The capital of dragon state.
Kyoto.
A Rolls Royce drove into an old alley only a few miles away from the power center of the whole dragon Kingdom, and finally slowly stopped in front of an old courtyard.
There are two sentry handles at the gate of the courtyard, armed with live ammunition, which virtually envelops the courtyard with a sense of strictness.
In fact, this old alley is not allowed to enter at all. In the minds of old Kyoto people, they like to call this simple and deep alley General road!
Rolls Royce opened the door, a young woman stepped out of the car, two guards saluted immediately.
The army is solemn and meticulous.
Without any hindrance, the young woman walked straight into the gate of siheyuan, which many feudal officials were afraid of.
It seems that women are not unfamiliar with this courtyard. They skillfully walk through the elegant outer courtyard. As soon as they enter the inner courtyard, a huge ancient ginkgo tree comes into view. It is said that this ginkgo tree has a history of hundreds of years, with luxuriant branches and towering ancient trees.
Next to the ginkgo tree is an artificial pool. A gray haired old man is sitting by the pool fishing. A young man is standing beside him quietly.
The old man was dressed in a white Tang suit and sat on a mahogany rattan chair. He was not tall. On the contrary, he was a little thin against the backdrop of the leafy ginkgo trees. However, song Luoshen, the proud daughter of Song family, unconsciously lightened her steps when she walked past.
Perhaps song Luoshen came too coincidentally, the old man just caught a fish, a koi, but he took the koi off the hook and put it back into the pool with a smile.
It seems that the old man fishing here is not for harvest, but just for fun. Except for a round stool with teapots and cups, there is no fish basket around him.
"Grandfather Li."
When he was five steps away from the old man, song Luo Shen began to shout, with a clever tone.
The old man who had just put the koi back into the pool looked back and said with a smile, "Yo, girl song is here."
At the same time, the man who had been standing beside the old man and watching him fishing didn't seem bored also turned his head.
Sword eyebrow star eye, outstanding, even if standing still, it seems that there is a kind of powerful aura. But when he saw song Luo God, his eyes softened subconsciously, "back."
Song Luo God nodded, and soon looked away from the man who had countless auras.
"Grandfather Li, Luoshen came to see you as soon as he came back to Beijing."
She went to the old man, even in order not to let the old man look up, she also squatted down.
The old man surnamed Li, who had been in the army all his life, held her hand and said with a kind smile: "girl song, I'd like to discuss with old man song and let you pass the door earlier. I have no regrets in my life, but no granddaughter can bear the joys."
Song Luoshen said with a smile: "my grandfather has been criticizing me, saying why I'm not a boy."
"He was born in bliss and didn't know it."
The old man, surnamed Li, turned and looked at the young man standing beside him. "If I exchange Haotian with him, old man song will be anxious with me."
The man named Haotian has a bitter smile.
"Grandfather Li talks nonsense. You are not willing to trade brother Haotian for someone else."
Song Luoshen wrinkled the delicate nose of Yao. This unattainable son of heaven is like a little girl in front of the old man surnamed Li.
The old man, surnamed Li, laughed: "who says I can't bear it? Why don't I make an appointment with old man song tomorrow? Song wench, if your grandfather agrees at that time, you can't break the debt. "
Song Luoshen looked at the young man and said with a smile, "I'm afraid brother Haotian won't agree."
The man named Haotian didn't take over. He said with a bitter smile, "grandfather, it's time to eat."
"Yes, song wench, you come just in time, but today your Aunt Xue cooks in person. You have a good mouth." The old man put down the fishing tackle and stood up slowly with the armrest of the cane chair.
"Aunt Xue's cooking skill is better than that of the chef in the State Guesthouse. I haven't eaten it for a long time."
Song Luo God tone nostalgic way, she and the man called Haotian left and right want to help the old man. But the old man refused.
"Although I'm retired now, I haven't reached the point where I need help when I walk."
The old man insisted on walking on his own. Although his pace was slow, his waist was straight. In a trance, he gave people a kind of iron temperament that was not defeated by years.
Song Luoshen and the man named Haotian looked at each other and didn't insist any more.
Walking into the main hall, the eight immortals table has been filled with all kinds of dishes, with exquisite shape, which makes people have an appetite.
A middle-aged woman put the last plate of Qingjiang fish on the table. When she saw the old man enter the door, she first called her father, and then soon saw song Luoshen, who walked in side by side with a man named Haotian.
"Lo is coming.""Aunt Xue, don't you mind if I come here?" Song Luoshen smiles sweetly, as if she had taken off her noble coat since she entered the courtyard.
"Of course not."
The middle-aged but well maintained woman smiles and shakes her head. She doesn't wear any expensive jewelry, but naturally has a kind of grace and atmosphere. It can't be formed overnight, just like Songluo God, it can only be nurtured by long-term or childhood rich life.
"Auntie would like you to come every day."
With a smile on her face, she waved to song Luo God, "come and sit by my aunt."
"Mom, you and grandpa seem to forget me when God Luo comes."
The man who called Haotian complained with a bitter smile.
"Many adults, even their future daughter-in-law to eat vinegar."
The middle-aged woman named Xue Feng glared at him. When she looked at Song Luoshen, she immediately turned into a bright and kind smile: "Luoshen, don't pay attention to him, come and sit down."
Song Luo God nodded with a smile. From the beginning to the end, he didn't have any unnecessary fluctuation.
They have their own servants.
Song Luoshen sat down between the old man surnamed Li and Xue Feng and looked around: "where's uncle Li?"
"He's still in the military region. I'm afraid he won't come back today. Don't wait for him."
Xue Feng explained, then looked at the old man sitting on the throne, hesitated, and said: "Dad, Luoshen and Haotian are not small, let's Is it time to get ready? "
Song Luoshen's hand holding chopsticks slightly stagnated.
The old man, surnamed Li, nodded, "I also think it's time to talk to old man song about it, but it's a big event for their two younger generations. We have to ask them what they mean first."
Seeing his mother's and grandfather's eyes, Li Haotian, the eldest son of the Li family, is well deserved to be the top young man in Kyoto. He looks at Song Luoshen affectionately: "I listen to Luo Shen."
Xue Feng glared at him fiercely, only to look at Song Luo God.
Song Luoshen lowered his head and said in a soft voice, "it's all up to your grandfather."
Xue Feng's eyes brightened. Without waiting for her to speak, Li Kaijiang, the pillar of the Li family, who once ruled the whole army, said with a smile: "then it seems that I have to visit old man song some time."
After a happy meal, Li Kaijiang goes back to his room to have a rest under the reminder of the special nurse. Li Haotian is sent to song Luoshen by his mother.
"What's the result of your trip to the East China Sea?"
Walking in the courtyard, Li Haotian, who can be called the leader of the young generation of the Dragon Kingdom, said softly that his eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at Song Luoshen.
Song Luoshen stroked his hair, "as expected, there was no accident."
"Donghai is the best city to create miracles."
Li Haotian sighed lightly, and then asked casually, "you didn't meet any interesting things or people there?"
Song Luoshen was silent, and finally nodded, with an inexplicable tone: "I met a very special person."
Li Haotian said with a smile: "Luoshen thinks it's special, so I should find a chance to meet him."
"I really should."
Looking at the simple and heavy red gate in front of him, song Luoshen whispered: "after all, he is not a passer-by It's homecoming. "