Father and Son Talk

Song Zhiyuan didn't hear the crying sounds coming from the main room behind him. He paused, and the moment of hesitation finally formed a sigh and overflowed from his throat.

After leaving the main courtyard, he walked to Song Lingsu's agarwood pavilion.

The Agarwood Pavilion does not plant many flower trees like other courtyards, but only a huge sycamore tree, which is very simple.

Song Zhiyuan raised his hand to stop the servants from spreading the message and walked into the main house by himself.

The most common houses in Song Lingsu were not expensive antique vases, but books, and various precious calligraphy and paintings. There was a faint fragrance of ink in the room. A desk was placed in the place where the arhat bed should have rested, and the four treasures of the study were placed.

Next to the desk is a beautiful couch, and there is a large floor-to-ground bookcase next to the beautiful couch.

The fragrance of books is elegant.

He knew that there would be more books on the second floor, Chenxiangxie, just a small study.

Song Lingsu came down from the second floor and took a book of You Zhi in his hand. When he saw Song Zhiyuan, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly walked down and hid the book behind him.

But it is impossible to hide, he has to pay tribute.

After throwing the book on a stack of books at will, Song Lingsu bowed and delivered a filial piety to Song Zhiyuan: "I have seen my father, why have you come?"

In his tone, he was a little cautious.

Song Zhiyuan sighed in his heart and said with a smile: "No gift."

Song Lingsu stood up straight. After turning over the years, he had grown much taller, and his face became more elegant and gentle than his tenderness before.

The boy has grown up.

Song Zhiyuan's hand couldn't help but fall on his head.

Song Lingsu was shocked and subconsciously wanted to dodge. When he saw his surprise, he stretched his head back, and felt a little secretly happy in his heart.

Seeing this, Song Zhiyuan laughed and rubbed his head.

Song Lingsu also laughed and said happily: "Father, do you want to drink tea?"

"good."

Song Lingsu went to make tea himself. When he turned around with the tea, his father had already picked up the book You Zhi to read, and was shocked.

"Father, you drink tea." He served tea with respectful hands.

Song Zhiyuan took it and said, "Why do you still read this kind of book?"

Song Lingsu said ah, "I saw it by chance at the bookstore. I flipped through it a few times and found it interesting, so I bought it back." He explained, "Father, I only read it in my spare time."

"It's okay, my father reads all kinds of books when he was as old as you, regardless of the folk songs."

Song Lingsu was surprised: "Take it serious?"

"Of course, it's just that our family declined at that time and we didn't have much money to buy books like we are now."

"How did my father do it? You are also well-read."

"Go to the bookstore to copy books, you can practice calligraphy, earn money, and read books, and you can kill three birds with one stone." Song Zhiyuan also missed his childhood.

A hint of admiration and respect rose in Song Lingsu's eyes, and he said with a little ashamed: "I am not as good as my father."

He just reached out to buy it, and he didn't make a penny of money by himself.

"What you enjoy now is the planting of trees by the predecessors, so that the descendants of the present can enjoy the cool air." Song Zhiyuan looked at his eldest son and said, "Su'er, everyone is a predecessor, and so are you. As long as you make achievements for your family, your descendants will also enjoy what you enjoy now, as you said today, and will even become richer. As long as the Song family soars and never falls."

Song Ling was solemn and calm.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at him and asked, "Your third brother was chosen to be a companion for the emperor and the fifth son. What do you think? Are there any regrets and injustice?"
Chapter completed!