Chapter 109 112: A man in his forties has a flower
"Well, why is it so hard to find?" Yu Wushuang saw his hesitation.
"A little bit, now even those who have some cultivation are high-spirited and unwilling to sign the deed of betrayal."
"There is no need to sign the deed of sale. We only sign the year and the price can be raised higher." Even she couldn't stand the rigid requirements of the deed of sale.
"Year? Is this possible?" Uncle Song was confused.
"Well, if Uncle Song doesn't understand, I can write you a list later."
Uncle Song nodded when he heard this: "It's just right. Look, I'm old and confused. I can't keep up with my pace."
"Uncle Song, don't say that. You are the most sincere to the Song family. It's time for you to rest at your age." Yu Wushuang remembered that Uncle Song seemed to be over sixty.
"Third...Third Miss, please don't, I can still work..." Uncle Song was shocked and knelt on the ground shaking his hands.
"Uncle Song, what are you doing?" Yu Wushuang was stunned and hurriedly helped him up.
"Three Miss, although I am old, I can still work. If I leave the Song family, I don't know where to go." Uncle Song has stayed in the Song family for most of his life and has long regarded the Song family as his own.
Yu Wushuang suddenly understood after hearing this, and immediately smiled and said: "Uncle Song, where do you want to go? I mean that you have worked hard for the Song family for half your life. From now on, you will raise flowers and birds at home, and let the young man do the rest."
Do it.”
"This...how can this be done?"
"Why not? Uncle Song is also our elder. It is not appropriate to support you in your old age."
"Third Miss." Uncle Song called, with tears in his eyes.
He had been childless all his life, and suddenly someone said that he wanted to provide for him in his old age. That feeling shocked his heart.
People like them, who were sold into a house, didn't ask for much in life, and they were content with having someone to die with.
"Unparalleled."
Song Qian came slowly with a cane.
"Dad, why did you get out of bed?" Yu Wushuang came up to greet him.
"The weather is so good, I can stay there, and the ointment you gave me is really good. After using it, the wound doesn't hurt anymore." Song Qian said and moved his arm.
"No matter how good the ointment is, it will take three or four days. I'll help you go over and sit down for a while." Yu Wushuang's brows and eyes were filled with warmth.
Uncle Song wiped his eyes and called out: "Master."
"Uncle Song, why are your eyes so red?" Song Qian asked.
"this……"
"I said that I wanted to provide for Uncle Song in his old age. Uncle Song was so moved that he cried." Yu Wushuang held his arm and raised her head with a smile and narrowed her eyes.
Song Qian laughed when he heard this: "If you want to take care of yourself in old age, it's your father's turn. Then it's your little girl's turn."
"I also want to show my filial piety."
"You are a human spirit." Song Qian raised his hand and tapped her forehead with a smile, then looked at Uncle Song and said, "Uncle Song, you are getting old, you really should rest."
The tears that Uncle Song finally wiped away became sore again.
"I...I'll check in the kitchen to see if lunch is ready."
Uncle Song wiped his face and turned around quickly.
No matter how difficult it was in the past, it feels worth it at this moment. He is really lucky.
Seeing this, Song Qian shook his head and chuckled: "You are so thin-skinned at this age. Half your life has passed in the blink of an eye, and I am getting old too."
"Dad is still young. Everyone says that a man in his forties has a good time." Yu Wushuang shook her head and said it seriously.
"Pfft, you are the only one who talks about flowers." Song Qian was helpless.
"I'm telling the truth." Yu Wushuang didn't praise Xutou at all. Song Qian was only thirty-nine, and he was pretty handsome.