My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng didn't say hello in advance.

However, Liu Yueyun was very familiar with the guard at the door.

The two of them walked into the Song family together with ease.

Inside the manor.

Unlike the Liu family, the Song family is much more low-key.

Perhaps it was because Mr. Song had always asked for it, and the Song family did not have as many retainers as the Liu family.

Liu Yueyun led the way in front and occasionally met an acquaintance.

"Xiaoyun, you came to our house to play."

A familiar voice was heard from not far away. This person was none other than Song Qi, the current head of the Song family.

Just as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Feng walking out from behind.

Song Qi, who was about to speak, suddenly looked a little nervous.

"Xiao Feng?! You! You are in the capital too!"

When Song Qi saw Yang Feng, his expression suddenly changed.

Liu Yueyun looked at him and joked, "Uncle Song, when did you become so snobbish? When you came here, you didn't even receive such a warm welcome."

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about, girl? Don't you come in every day when you pass by? Xiao Feng is a rare guest."

Song Qi laughed.

Yang Feng was helpless and said, "Uncle Song, how is Mr. Song's health?"

"Father just finished his morning exercise and is now reading in the study. I'll take you there."

Song Qi looks cheerful.

The dignified head of the Song family has become a leader at this time.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "It's okay. Uncle, if you have something to do, you can go and do it first. I can't disturb your time."

"Look at what you said. Since you are here, it is... the biggest thing. We haven't had guests in our house for a long time. To be honest, my father was still talking about you a while ago."

Song Qi smiled.

He walked in front, leading the two of them towards where Mr. Song lived.

Mr. Song has always lived in an independent bungalow.

This is a red brick and tile house that has not been specially decorated and looks a bit like a bungalow in a rural area in the northwest.

But the difference is that this house has a large yard in front of the door, surrounded by green trees and bamboos.

The house is not big, and there is a study near the west side. With the window open, you can just see Mr. Song reading a book there.

Several people walked into the house.

Song Qi asked the two to wait for a moment, and he went into the study and said quickly: "Father, Yang Feng and Xiao Yun are here to see you."

"What? Xiaoyun is here."

Song Guozhi listened, and then seemed to suddenly react and said, "What, Xiaofeng is here too?!"

He was so happy that he quickly put down the books in his hands and walked out in a hurry.

"Haha, it turns out you two are here."

Song Guozhi laughed.

When people get old, they actually always like to sit with young people.

Especially when there were young people coming to see him, Song Guozhi immediately smiled.

Yang Feng said respectfully: "Hello, old man."

"Haha, okay, okay, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming to the capital?"

Old man Song Guozhi looked very happy, and he quickly called out to Song Qi beside him, "Hurry up and make a pot of tea and prepare some snacks."

"Okay, wait a moment then."

At this moment, Song Qi did not have the slightest airs of a patriarch.

Liu Yueyun was more obedient. She quickly stood up and wanted to help, but was also rejected.

Song Guozhi asked the two to sit down beside the tea table, and asked, "How is it, is there anything that brought you to the capital this time?"

"It's mainly to send Liu Yi home to see him. I also have something to ask Senior Qingye."

Yang Feng said truthfully.

When Song Guozhi heard this, he also laughed: "Haha, I heard about this too. Xiaoyun's father called last night. He was so happy about this."

"Well, it's just that we came back late yesterday, so we couldn't visit you right away."

Yang Feng explained.

Song Guozhi waved his hand and said, "I understand. I am already very satisfied that you can bring Xiaoyun to see an old man like me so early in the morning."

The two exchanged greetings for a while, and after chatting for a few words, Song Guozhi's face was also beaming with joy.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Yang Feng said, "By the way, I brought you a small gift this time in Jiangcheng. It's... a friend of mine asked me to give it to you."

"Oh? Your friend? Could it be!"

Song Guozhi was confused at first, then he immediately thought of something.

Yang Feng slowly took out the piece of iron that Song Fei had entrusted to him.

Yang Feng placed this piece of iron in a paper shell that looked like a red envelope.

Song Guozhi quickly took it, opened the paper shell, and saw the iron sheet inside which was full of historical atmosphere.

At this moment, Song Guozhi's body was even shaking slightly.

Liu Yueyun didn’t understand what was going on at all. She only saw that Song Guozhi’s eyes were slightly red.

"This……"

Liu Yueyun looked at Yang Feng, only to find that the latter's expression was also somewhat silent at this moment.

Song Guozhi repeatedly stroked the marks on it with his hands.

This is an ordinary piece of iron that has been polished into the shape of a dart. There are some lines on the surface, and it looks completely random.

But when Song Guozhi touched the patterns on it, he couldn't help but shed tears which dripped onto the iron sheet.

"Paji."

The sound of tears colliding with iron sheets, at this moment Song Guozhi's thoughts seemed to be pulled back to twenty years ago.

Song Qi, who walked in from outside, happened to see this scene. Before he understood what was going on, he had already seen the piece of iron in Song Guozhi's hand.

"Father! This isn't it!"

Song Qi recognized it at a glance. This was actually the dart that Song Guozhi used to teach his grandson when he was a child.

Seinfeld was very young at that time, only five or six years old.

Song Guozhi personally polished a dart for him to practice throwing.

And every time he achieved a certain level of success, Song Guozhi would leave a scratch on it.

The various scratches on it are actually the progress of Song Fei's practice when he was a child.

Behind every scratch is a scene between grandfather and grandson.

Song Qi didn't expect that Yang Feng would bring this thing back this time.

Song Guozhi's mind had already wandered to heaven.

All I could think of was Song Fei as a child.

"Father, Xiaofeng and the other two are still here."

Song Qi reminded in a low voice.

Song Guozhi finally came to his senses, took the tissue from his hand and wiped his tears, then asked hurriedly: "How is Xiaofei? Is he still in Jiangcheng?"

"Well, he is indeed often in Jiangcheng."

"Okay, okay, so how is he now?"

Song Guozhi asked hurriedly.

He looked at Yang Feng expectantly, wanting to know the latest news about his grandson.