After hearing Mr. Song’s explanation, Yu Bo focused without hesitation: “Master, don’t worry, I must remember what you explained!”
Mr. Song then felt relieved. Then, he waved his hand powerlessly and said, "Old Yu, I'm a little tired. You go and do your business, I'll take a rest."
Yu Bo said nervously: "Master, why don't you go to the bedroom to rest, I'll guard the living room outside, otherwise I'm really worried..."
Mr. Song smiled bitterly and asked him: "Are you afraid that you will not be with me when they drugged me?"
"Yes..." Yu Bo's eyes turned red and he said seriously: "Master, Master Ye is very powerful, but I am afraid of something happening in this kind of thing..."
Mr. Song smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, since some things have exceeded your control, you must be confident and bold in handing them over to a more capable person, and then believe that person wholeheartedly."
As he said that, Mr. Song said again: "It's like you just started playing skydiving. Before you accumulate enough skydiving, you must be led by the coach. Every time you jump off the plane, you will not be able to grasp your fate.
In your own hands, but in the hands of the coach behind you, what you have to do at this time is to leave your life to him with confidence and boldness, so that professionals can do professional things.”
Yu Bo knew that the professional person he was talking about was Master Ye Chen, so he nodded slightly and said, "Master, then I will do what you said."
Mr. Song nodded, then nodded slightly, and instructed: "After going out, you should do whatever you should do. If you don't call you, or if there is nothing important, don't come to me."
Yu Bo hurriedly said, "Okay, then you can rest for a while, I'll go out!"
Mr. Song waved his hand and sighed: "Oh...go!"
After Yu Bo left, Mr. Song kept watching his son who had been raising him for fifty years in front of the monitor.
The more he watched, the more he felt that the man in the video became more unfamiliar.
In the video, Song Tianming was repeatedly playing with a potion in his hand. His expression was not hesitant at this moment, but he was obviously excited and unable to control himself.
Mr. Song's heart was so depressed that he became more and more sure that his son had almost no attachment or kindness to him.
An hour later, Song Tianming, who had long been unable to hold back, could no longer sit still.
He didn't want to wait any longer, so he got up and went to the kitchen.
The chef, as he told him, had already simmered the bird's nest of rock sugar on low heat.
As soon as Song Tianming came, he asked, "Have the bird's nest prepared for the master been stewed?"
The chef hurriedly said, "I have to wait ten minutes after going back to the eldest master."
Song Tianming waved his hand: "No more waiting. The old man is hungry and needs something to eat to replenish his energy. Just serve me a bowl and I will deliver it to the old man myself."
The chef did not dare to disobey, so he hurriedly put a bowl out, carefully put it into the tray, and said to Song Tianming: "Master, the bowl is very hot, please be careful."
Song Tianming nodded, then took the tray and went back to his room first.
After returning to the room, he took out the medicine he had prepared long ago and added all the medicine liquid into the bird's nest that night.
When Mr. Song saw this scene, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
At this time, he was the only one in the study room. He couldn't help but say to himself: "Tianming, the relationship between you and me for fifty years has been broken from today to the end! All the past, from today to the passing clouds, you blow it away
, it was completely dispersed!"
Then, he stood up, turned off the monitoring system, and restored the study to its original form.
Then, the software authorized to the internal monitoring system was completely deleted from the mobile phone.
From now on, he is ready to follow Ye Chen's words and follow the plan completely.