The male partner who never gives up treatment

For Zhang Min, the relatives of the Zhang family, most of the Zhang family mourned for their misfortune and angered him for not fighting. It's just that death is the most important thing, and no matter how much dissatisfaction is, it turns into pity. Therefore, although there is no way to visit Song Qingzhou in person, Zhang Shaoyu and others are meticulous. He prepared a present on the ground and sent someone to give it to him. As for whether Song Xiuming would let the child use it, that's another matter.

"What's going on? The land on the outskirts of the city is going to be auctioned off? What about the house?!" In the living room of Zhang's family, the old man who happened to see the news on TV turned pale with shock, "Such a big Why hasn't anyone told me about it?"

With the Zhang family's contacts and background, it is impossible not to hear any rumors beforehand, so, from this point of view, it can only be a deliberate attempt to hide it from him.

The butler brought a plate of fruit, bent down and explained: "Master, don't be angry, Eldest Young Master is also worried about your health, and doesn't want you to worry about it."

Old Mr. Zhang blew his beard and stared: "That's not okay, how many times have I said that the house can't be demolished! You, go and call Shaoyu and ask him to come back early at night."

The housekeeper took the order to leave. Zhang Shaoheng, who was peeling apples, stopped, looked at the old man puzzled, and asked, "Grandpa, although the lonely house has been around for a few years, didn't you always say that it has no historical research value? What are you doing?" Why are you so nervous about it?"

Grandpa Zhang was slightly taken aback, sighed, raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head: "Grandpa will tell you everything when you become an adult." After a pause, he said earnestly, "Shaoheng, remember to Study those strange gossip carefully, and the burden of our Zhang family will be passed on to you. At that time, even if grandpa is dead, you will have something to say when you see your ancestors in the underworld, so that you won’t be scolded as unworthy descendants .”

What he said was weird, and Zhang Shaoheng was full of doubts. When he was about to ask carefully, the old man closed his eyes, shook his head and said nothing, with a serious expression on his face.

When Zhang Shaoyu came back from the company in the evening, the old man called him to the study room before he could change his clothes. The grandparent and grandson closed the door, not knowing what to say, and they didn't both come out until around ten o'clock.

"Brother." Zhang Shaoheng stopped Zhang Shaoyu who was about to go back to the room to rest, curious, "What did Grandpa ask you to do?"

Zhang Shaoyu put down the fingers kneading the center of his eyebrows, with a solemn face, sighed with a headache: "Grandpa asked me to keep that house at all costs."

at all costs?Now not only Zhang Shaoyu was helpless, but also Zhang Shaoheng was baffled, what was so special about that house that made grandpa say such a thing, but if he valued the lonely house, why didn't he usually mention it?

Besides, Song Qingzhou has been imprisoned in the bedroom since Song Xiuming personally captured him from the outside. The number of servants who are more like monitoring him than serving him has increased sharply. The prevention and control system of the villa Also updated quickly.

Song Qingzhou is already five years old, and logically speaking, it is the age when he should go to primary school. If it is in an ordinary family, the parents might argue about which school the child should go to. Several old professors who retired from various universities were invited to teach alone at home. Seeing the generous salary, the old professors did not dislike him for killing chickens with a butcher's knife.

It's just that after this, Song Qingzhou lost his playmates of the same age, his temper became more and more withdrawn, his eyes were chillingly indifferent, and he didn't have the innocence and liveliness that a child of this age should have.

As for the auction of wasteland in the outskirts of the city, everyone is either expecting it or ignoring it in an orderly manner. Although most of the Zhang family is developing in the business world, they are also involved in the military|political field, and the old man is young. At that time, he was a well-known fortune teller, and he had approved orders for many high-ranking officials, and accumulated many relationships that are inconvenient for outsiders to talk about. Now, although the old lady is old, the residual heat is still there. He won the mediation with various forces, and successfully included the land on the outskirts of the city and the lonely house above it.

On the day when the auction failed, Song Xiuming was so angry that he flipped the table, put his hands behind his back, and walked around the study anxiously.

Yin Shiya pursed her lips and smiled, boldly persuading him: "Xiu Ming, calm down. If you want me to tell you, the Zhang family can take the land. Anyway, it will be returned to us in the end, so let them keep it for a while. Well, as long as Qingzhou is here, I don’t have to worry about the Zhang family’s refusal to submit, don’t forget, he is the grandson of old man Zhang, so you should feel sorry for him no matter what?”

"You're right." Song Xiuming gradually slowed down, looked at the night outside the window, thought for a while, and said with a low laugh, "I'd like to see if that old Zhang family can last a few more days. He's dead, why don't those things be left to Qingzhou, and let them be proud for a few more days."

After obtaining the lonely house with great effort, the Zhang family continued to live a step-by-step life. They did not demolish the house and build a house as the outside world speculated. They did not usually go to the suburbs of the city, as if they had completely forgotten about this matter. thing.

The sunlight brushed over the yellowed parchment and landed on the white and slender fingers. It took many years in a flash. Under the supervision and guidance of Mrs. Zhang, Zhang Shaoheng studied hard every day, comprehended the way of heaven, and learned the classics. Keeping pace with the day, even on par with the old man, it is not impossible to reach a new level in time.

On the day of the [-]th coronation, Mrs. Zhang took off the wrench on his finger and gave it to Zhang Shaoheng. Slowly tells a story of the Zhang family passed down from generation to generation.

"About 300 years ago in the Dayong period, a Taoist genius was born in the Zhang family. It is said that when he was born, the cloudy sky cleared up instantly. The entire capital was shrouded in an indescribable sweet fragrance, which lasted for three days before it slowly dissipated. Even Emperor Wenchang, the king at that time, was amazed. The future is limitless.

The people of Dayong advocated Taoism, and the head of the Zhang family was overjoyed when he heard this, and after careful consideration, he named his youngest son Daoning.

At that time, the Zhang family was originally a famous and noble family, with hairpin tassels for generations, and had a close relationship with those in power. When Daoning ancestors were young, they had the honor to go to the palace with their father for a banquet. Emperor Wenchang saw that he was as cute as a white jade dumpling, so he casually took a few exams. Who would have thought that ancestor Ning answered fluently, word by word, and amazed everyone for a moment. Several celestial masters present at that time couldn't help but praised him, saying that his heart was pure and innocent, and then insisted on accepting him as a disciple.

The ancestors of Daoning entered Xuandu Temple at the age of five, and devoted themselves to practicing for twelve years. At the age of 17, they got a glimpse of the secret. In the following year, there was a severe drought in Cai and Chen provinces, and there was no grain harvest. Self-cultivation, set up a magic circle to pray for rain, and saved countless people from the fire and water.

At that time, people were grateful for the kindness of the ancestors of Daoning, and they personally set up longevity tablets for them. Later, they wrote the book of Wanmin, imploring the emperor to grant rewards, and Emperor Wenchang gave permission. Ancestors Daoning became the youngest national teacher in the history of Dayong before he was a weak crown. , deeply loved by the people, it is said that at that time, if someone said something bad about Ning ancestor after drunk, even the greedy shopkeeper would not dare to keep him, otherwise he would be despised and scolded by everyone the next day, and the whole family would be ashamed ..."

Hearing this story, thinking of ancestor Daoning's demeanor in the past, even Zhang Shaoheng, who has always been pure and ascetic, couldn't help feeling agitated in his heart, and then he felt a little proud, admiringly said: "Ancestor Daoning's noble character is really the ideal of all cultivators. role model!"

Mrs. Zhang also felt the same way: "That's right, the Zhang family should be like the ancestors of Daoning to accumulate blessings and do good deeds to protect the weak and weak, so that we are worthy of the special talents bestowed on us by the gods."

Zhang Shaoheng couldn't bear his curiosity, and urged: "Grandpa, what happened next?"

"Later..." Old Master Zhang paused slightly, pursed his dry lips, and said quietly, "Later he died."

"What?" Zhang Shaoheng was slightly stunned, the painting style changed so quickly, he couldn't accept it for a while.

Old Mrs. Zhang's wrinkled face overflowed with faint confusion, and said softly: "Ancestor Daoning is young and promising, with countless merits. At the age of 20, he showed the image of physical sanctification. Dayong is the ancestor of Daoning who is about to become a fairy. He was happy to become an immortal, but regretted that he lost a national teacher who cared about the world, but on the Qixi Festival of that year, he died suddenly, and his body lay quietly on the ground, no different from any ordinary person who died."

"Have you ever found out the reason?" Zhang Shaoheng asked hastily, his heart tightened.

"I can't find out." The old man Zhang shook his head, "Ancestor Daoning's magic power is so powerful that ordinary people can't do anything to him. As for poisoning him, it seems even more impossible. Ancestor Daoning lived in a royal Taoist temple, and there was a special person responsible for the food. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. Anything goes wrong."

Zhang Shaoheng was silent for a moment, then sighed lowly: "Could it be that Heaven is really jealous of Yingying?"

"Who knows." The old man rubbed his stick slowly, and said in a low voice: "Ancestor Daoning passed away, and everyone in the world was shocked and mourned. The fate of too many people interferes with the operation of the heavenly way, so there will be this catastrophe. After all, the secrets of the heavens cannot be leaked. With this in mind, you must take care of yourself, but if the ancestors of Daoning hadn't accumulated countless merits in the past and shaded future generations, our Zhang family may not be as prominent as it is today."

Zhang Shaoheng poured a cup of tea and handed it to the old man to moisten his throat. Thinking of something, he was puzzled and asked, "Didn't it be said that ancestor Ning entered the Taoist sect when he was young, and was never contaminated by secular fireworks? Where did he come from?" Future generations?"

Old Master Zhang put down the teacup and explained: "You don't know something, Shaoheng. Ancestor Daoning was indeed unmarried all his life, and he was a white jade body until his death, but his eldest brother couldn't bear that ancestor Daoning was childless. There was no one to clean it, so the decision was made to adopt a Taoist boy who had taken care of ancestor Daoning for many years and had a half-teacher friendship with him to ancestor Daoning, and this is how we have our current branch."

Zhang Shaoheng nodded: "So that's the case, ah, by the way, grandpa, where is the ancestor of Daoning buried?" Hearing so many stories about the ancestor of Daoning from the old man, Zhang Shaoheng couldn't help feeling a little admiration, and wanted to go to his grave to pay homage. Say hello.

Unexpectedly, the old man said: "I don't know either. On the day Daoning ancestors were buried, a group of well-dressed warriors with black scarves suddenly descended from the sky and snatched the coffin. It came suddenly, and there were too many people on the street at that time, and the scene was extremely crowded. By the time everyone realized that something was wrong, those masked people had disappeared. In the mouth of the world, Emperor Wenchang ordered the officials to conduct a thorough investigation, but unfortunately there was no progress for some reason, and finally it had to be left alone, and this matter has become one of the great unsolved cases in history.”

As if touched by these words, Mrs. Zhang stopped talking after finishing speaking, grabbed his crutches, and left slowly, leaving Zhang Shaoheng sitting alone in front of the window, looking at the blurred night outside, as if lost.

Time is like running water, and there is no turning back in a hurry.The table in the bedroom was getting higher and higher, and the old professors who came to teach the courses also resigned one by one. Now Song Qingzhou is already old, and he should be at an age of high spirits and ambitions, but he is like a fruit that has been ripened prematurely , with untimely vicissitudes.

Song Xiuming also seemed to be belatedly aware of the failure of his own education methods. Recently, he began to take him to some banquets intentionally or unintentionally, trying to introduce Song Qingzhou to some high-ranking people, so as to expand his network so that he could take over the Song family's property in the future. Grow the family business.

The paradox is that Song Xiuming attaches great importance to power and has a strong desire to control. Even though he is getting older and less energetic than before, he does not show any intention of letting go. Instead, he wants to control Song Qingzhou's life and cultivate him into a As an obedient puppet, he can continue to do his best, so Song Xiuming doesn't like his son showing too much talent with merchants.

After 16 consecutive years of high-intensity brainwashing, Song Qingzhou's autism has become more and more serious, but other than that, he is excellent in other aspects, and his IQ is far above ordinary people. He clearly understands that only by following Song Xiuming's words As a result, he can obtain a short period of tranquility, so he put away his resistance in daily life and behaved very obediently. Anyway, everything is no different to Song Qingzhou.

For some reasons that cannot be announced, Song Xiuming rejected the proposal of others to send Song Qingzhou to study abroad, but it is different from the theoretical knowledge courses in elementary and middle schools. What is more important in universities is interpersonal relationships, practice and social interaction. It is obviously unrealistic to keep people at home for the cultivation of ability. In order to prevent his son from becoming a nerd who doesn't understand anything, Song Xiuming decided to let him go to college.

As for the choice of school, after learning that Zhang Shaoheng had been teaching in the Chinese Department of Nancheng University in this city after graduation, Song Xiuming quickly contacted the principal of Nancheng University, went through all the formalities, and then packed him up and sent him there.

Nancheng University has a long history, strong academic strength, and is well-known at home and abroad. It is a comprehensive university covering many majors, but Song Xiuming is used to autocracy, so he didn't ask Song Qingzhou at all, and directly reported him to Chinese language and literature.

On the day of reporting to school, the sun was so bright that it was dazzling. Song Qingzhou held the notice and watched Ji Boxue running back and forth expressionlessly, with his long sleeves and dancing skills.

Ji Boxue stood together with several hospital leaders and talked freely, laughing heartily from time to time. Song Qingzhou frowned irritably, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he turned and left without saying a word.

As a famous school that has been established for more than a hundred years, the buildings of Nancheng University obviously have the style of the last century. You can see hanging corner eaves with the characteristics of the times everywhere, simple and elegant, and the greening is also done well. Tall trees are planted beside the road. The sycamore tree has dense branches and leaves, and it feels refreshing to look at it in such hot weather.

After so many years of living like a prisoner, Song Qingzhou finally got his freedom. Song Qingzhou walked around, his iceberg-like face softened rarely, but in the next second, someone suddenly walked out from the corner and bumped into him.

"Oops." The man exhaled softly, he became unsteady, and all the things he held in his arms fell down, and he squatted down|quickly to pick them up.

Song Qingzhou watched silently for a while, trying to go around.

The man just stood up, his warm and beautiful face became more and more clear and flawless under the sun, revealing a pair of glass-like tea-brown eyes, his gaze swept across Song Qingzhou's face, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and he said to stop him: "Wait!"

Song Qingzhou pursed his thin lips and looked at him, signaling the man to speak quickly with his eyes.

Seeing Song Qingzhou's attitude, Zhang Shaoheng smiled kindly. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with one hand, and concentrated on studying the other person's facial features, "Are you Qingzhou?"

Song Qingzhou nodded invisibly, but still didn't open his mouth. He neither aroused any curiosity because of Zhang Shaoheng's words, nor did he have the desire to continue chatting.

Zhang Shaoheng smiled as expected, and said happily: "You look a lot like my sister." After a pause, seeing that Song Qingzhou didn't respond, he said again: "Qingzhou doesn't know me yet, right? My name is Zhang Shaoheng, your biological mother Zhang Min is my aunt, according to your seniority, you still have to call me cousin, my grandpa and brother miss you very much, so go back with me some other day..."

Zhang Min?Who is that?

Although the affairs of the Zhang and Song families were full of turmoil back then, it was impossible to say that Song Xiuming liked Zhang Min so much that he would never change his mind. In fact, Song Xiuming quickly threw away the poor woman who died because of him. In the back of his head, and because of Yin Shiya's relationship, no one in the Song family dared to mention the name Zhang Min easily, so Song Qingzhou didn't even know who his biological mother was.

Noticing his expression, Zhang Shaoheng was a little dissatisfied, "Why, didn't Song Xiuming tell you?" The Zhang family simply hated Song Xiuming, so even though Zhang Shaoheng was only a junior, they dared to call him by his name directly.

Song Qingzhou shook his head.

Zhang Shaoheng couldn't help calling out Qu Qu for Zhang Min. He opened his mouth to tell Song Qingzhou everything about the past, but saw Ji Boxue walking quickly not far away, stopped talking quickly, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Song Qingzhou explained very quickly: "When I don't have classes, I often go to the second floor of the library. You can find me there."

While speaking, Ji Boxue had already come in front of the two of them, he smiled at Zhang Shaoheng and said, "Master Heng."

Zhang Shaoheng's smile faded, he nodded politely, turned and left.

As soon as he left, Ji Boxue immediately put away the respectful and kind expression on his face, twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, and said in an interrogating tone: "Why did the young master get mixed up with him?"

Song Qingzhou was silent, but Ji Boxue continued relentlessly: "Young master, don't be fooled by him, the Zhang family is used to acting, but in fact they are ruthless, otherwise they wouldn't have stopped seeing you for so many years, so deal with it They, it's enough for you to look good, don't take it too seriously." Looking at his demeanor, he seems to be very defensive towards the Zhang family.

Although Song Qingzhou was dull and self-closing, he was not stupid in his heart. He gave Ji Boxue a cold look, and quickly left him behind with his long legs.