The family dinner that gathered together ended, Song Ci wanted to resettle, and everyone went back to their courtyards, and only the men in the family moved to Song Zhiyuan's study to speak.

Compared to the joyfulness when I was in Chunhui Hall, the atmosphere in the study was heavier than ever.

Song Zhiyu asked his boss with a calm face: "Brother, I really have no choice in my body?"

Song Lingzhao also looked at his uncle with a long eye and said with anticipation: "Uncle, can you still invite this famous doctor in the world to treat his grandmother."

Song Zhiyuan raised his eyes, looked at the two of them, and said, "As early as when I was promoted to the stage, my mother had already walked around in front of the gate of hell. In the past ten years, she has earned it."

He spoke calmly, but his tone was filled with unpredictable sadness.

He was unwilling to find this doctor to treat Song Ci, because Song Ci's foundation was empty. As Cheng and his colleagues said, there is no cure for old age and illness.

Song Zhiyu's face turned pale, she stood up, looked at Song Zhiyuan buzzily, opened her mouth, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Damn, have you really counted the days?

Song Lingzhao also pursed his lips and fists coldly.

In the study room, the atmosphere became heavier.

"Mom, I understand her body best. Otherwise, how could I call you all back?" Song Zhiyuan sighed and said, "Next year, she will be sixty-seven years old. Even if it is true, it is..."

When he said this, his throat was even more choked, he stood up and turned his back, looking at a picture of the words on the wall.

Seeing this, everyone was in a state of great difficulty. Song Zhiyu was a slutty person since she was a child. Even though he was already a father now, he was prone to being shallow and started crying directly.

"Woooo, mom, she's so bitter." Song Zhiyu told the troubles of his mother over the years with tears. Although she looked a little funny, she made the eyes of the men in the room moist.

After a while, Song Zhiyuan said: "Mom's body is a day of life. Since you are all back, spend more time with her and don't act like she is sad."

"Um."

No matter how cruel the reality is, you have to cry and accept it.

"Zhao'er, you should get married this time. Your third uncle's filial piety period has not passed, so you have to settle the person first. If your grandmother is lucky enough to get married before she leaves, it would be a pity." Song Zhiyuan looked at Song Lingzhao, who looked rough again.

This child has truly become a soldier, with a strong temperament and a strong temperament. If he really wants to show his momentum, he will be powerful without being angry and can scare the child to cry.

Song Zhiyuan was a little relieved. In just a few years, he could reach the sixth rank, so how much military achievements and contributions would be saved.

I believe Song Lingzhao has suffered a lot over the years.

Song Lingzhao also knew that it was impossible to be a bachelor all the time. In fact, there were many people in the northwest who wanted to be a matchmaker for him, especially some of them, but he pushed them over with other arrangements at home.

He is the son of the Song family and the head of the Song family, but he followed the martial arts. If he had a position in the future, he would be in opposition. He would have to listen to his uncle and even his brother's opinions.

Song Lingzhao stood up and bowed, "But it's up to uncle and father to decide. There is only one thing that I have to go back to the northwest. In the future, my wife will have to follow me? If a girl with a delicate body, I'm afraid she can't stand the weather in the northwest."

When asking for a wife, he wanted his wife and children to be warm on the bed. He never thought that he would leave his wife at home and stay at home to stay in the empty room as soon as he got married.

Song Zhiyuan nodded and said, "This is the reason."
Chapter completed!