After being dressed as cannon fodder, I tear up the script

I stayed at Song Ying's house for two days, and on the third day at the dinner table, Song Ying said, "I told my grandfather yesterday that you are going home, come back with me tomorrow if you are free?"

"Okay."

Song Jingxi nodded, feeling a little nervous inside.

Song Jingxi has been out of the society for two years. Going to work is like going to the execution ground. Although it is not as exaggerated as it is on TV, those little tricks of intrigue are not without existence.

Song Jingxi can learn the ways of the world within two years. Since everyone in the Song family is so powerful, they must be able to notice the changes in themselves.

Song Ying, he...he seems to love the original owner too much, and he can tolerate everything.

In his eyes, whatever he did was right, Song Jingxi had a deep understanding of this in the past two days, so he could feel a little more relaxed in front of Song Ying.

But is it too late to say that I have amnesia?

No no no, definitely not.

"Grandpa, you don't have to take it to heart when he said to drive you out," Song Ying saw that he was absent-minded, and reminded him aloud, "You will follow me tomorrow. You can recognize what grandpa says, but don't worry about it." Stop talking back like you used to."

Song Jingxi nodded obediently.

The afterglow of the setting sun hits the balcony extending outside the floor-to-ceiling windows impartially, dividing the balcony in two.

Half yin, half yang.

Song Jingxi leaned on the railing, the weak sunlight and cold wind falling on his body made the temperature messy.

The distant street scene, shrouded in light pink and warm yellow, is immersed in a quiet and peaceful environment, isolated from the criss-crossing vehicles on the surrounding roads, just as out of place with this world.

Song Jingxi rubbed his hands, turned and went back to the room.

Winter nights always come quickly, and it is almost dark around five o'clock.

When Song Jingxi went downstairs to pour water, he heard Song Ying's voice coming from the study next door. He didn't know who he was talking to. His voice was a bit loud when he was usually gentle.

Song Jingxi paused, wondering if he should care about him, but soon Song Ying's voice stopped abruptly.

The next moment, Song Ying came out of the study, the irritability on his face had not yet subsided, and Song Jingxi took a complete look at him.

"Ah, Xiaoxi... did my brother disturb you?"

"No, no," Song Jingxi was not very good at comforting others, and handed him the water he just received, "Brother, drink some water."

Song Ying looked into Song Jingxi's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and thanked him with a smile.

This incident was like an episode between the two of them. When Song Jingxi saw Song Ying the next day, the other party returned to his usual appearance.

After Song Jingxi returned to his room last night, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, so he searched all night about the Song family.

Fortunately, the Song family is considered a wealthy family, and by looking for information on the Internet, you can see some clear relationship diagrams. When he returned to the Song family's old house today, he could recognize about half of the people.

It's just that there are many people in the wealthy family, and the seven aunts and eight aunts, I remember his head is getting big.

I think the complexity of the college entrance examination back then was nothing more than that.

Today Song Jingxi was dressed in white, clean and refreshing, with a bright yellow scarf around his neck, which matched his complexion very well.

It made his eyes more agile, making him pleasing to the eye.

The Song family's old house is in a remote suburb, and Song Jingxi, who has gained some confidence, is not so nervous now.

Song Ying kept talking to him on the way, and finally told him, "Don't be so nervous."

Song Jingxi nodded, looking at Song Ying who was more nervous than himself, he was a little confused.

The car drove straight forward for more than half an hour, passed a 20-meter-long bridge, and stopped in a huge villa garden.

Song Jingxi had never seen such a big house in his life, it traversed tens of meters of gardens and twisted around without seeing the end at a glance.

Standing where he was, he could only see a sharp point protruding from the roof covered by big trees in the distance.

This is home?

What kind of castle is this?

Song Jingxi followed closely behind Song Ying, and passed a large fountain with a diameter of about eight meters. The sound of water rushing rang from his ears, and the white waves turned into fine foam. His heart calmed down a little.

The castle... No, the house is a combination of Chinese and Western structures. The unicorn lion at the entrance is majestic and majestic, and the Roman columns in the hall leading directly to the beams are magnificent.

Facing the entrance of the living room is the senior staircase leading to the second floor.

The interior decoration is not like a place for normal people to live in, and the hall is so wide that you can almost play football in a team.

If it wasn't for the carpet on the ground, Song Jingxi almost wondered if he stepped down, and the echoes would be heard all around.

Song Jingxi saw Song Changan sitting on the sofa in the hall on the right hand side, and there were several middle-aged men and women sitting with him.

When he entered the room, their eyes glanced at him together.

Some are contemptuous, some are disdainful, some are watching the show, and they don't hide it at all.

Song Jingxi could almost tell from their gazes what kind of status the original owner was in the Song family.

Waste can be bullied so much, this seems to be a consensus reached by everyone.

To survive in this world, the Song family is a breakthrough point.

Song Jingxi straightened his back in their eyes, ignoring everyone's probing eyes, he only said to Song Chang'an, "Grandpa, I'm back."