When he was in the disaster area, Song Bingwen took care of him.
Moreover, after he escaped from Shenxian Mountain, Song Bingwen sent people to take good care of him.
In addition, when he was leaving, Mr. Song Chengsheng gave him 100,000 yuan as payment.
So Qin Fan had to go there due to emotions and reasons.
Suddenly he nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, Brother Wen, I'll be there on time tomorrow."
"Okay, then it's settled, brother," Song Bingwen chuckled before hanging up the phone.
Qin Fan put the phone in his pocket and saw the bamboo pole move. Qin Fan immediately pulled it up and a fish hung up.
After putting the fish into the bucket, Qin Fan dropped the hook, then took out the Shangqing Heart Sutra and read it.
More than an hour later.
Qin Fan collected his pole and went home.
As usual, except for two fish, Qin Fan distributed the remaining fish to the children in the village.
After arriving home, Cuilan took out the knife and handed it to Qin Fan, who began to peel the fish.
His father, Qin Zhen, used to peel fish.
But now my father is unwilling to take action, so he has to do it by himself.
After dinner, Qin Fan sat in the living room and chatted with his parents for a while, and then told them that he was going to the city tomorrow.
He originally wanted to take his family to a villa in the city to stay for two days tomorrow. His mother was willing, but his father Qin Zhen refused to go.
For him, those big villas are really not as comfortable as living in the two-story building at home.
And there are neighbors who sit in front of their homes enjoying the cool air and bragging.
When Qin's mother saw that her husband was unwilling to go, she became helpless and angry, so she gave up the idea of going to the city with her son.
Qin Fan suddenly couldn't laugh or cry at this time. This old couple is really interesting.
In the end, Qin Fan couldn't understand my mother's thoughts.
Early the next morning.
He drove to the city alone.
We arrived in the city around ten o'clock in the morning.
Qin Fan called Song Bingwen. As soon as Song Bingwen heard that Qin Fan had arrived, he immediately wanted to send someone to pick him up.
However, Qin Fan declined politely. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Wen, no need. I'll just take care of the car and go to your house later."
"Well, good brother," Song Bingwen nodded and smiled, "I'll pick you up at your door."
"Sure," Qin Fan nodded and smiled before hanging up the phone.
Song family residence.
This villa built on the mountain is the same as when Qin Fan came here, not much has changed.
Only the momentum of this villa is still very impressive.
When the car parked at the door, not only Song Bingwen, but also Song Lao Song Chengsheng went out to greet him personally.
For Song Chengsheng, if Qin Fan hadn't treated him, he would have been dead by now.
Moreover, Qin Fan cured his terminal illness in one fell swoop, so he would have no problem living for another twenty years.
So in Song Chengsheng's heart, Qin Fan is very powerful.
He, Song Chengsheng, has always been arrogant and arrogant. He has not admired many people, but Qin Fan is the person he admires the most.
"Brother Qin, you are finally here," Song Chengsheng grabbed Qin Fan's arm and said with a smile.
Qin Fan felt a little ashamed when he heard what Song Chengsheng said.
He originally wanted to visit Mr. Song before, but he didn't come for more than half a month after he came back.
If Song Bingwen hadn't called him yesterday, Qin Fan wouldn't have known when he would be able to come over.
Qin Fan suddenly smiled and said with some shame: "Mr. Song, I'm so sorry. In fact, I should have come to see you earlier."
Song Chengsheng waved his hand and smiled, "Young people are busy with their careers and have nothing to do. All you have to do is keep an old man like me in mind."
Qin Fan nodded quickly and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, I never dare to forget."
"Okay," Song Chengsheng nodded and laughed, "Brother, I believe this."
At this time, Song Bingwen came over and said with a smile: "Then let's go into the room and talk."
"Okay, let's go into the house and say, please, brother," Mr. Song made a petition.
Qin Fan nodded and smiled, then walked in immediately. After taking his seat, the servants at home began to serve him tea and nodded.
And Qin Fan could tell that Mr. Song must have had everyone tidy up the whole house carefully.
Immediately, Mr. Song enthusiastically asked some questions about what happened after Qin Fan came back.
Mr. Song has always been paying attention to Qin Fan's earthquake relief work. If anything happens, his son Song Bingwen will tell him.
Qin Fan did not deceive the other party, so he truthfully told Mr. Song that he had been recuperating at home during this period.
The two people were talking, and at this time Song Bingwen came in and told his father that something had been arranged, and then he sat next to him.
"Brother Wen, is the matter over there done?" Qin Fan turned around and asked.
Song Bingwen nodded and smiled, "Yes, brother, we have done what we need to do, and now we have to look at post-disaster reconstruction."
After working in disaster relief for several months, Song Bingwen is now dark and thin.
Qin Fan nodded, and then he asked about the raising of children in the disaster area. Qin Fan was not sure about these matters.
When Song Bingwen heard this, he briefly talked to Qin Fan.
After finishing speaking, Song Bingwen couldn't help but ask: "Brother, why are you asking this?"
Qin Fan didn't deceive the other party, he smiled and said truthfully: "Brother Wen, that's it."
Immediately, he mentioned that he wanted to help some children in disaster areas go to school.
In fact, Qin Fan had thought about this when he just left the disaster area.
And he actually donated money to the fund he established before.
But Qin Fan still wanted to do it in his own name when it came to funding.
But at that time, there was a lot of waste to be done after the disaster, and it was estimated that there would be too much work over there, so Qin Fan thought about it later.
And now that Song Bingwen is back, it is estimated that all the work there is almost done.
So Qin Fan's idea came to him again.
Song Bingwen nodded and smiled when he heard this: "Brother, this is a good thing. I'll ask my friends over there to check it out in the past two days. I'll tell you if there is any news then. I also have this idea and plan to sponsor some children.
Let’s do it together.”
"Okay," Qin Fan nodded and smiled.
Immediately, several people chatted for more than half an hour. At this time, Mr. Song looked at his son and asked: "Awen, your friend should be here soon."
Song Bingwen nodded and said, "Father, this is probably about the same."
Qin Fan was stunned for a moment and asked curiously: "Who else is here today?"
He originally thought that there were just a few of them today, but he didn't expect that there would be guests, but Qin Fan thought that it would be good, as there were many people and it would be lively.
Song Bingwen looked at Qin Fan, smiled mysteriously and said: "Brother, we will wait for someone to come later.