Song Miao lit three sticks of incense for me. I held them, knelt on the futon, bowed three times, said a few words to express my longing, and then inserted the incense into the incense bowl.

"Well, sister, this is my appreciation for being a classmate." I took out a wad of cash that I had prepared in advance from my pocket, and deliberately showed the thickness to Chen Lu.

It's 10,000 yuan, not 5,000 yuan. This makes me look more generous, and I don't need to explain why I want to pay back the money.

Chen Lu nodded approvingly and quietly gave me a thumbs up, praising me for my ability to do things.

Song Miao refused several times, but was persuaded by Chen Lu to accept.

After paying homage to Song Lei, we came to the living room. Song Miao made tea for me and Chen Lu. I took the opportunity to ask, "Sister, where are the rest of your family members?"

Chen Lu took over the conversation and said: "Brother Lei's parents left early, so they are the only two brothers and sisters who depend on each other."

Song Miao nodded, her expression quite calm. After all, her brother had been dead for four years and would not touch the scene again.

"Then what do you live on now? Do you have enough expenses?" I asked. She was only eighteen years old and should still be in high school.

"That's enough," Song Miao said shyly. "My brother died on the job. Their work unit gave me a pension of three million. In addition, my brother saved more than one million. Sister Lulu helped me get a bank account."

Financial management - I don't know much about it. Anyway, I don't have to touch the principal, and I will get more than 10,000 yuan in interest every month, which is enough for my education and daily expenses."

Chen Lu nodded: "Well, my dad knows the top leader of their Fucheng Bank and opened an account specifically for her. Don't worry, Chengfeng, it's safe. When Miaomiao graduates from University, I will return the principal to her in one go.

Save her from being deceived by bad people."

"You're a classmate, it's really interesting." I said with a smile.

"We are classmates and fellow villagers. We have always had a good relationship. What we should do is mainly because Song Lei and his company are very loyal. There are not many companies that can give three million in pensions now." Chen Lu said.

"Where was he employed during his lifetime?" I asked.

"What is it called...Jiuxian Cave Management Committee?" Chen Lu looked at Song Miao inquiringly, and Song Miao nodded and said yes.

It seems that the tombstone I saw on the mountain last night is also real. The person who erected the tombstone is the Jiuxian Cave Management Committee.

Wait, that’s not right. Shouldn’t the Jiuxian Cave Management Committee be in the same group as Hanyin Temple?

Song Lei's identity is "Ye Bu Shu" and he is the "enemy" of Jiuxian Cave.

"Who sent the pension? Do you still have any impressions?" I asked Song Miao.

"She is a very tall and beautiful elder sister. She said she is my brother's colleague."

"Does it look a bit like Liu Yan?" I gestured to my chest and held it up.

Song Miao was confused: "Who is Liu Yan?"

I took out WeChat on my phone and found the photos in my circle of friends to show her.

"Yes, that's right, this is my sister. Do you know her, Brother Ang?"

Chen Lu also came over to take a look: "Oh, it's so big!"

It's not that Chen Lu is young, she is also very proud, but Shen Xingyue's is a bit too high.

Now I understand what's going on. Song Lei is not a member of the Jiuxian Cave Management Committee at all. Shen Xingyue felt guilty because she killed Song Lei, so she deceived Song Miao, who was not familiar with the world, and said he belonged to her brother.

Colleagues, in the name of the fictitious Jiuxiandong Management Committee, sent a pension. Otherwise, how could the amount be so high? Even serious state-owned enterprises do not have this kind of treatment.

I still haven't forgotten the purpose of my trip, so I changed the topic and asked to go to Song Lei's room to see him and see him.

Song Miao took me to the east room, which is a bedroom and study room, and its main function is the study room.

There are many books on the antique bookshelf, most of them are thread-bound ancient books, and there are even a few Manchu books. The quality is very valuable. It seems that Song Lei spent a lot of effort to study Yaoyao and followed him.

For example, my ten-question sticky note is just a drop in the bucket.

I just don’t know where Song Lei and Yaoyao came from, and whether they have experienced the same dream as me... Thinking of this, I am actually a little jealous!

Song Miao's cell phone rang: "Brother Ang, you watch first, I'll go out and take a call."

"Okay." I said.

After Song Miao left, I looked along the L-shaped bookshelf and had no idea where to start.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of a small bookshelf on the desk, with about ten books on it. There were no titles on the spines, only numbers from one to ten.

He took out a book and opened it. It was not a book, but Song Lei's diary!

I feel like I have found a treasure, who can a serious person write a diary! But I didn’t expect that this guy still has the ancient habit of writing a diary! The diary is a very private document. Song Lei’s records about Yaoyao will most likely be in the diary!


Chapter completed!