What Song Ci didn't expect was that Old Master Song would be the first to come to Chunhui Hall, and he also brought two concubines with him.

"What are you calling me?" Old Master Song sat carelessly on the other side of the Arhat bed, glanced at Song Ci. When he saw this, he unconsciously sat upright again, with a look of worry.

The old woman is older and older than she meets each other, as if she is about to leave at any time.

When Mr. Song thought of this, his heart felt like he was hit hard by a muffled punch, and he felt a little sad.

"It's good to rest if you have nothing to do. Eat more supplements. Look at your face, even the old ones can't look at it." Old Master Song said awkwardly.

Song Ci was enjoying the diligent service of her two concubines. Hearing this, she glanced at him strangely, "Oh, the sun came out from the west, and she actually heard the concern from it?"

"Of course there is something wrong, let's talk about it when the children arrive." Song Ci was too lazy to fight against him and wasted saliva.

Old Master Song was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what he thought of, but he calmed down and stared blankly at the tea in his hand.

Song Zhiyuan and others arrived one after another. When they saw more and more people, the former's face was dripping with gloomy and his lips were pursed into a straight line.

Brother Dan snatched in front of the fourth uncle and sat quickly next to Song Ci, hugged her arm, pressed her fingers quietly on her wrist, and her handsome eyebrows sank.

Song Ci patted his head and hugged his shoulders.

"All people are all?"

Song Zhiyuan glanced at the people in the room and asked, "Mom, what are you asking?"

"It's nothing else. Even if my mother is old, she's confused for a lot of time. I'm afraid that one day I will suddenly lose all your recognition. Today, I'll take advantage of my mind to be clear and I'll give you a share of the private house I saved."

Song Zhiyuan felt ache in his heart and knelt down: "Mom, you don't have to."

As soon as he knelt down, all the people in the room, except Mr. Song, knelt down, and their eyes were shallow, and they were already crying in tears.

This old man has a private house, and who is not going to leave the family to give his descendants this private dowry? Now Song Ci wants to share her things. Wouldn't he feel that she has no time?

I knew in my heart that it was the same thing that the old lady was counting days, but when it was really time for the old lady to feel that she was not good, it was another heartbreaking pain.

Old Master Song's hands were already shaking, and he looked at the person beside him, his eyes blurred. He turned his head and lowered his head and said silently.

"Look at you, you're all kneeling and doing something, get up quickly." Song Ci said: "I'm not dead yet, I'm just giving you things while I'm awake. This is a matter of time. I'll share everything while I'm still counting."

Song Zhiyuan said: "Mom, we don't want your stuff, so you just keep it yourself."

"You are talking nonsense, I keep it. Can I still take it to the coffin?" A few years later, wouldn't it be a cheaper tomb robber?

"mother."

"grandmother."

Everyone cried again.

"Don't cry. Before you cry, get up quickly, otherwise I will be angry." Song Ci pretended to be stern.

Song Zhiyuan wiped the corners of his eyes and stood up, not forgetting to get Song Zhicheng into it.

Come on, both of these parents got up, and the rest could only get up.

Song Ci was satisfied and said, "You guys don't have to feel unlucky. I'll share this private room to leave a memory for you, otherwise I'll keep it and take it to the coffin, and you're not afraid, I'm afraid of tomb robbers digging my grave."

Everyone: "..."
Chapter completed!