounds painted on his body.

  At his age, he can already evoke people's sympathy just by sitting there. Yet, he still isn't satisfied and goes out of his way to make a show of his injuries, making others feel uncomfortable. So, no."

  Xiang Hong nodded repeatedly, determined to take a detour to see how the old professional beggar had disguised his wound. Song Shuyu held him back, raised his hand and cracked his knuckles:

  "Don't go, that makeup is too ugly, looking at you will make me lose my appetite later."

  "When you become a special soldier, you can see through such tricks with just one glance."

  Xiang Hong covered her head and couldn't help but ask excitedly: "Special soldier, are you going to open a makeup class?"

  Song Shuyu looked at her pitiful and lovely appearance, and couldn't help but smile: "Professional makeup is different from what women do on their faces as a superficial skill, it's about changing identities, hiding identities, it's very magical... Ah, makeup is a required course."

  "Have you learned?" San Hong's eyes sparkled with surprise at once.

  "I've learned." Song Shuyu responded.

  "Teach me how to walk?" Sang Hong was so excited that she couldn't help it.

  "Not now? Guess it's not possible."

  "You're dead, who told you to teach now, go home and teach me, okay?"

  "No." Song Shuyu refused without hesitation.

  "Why?"

  "It seems like we're always busy when we're together, where's the time to teach this, and also need to prepare props and stuff, it's a hassle."

  "What do you need me to prepare? Please." A certain woman's eagerness to study is urgent.

  "Alright, just listen and I'll teach you." Song Shuyu calmly gave in.

  "Uh-huh, I'll definitely listen, I'll definitely listen." Shang Hong repeatedly assured.

  A man smiled faintly, with an inexplicable meaning, and a hint of evil plot.

  Two people had dinner and went shopping for gifts. Song Shuyu naturally knew what his family members liked, plus he wanted to take the opportunity to be filial, so he was very generous with his spending. He bought a beautifully crafted German-imported enamel snuff bottle for Grandpa and a new Korean-style hair accessory set for Mom.

  When it was time to pay the bill, Shang Hong wanted to take out the card that Qin Luoshui had given her to pay, but hesitated and didn't move. After all, with a family like hers, taking out such a large amount of pocket money would definitely make Song Shuyu suspicious and couldn't afford to cause trouble.

  Xiang Hong looked at Song Shu Yu taking out the card, heard the price, and was shocked to the point where her eyeballs almost popped out. She composed herself, hiding the shock on her face. The shop assistant carefully packaged the gift, and she carefully carried it away with her hands.

  Song Shuwei followed behind her, looking at her stiff and awkward gait, puzzled, opened the car door, took over the gift she was holding in her hand, and leaned forward to put it on the back seat.

  Xiang Hong stopped him from putting it in the car: "Wait, let me hold onto it instead. If you put it there, won't it roll off and break when we're driving?"

  "How is it possible? The store staff are all wrapped up layer by layer, no need to be so careful." Song Shuyu lost his smile.

  "It's better to be careful, spending tens of thousands of yuan on just these two small things!" Sang Hong said worriedly.

  Song Shuwei saw her insistence, so he put the two light boxes on her knees and understood that her previous posture was probably too tense, couldn't help but laugh and say:

  "Hong Hong, I haven't bought them gifts for a long time either. Today, through you, I'd like to show my intention. If they return any gifts to you, just accept them and don't be polite."

  Song Shuoye calmly reminded her that it's not necessary to pay too much attention to the value of things, what matters is understanding the thought and intention behind them.

  At the same time, he also thought that he should take this girl out for a walk and shopping more often, as a woman's temperament and consumer concept can be cultivated.

  At four o'clock, the two of them rushed home directly. Song Shuyu was clear about the gathering situation at his house and wanted to go back early to have a quiet conversation opportunity. If they went back late, he worried that those people would all come back and disturb Sang Hong.

  The car drove along the Red Flag Avenue in B City, heading straight to the city center. It passed by several large shopping malls and turned into a quiet and elegant street adjacent to a famous park in the city.

  The big phoenix trees on both sides of the street look like they've been around for some years.

  Only on both sides of the street, stood a row of luxurious and elegant villas. The quiet streets had occasional passing cars that were stunningly luxurious.

  In the heart of B City, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, there is actually a quiet and secluded spot amidst the hustle and bustle. Xiang Hong gazed calmly at this street, lined with European-style fences and walls that allowed one to see into the courtyards, where gardens and flowerbeds were meticulously laid out. The size of these estates was estimated to be around one mu (about 0.165 acres).

  The car drove to the end and there was a sentry post outside the door.

  Song Shuyu slowly rolled down the car window, nodded and smiled, and the duty guard saluted solemnly and let him pass.

  The car drove into a spacious and exceptionally large courtyard, with a three-story white villa facing the central axis in the distance. The design of the two sides was vastly different, with the middle road as the dividing line.

  On the right side there is a glass-roofed flower house, inside which it appears hazy and luxuriant, next to it is a very professional tennis court.

  On the left is a large pond with an area of about 4 or 5 mu, inside which are withered but still crisp round lotus leaves, occasionally dotted with one or two red lotus flowers.

  Song Shuyu saw the excitement in Sang Hongyan's eyes and drove the car very quickly, letting her open it carefully.

  "Are those lotus flowers in the pond real or fake?" Shang Hong pondered, thinking that these lotus flowers should have withered long ago, and it's rare to see such red blossoms.

  Although this scenery is as beautiful as a painting, it always has an unreal feeling.

  "Heh heh, of course it's true. Grandfather loves lotus flowers, and the varieties here have gathered famous ones from all over - there are the 'Iron Lotus' variety from Weishan Lake, the 'Saiwai' variety from Kangding Lotus Flower Lake, famous varieties brought back from Japan, and even the seeds of the Western Paradise lotus flower that Monk Tang's white horse is said to have carried back from the Western Regions when it returned with scriptures, he has collected them all."

  Song Shuwei smiled and introduced her with a smile.

  "Hmm... were these places where Grandpa used to fight or live in the past?" Xiang Hong smiled, thinking of that humorous old man Song.

  With his temperament, he can definitely do such a thing.

  "Haha, not bad, little girl has a clever spirit, just a hint and it's clear." Song Shuyu teased her jokingly, trying to get her to relax.

  The answer that can be thought of with toes, wanting various varieties, is naturally available for purchase in the flower market, why connect it with place names, naturally because it carries his memories.

  "Right, Lotus Land has always been short of beauties, will Grandpa have a romantic affair there?"

  Xiang Hong's eyes rolled around and she guessed.

  "You really think so, just wait for an opportunity to ask later." Song Shuyu was amused by the thoughts in her little head.

  As they spoke, the car arrived in front of the main building. Song Shuyu skillfully turned a corner and stopped the car beside the luxury cars on the left side of the main building.

  Xiang Hong got off the car and quietly counted the number of parked cars, wow, including the one they came in, there were a total of twelve luxury cars. Was this... was this... already so many guests inside?

  Her small face turned pale with anxiety.

  "How did so many people come?" Xiang Hong asked in a low voice, feeling her legs go slightly weak.

  Song Shuwei picked up the gifts on the seat and handed them to her: "This is a hairpin for Mom, you take it and give it to her later; this is a snuff bottle for Grandpa, don't get it wrong."

  "Who are all those people inside?" She nodded with her chin towards the car outside.

  Song Shuwei finally understood why she was standing still, and couldn't help but laugh: "The outermost one is the procurement car, usually driven by the guards or chefs when they go out; this blue one on this side is Mom's car, looks like she arrived a while ago.

  "The rest are all Grandpa's cars, Ferrari, Porsche, Mercedes... This old man is still young at heart and loves to play with cars."

  "What?!" Xiang Hong was shocked, this old master of the Song family is too extravagant!

  Nothing much, at his age, where can he spend the money he earns?

  The old man is particularly fashionable, loves Wang Shuo's punk, loves Cui Jian's original rock, when he was young, he picked up whatever he wanted, painting and woodcarving were his own family, now he also wears the title of world-renowned artist, last year he appeared on the cover of the authoritative men's magazine "Fashion Mr.", becoming the oldest fashion Mr. to appear on the cover of the magazine in history.

  Song Shuyu apparently also has a special admiration for his grandfather, and his expression is full of worship when talking about him.

  San Hong's eyes were about to pop out of her head. Was this Old Man Song the legendary ultimate male, and a limited edition at that?

  "Your grandfather is so handsome! I really like him!" exclaimed Shan Hong uncontrollably.

  Song Shuwei gave her a warning look: "The man you like is standing here, it's necessary to remind you once again, so that you can remember."

  Xiang Hong looked at his unpleasant face and suddenly laughed happily.

  Song Dàyǒu was overjoyed as soon as they drove into the yard, and he eagerly waited, brewing his favorite tea. However, after what felt like a long time, the two little ones still hadn't appeared, so he couldn't help but pace out of the living room and stand on the steps to look.

  Looking at these two people standing in front of the car, whispering and laughing, they didn't seem to be in a hurry to get in at all.

  "How did you come back? Just don't enter the house. Must I, an old man, come out to welcome you?"

  Xiang Hong heard the sound and looked up, seeing Old Man Song stroking his snowy white beard as he gazed at them.

  "Grandpa, it's all because your collection of cars is too attractive, I couldn't move my feet as soon as I saw them."

  Following Song Shuyu, they walked past one after another.

  "If you like it, just pick one and drive it away for fun." As soon as Song Dai heard Sang Hong's words, he immediately smiled with joy.

  "You can't open it, Grandfather, isn't this a trap for your grandson?" Song Shuyu retorted.

  Xiang Hong glared at him, and Old Man Song also glared back, what's going on with this?

  "Good grief! She drove that car out for a spin and look what happened, it's enough to make one's heart skip a beat. And you still want her to drive? It's clear I won't be able to sleep soundly with my head on the pillow!"

  Song Shuyu explained.

  "I think Honghong is pretty good, I heard that she made those king's car doors all transparent, haha, with so many modified cars, finally one showed off its divine power, what an impressive achievement!"

  Song Dàyǒu suddenly laughed and praised Sang Hong.

  "Grandpa, you're not kidding, are you? How can you say such things?" Song Shuyu was somewhat stunned, but also secretly relieved. It seemed that the two of them had a good affinity after all.

  "Grandpa is telling the truth, such a beautiful car, such a domineering modified function, it's a pity that not every one of them was used. Just in time to try out those people's cars and prove Grandpa's vision and skills are high."

  Xiang Hong smiled and strongly supported him, it was rare for the old man not to blame her, she was overjoyed.

  "Shu Yu, take a look at Sang Hong, this little girl, you lack her carefree spirit." Song Da said to his son with deep meaning.

  Song Shuoyang raised his eyebrows, closed his mouth, and thought to himself, how could he be so carefree? The one driving was the little girl he had been thinking about day and night, not him.

  Doesn't he want to be more relaxed?

  The problem is that as soon as it involves Sang Hong this little girl, he can't be calm and will only get a headache!

  Ah ah ah - it's so unjust! Ever since this little girl appeared, I feel like my whole body is full of weaknesses. Even Grandpa laughs at me for not being manly enough.

  "Come on in and talk, it's cooler outside. You young people have good health, how can your grandfather possibly bear it?"

  Song Shuyu's mother Zhang Yunping heard the noise and came out of the kitchen.

  "What Mom said is absolutely right." Song Shu Yu reached out and took Song Da You's hand, and the three of them walked into the living room together.

  As soon as she entered the living room, Xiang Hong looked up and saw a middle-aged woman who was extremely well-maintained.

  Her hair was curled and tied back in a elegant bun, adorned with an antique gold hairpin. Her eyebrows were painted on like a painting, her eyes gleaming with sharp insight into the ways of the world. Her aura was refined, and the tight-fitting white silk jacket she wore accentuated her slender figure. Despite her reserved demeanor, there was a hint of sharpness beneath the surface, exuding an understated yet elegant charm.

  I guess this is what it means to be a noble lady with a strong personality.

  "Hello Auntie, I'm Shang Hong."

  Zhang Yunping followed the sound and fixed her eyes on Sang Hong's face, slightly stunned. What was on this little girl's face?

  That tender voice allowed her to immediately identify the girl's age and city, this... this... obviously a minor, will those red spots on her face be acne?!

  Look at the clothes on her body, doesn't she know that when visiting someone's home, she should dress more decently?

  That flat-chested and narrow-waisted figure is just like an unripe persimmon.

  What an eye this kid has!

  She naturally collected the unexpected and unpleasant color on her face, smiled warmly: "Shang Hong, I often hear Shu Yu mention you, today finally met."

  Xiang Hong smiled and said, "Auntie is right to criticize me. I should have come to visit you all earlier, but Brother Song always says that you are all very busy, so I kept putting it off."

  Zhang Yunping was taken aback, this girl's mouth is quite sharp.

  "Haha, glad you're here, get familiar with the place, come back often and sit down, come on, have a seat over there and drink some tea."

  Zhang Yunping said as she let her sit on the main seat of the sofa.

  Xiang Hong saw that Old Man Song was sitting in the middle, Song Shu Yun sat on his left side, and the right side should be Zhang Yun Ping's seat. She wouldn't sit there, so she politely gave up her seat and sat at the end of the sofa, leaned forward to put the gift on the coffee table, then smiled and handed the one on top to Old Man Song:

  "Grandpa, Song said you're interested in all sorts of exquisite little things, so we picked one out for you, hope you'll like it."

  "Back home, back home, what's there to buy? But since you've bought it, Grandpa is also very happy."

  Song Shuyu reached out and pulled it over, rustling as he unwrapped the packaging and took out the small snuff bottle.

  Only the small snuff bottle has a Jingtai blue base, enamel quality, and is inlaid with extremely small grain-like pink and green gemstones.

  Exquisite workmanship, with very obvious handwork marks.

  "Haha, okay, who picked this thing?"

  Song Dàyǒu looked very satisfied, he took the thing in his hand and played with it while asking.

  "I took her to the store you often go shopping at, and she picked out something that caught her eye." Song Shu Yu naturally took the opportunity to flatter Sang Hong.

  Zhang Yunping took a glance and could see that it was exquisite, but she didn't think this little thing had any significance.

  Xiang Hong retreated and put another box in front of Zhang Yunping:

  "Auntie, your hairstyle is really matching with your temperament. I brought you a gift, it's a set of three hair accessories. My vision is limited, but I think the headpieces in those popular Korean TV dramas in recent years have an exotic flavor, so I picked out a set to bring over for you to take a look."

  Zhang Yunping's eyes stared at Sang Hong's small hands holding the gift box, with red heart-shaped nail polish, and felt that this girl's taste was truly speechless, simply childish to the extreme.

  But this little pattern somehow looked familiar to her, and she couldn't bring herself to dislike it.

  Zhang Yunping saw that she had withdrawn her hand, and only then did he move his gaze away from her fingernails. He smiled slightly, nodded in thanks, and casually picked it up to place on the small tea table beside him, without opening it to look.

  "Mom, I think it looks nice on you, try it when you have time." Song Shuyu helped Sang Hong out of the awkward situation.

  Song Dàyǒu burst out laughing and said:

  "The little girl is quite thoughtful, her mother's hair, I don't know how much thought was put into it."

  Sending me this little thing is also very considerate, knowing that people are getting older and sometimes need something to refresh their spirits. Okay, I'm very satisfied with the gift.

  "Shu Yu, take Xiaoyao to my collection room. Let her see what she likes and pick two things freely. Last time we met, Xiaoyao called me Grandpa, and I promised to give her a gift."

  Zhang Yunping was shocked upon hearing Lao Ye's words, her face filled with incredulity.

  Xiang Hong looked at Zhang Yunping hesitantly, unsure whether she should hypocritically decline.

  Song Shuwei has already stood up and said, "Honghong, it's rare for this stingy old man to be so generous today. Let's go, I'll take you out to open your eyes and pick a couple of good ones, just to make him feel a little pain."

  Xiang Hong noticed the displeasure on Zhang Yunping's face and understood that her future mother-in-law probably didn't like her. She also felt it was too awkward to just sit there, so she smiled at him:

  "Grandpa is indeed a man of his word, with a great memory, hehe, picking two items will make the old man's heart healthier!"

  Zhang Yunping's eyes already had an uncontrollable look of astonishment, she had married two daughters-in-law before, and had never seen her daughters-in-law speak to their elders in such a tone.

  Song Shuwei stood up straight and stretched out his hand, in front of the two elders, he grasped the small paws that Sang Hong had hesitantly extended and then withdrawn.

  "Grandpa, mom, we're going upstairs, we'll be right back."

  Turning around, the two of them exchanged a smile. Xiang Hong took a deep breath and followed closely behind Song Shu Yu's long strides, quickly walking towards the stairs on one side of the living room.

  Digression

  Recommend a friend Luo Qingkuang's "Cloud Mansion's Eldest Daughter" - just want to write about an indifferent woman, give her a lifetime of peace and prosperity, a life of warmth and happiness with one person.

  It's actually met such a beauty, if it can be said that his shoulders are like a knife cut, his waist is like a willow branch, his neck is long and slender, and his skin is radiant... Such beautiful words still cannot describe this man.

  But such a beauty, yet so pitifully, like a begging dog hanging around her, with a slightly hoarse and sultry but extremely flirtatious voice and an innocent expression: "Please punish me, wife."

  What's going on here?

  "Grandpa, you're so embarrassing..."

  Obviously, any side can make people fall in love with him, but now he is so infatuated that he wants to wag his tail around the young lady all day, what else can be said?

  "The young master likes..." The gentle man looked at the soft feelings that couldn't be dissipated in the evening's eyes, and a charming smile had already captivated the city.

  "...". The crowd fell silent.