Seeing him like this, Qian Zhi felt that Song Qishen's peacock-spreading breath came over him again.

She followed closely and was really surprised, "Is it a fishing ground in Norway?"

Song Qishen nodded. Mr. Song's health completely collapsed this year. A few years ago, when the old man was still recuperating, he was still in good spirits. He invested in fishing grounds and large tracts of pastoral land here.

In the last company bidding meeting, the overseas department naturally listed this department.

Song Qishen asked Assistant Xia to find out the details.

The location of the fishing ground he purchased was different from that of Mr. Song.

What Song Qishen is interested in is the North Sea fishing ground near the fjords of Norway. It covers a wide area and can be used for surfing on yachts.

He plans to donate part of the annual profits from the fishery to the World Red Cross in Qianzhi’s English name.

"Then what you mean is that we can go fishing at the beach?" Qian Zhi saw that he still had his eyes closed tightly and shook his arm.

However, Song Qishen still looked indifferent and did not move.

Qianzhi became curious, "But we are only going to Norway once. How will you use it after buying it?"

Only then did Song Qishen notice it. He slowly opened his eyes and spoke in a casual tone, as if talking about the weather, "It's for old age."

Qian Zhi: “…………”

She tried hard not to laugh, "So are you thinking about that long time ago?"

"Well, there is an island here that the old man bought in the name of the Song family. When we get old, we can come here."

As Song Qishen spoke, he looked out the car window, his eyes passing over the low and precise huts.

"This time we can take a yacht and go fishing in the deep sea." He continued.

Not knowing what he thought of, Song Qishen looked away, and Obsidian's pupils locked her tightly, "You said you wanted a big sea when you were a child, do you remember?"

When did she say this? Maybe it was too long in her memory and she forgot.

But the look in Song Qishen's eyes was actually a little eager.

Qian Zhi was confused and nodded, "Well..."

"That can be regarded as the fulfillment of your long-cherished wish?" When Song Qishen heard this, his voice rose slightly and he raised an eyebrow, looking particularly happy.

Qian Zhi just looked at him, feeling warm in her heart for no reason.

Who else would keep in mind what she said when she was a child? Even she herself has long forgotten it.

Thinking of this, Qianzhi picked up one of his hands, followed it with her own small palm, and then interlocked her five fingers, holding his tightly.

Song Qishen's knuckles were clear and slightly cool, and the bones of his slender, jade-like hands were clear. Qian Zhi was pinched, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

The girl raised the hands they were holding together, brought them close to her, and then squeezed them hard, "Then do you still have a wish? I'll buy you what you want."

Song Qishen withdrew his hand calmly, "My wish has long since disappeared."

"ah?"

"Didn't you spend all your bonus?" Song Qishen pursed his lips after saying this, as if he was about to close his eyes again.

Qian Zhi let go of his hand and tried her best to open his eyelids, "——Hey, don't sleep!"

Song Qi took her deeply into his arms, turned his head slightly to the side, turned his face away from her, avoiding her disturbing hands, and asked in a low voice, "Are you brave now? It's your turn, are you so confident?"

"You are the one who is confident." Qianzhi was carried over by him and leaned on his shoulder. "The bonus is all spent this time, but I can win back more bonuses in the future."

Then, it seemed like they had agreed to something.

"All my bonuses will be given to you." Qian Zhi said, secretly scratching his palm.

"That's a bit good."

Song Qishen patted the girl's head like a reward, and the previous coldness completely disappeared.

In such a daze, Qian Zhi thought her previous memory was confused.

Why does this person change his face so quickly, just like in Peking Opera?

The place where Mr. Song recuperates is in a small building near a lake and a mountain. During normal recuperation, a private family doctor will come over.

That is a professional team. Over the years, they have exhausted all their resources and only looked after Mr. Song.

In fact, Mr. Song's condition has been well suppressed and controlled, and it was not until this year that he relapsed. While undergoing various recuperations, the disease suddenly appeared like a tornado.

He has been holding on to his body, working hard when he was young, and working hard in middle age. When he got really old, he didn't get much rest. It seems that he has been overworked in this life, his body's defenses have collapsed, and his insides have long been rotten.

Grandma Song passed away many years ago, and he did not remarry. Before, there were people around her to keep her company, but now, there is no one to talk to.

The old man is essentially a man of his word and a resolute character. He doesn't let his children or juniors accompany him, he just lives alone.

Previously, Song Qishen took over the entire Song family from the uncles of the Song family who were in charge of it, and settled the marriage issue, which relieved the heavy burden in his heart.

According to the doctor's latest observations, his health is showing signs of improvement.

At the very least, my spirits are much better than before.

When Qian Zhi followed Song Qishen into the small building, Song's father and mother were already there. When they saw the two coming over, they spoke softly and their tone slowed down.

"Zhizhi, your parents haven't arrived yet. You and your brother should go upstairs first." Gu Wanwan pulled the two of them over and continued, "The old man was still sleeping just now. I heard that you are almost here. Why?

I don’t want to lie down anymore.”

Song Qishen was walking in front, but after being pulled over by Song's mother, he turned sideways and stretched out an arm towards her.

"Okay, let's go up now." Qian Zhi responded, quickly took a few steps forward, and naturally took Song Qishen's hand.

"Your father and I have been here just now, now I leave it to you." Mother Song watched them go upstairs and gave instructions.

Qian Zhi recalled Song's mother's words, turned around and asked Song Qishen softly, "Is Grandpa okay now?"

"It's better than at the beginning of the year." Song Qishen opened the door and pushed Qian Zhi into the room first.

The ward was filled with a bitter smell, the window eaves were covered with vines, and green plants and succulents were placed high and low on the balcony that extended outward.

Looking out from the balcony, one can see tracts of coniferous forest and light blue lakes in the distance.

On the classic brown wood canopy bed, Mr. Song was half leaning on the bedside, looking at the two of them and smiling.

Qian Zhi took the initiative to step forward and called, "Grandpa."

"Hey...hey...Zhizhi..." Mr. Song's posture was no longer upright, his majesty disappeared, leaving only kindness.

He called out several times, with a pleased and long tone.

But after all, he is old and suffering from ailments. Although his health has gotten better recently, his complexion also shows signs of aging.

Mr. Song's voice was no longer clear.

The tall man with a particularly hearty smile in the compound before was finally unable to resist time and was completely crushed by the passage of life.

Qianzhi didn't know why, but she felt her voice was choked. She tried her best to be calm, "Well, grandpa, I'm here."

"As she grows up, she becomes even more beautiful." Mr. Song held her hand, unwilling to let go, and looked at it carefully.

Then, Mr. Song raised his eyes to look at Song Qishen behind her, then turned his eyes back and asked, "Is he okay with you?"

Qianzhi nodded without any hesitation.

Mr. Song took a long breath and asked, "Are you tired when you came here? Are you still scared when you hear the sound when flying?"

Qianzhi knew what he meant, "When you grow up, you won't be afraid anymore."

When I was a child, in the compound, when an airplane was gliding in the sky above, it would make a loud, shrill noise.

If Qian Zhi heard it at that time, she would definitely find a shelter to hide and cover her ears.

"That's good, you come sit here with grandpa and listen to me talk to your brother Qi Shen."

Mr. Song coughed, and after pulling Qian Zhi over, he waved to Song Qishen.

The two of them talked about some sparse and ordinary topics, but due to inertia, Mr. Song finally asked Song Qishen too much about the Song family.

After that, Mr. Song already looked extremely tired, a little unable to hold on, and looked drowsy.

Song Qishen called the family doctor and did not disturb him again. After settling the old man, he and Qian Zhi left the room together.

Both of them were in a state of confusion, but Qian Zhi suddenly felt a little sad.

Paddling deeply and shallowly.

She felt her nose was sore and her emotions had nowhere to hide.

Before coming, Qian Zhi heard Song's mother and Song Qishen say that the old man's health had improved and his mentality was more stable than before.

She breathed a sigh of relief and came to visit with the idea that the old man would become more and more stable.

But after not seeing him for many years, Mr. Song was a little weaker than Qian Zhi imagined. His hair was white all over his temples, his figure was no longer handsome, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

If this is considered an improvement, then the body before has indeed collapsed.

"I feel that grandpa's condition is much more serious than what you said before." Qian Zhi sniffed and turned to look at Song Qishen beside her.

He looked at her for a long time before slowly saying, "Dabao, you have to know that this old man is no longer young."

"You understand the truth..." Qian Zhi said in a low voice.
To be continued...