[I will never mention divorce again in this life]

Tang Song and the program team landed in the imperial capital together, and instead of going home, they got on the plane to Fencheng directly - in a few minutes at night, Tang Lili would probably fly over along the 6G network and grab his ears.

The plane took off on time and the flight went smoothly. The pilot was sure he was from a fighter plane. Not only was he not late, but he also arrived half an hour earlier.

When we arrived in Fencheng, there was a special helicopter for the Song family on the apron. You don't need to leave the station, just scan your face to transfer.

The driver is a young man in his twenties, whose ancestors have worked for the Song family for generations.There are several hundreds of offshoots of the Song family, and he may not be able to recognize others, but everyone in the Tang and Song Dynasties did not know.

"Master Qingfeng, I've picked you up. You don't know, but every time I land, Steward An will come over and look at him, and he doesn't have the look in your eyes... I'm so panicked that I dare not land."

Tang Song sat behind him, wearing a headset and joking with him: "Did you catch up with Uncle Amber's daughter?"

The driver chuckled, "I got engaged to Zhuzi on the [-]th of last month, and the patriarch personally presided over it."

"congratulation."

The young man grinned happily, "Master Qingfeng, please sit down, we will be home in 10 minutes!"

"I believe you." Tang Song knocked on his seat with a smile.

The helicopter flew away from the main city, crossed the undulating mountains and winding rivers, and saw rows of blue-gray roofs in the distance.

From the southern foot of Fen Mountain to the north, nearly [-] mu of mountain land is owned by the Song family.

Under normal circumstances, the helicopter landed on the parking pad halfway up the mountain, and only flew into the manor when it was carrying important passengers.

The driver knew Tang Song's status in the Song family, so he didn't inform him, and flew him directly to the inner house.

Steward An heard the sound of the propeller and waited on the platform early.

The helicopter descended slowly, and at the moment when the main house passed by, Tang Song faintly saw a few people sitting in the atrium. Although they were as small as ants, they knew who they were in the iconic Tang suit.

Tang Song hugged his stomach in frustration, thinking that it was too late to pretend to be airsick.

As it turned out, it was too late.

As soon as the helicopter landed, Steward An stepped into the cabin, grabbed him with his big warm hands, and lifted him out without hesitation, smiling kindly.

"Master Qingfeng has finally returned. The patriarch has been nagging since three days ago. If he didn't know that you went to country M, the old man would be sad again. He thinks that you are deliberately hiding and not coming back."

Tang Song raised his head, and smiled as cutely as possible, "Uncle An, you are joking, I miss my uncles, how can I hide and not come back!"

Steward An smiled, "The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, Master Qingfeng."

Tang and Song choked, on August [-]th, he was supposed to go back to the house, but in order to live with Shen Lei, he lied that he had a stomachache, and then was exposed by the Song family who rushed to visit the sick overnight...

Tang Song shrunk his neck guiltily, "Well, Uncle Ann, you see I can't run away, so don't grab me, there are so many people coming and going..."

"No, Young Master Qingfeng, this is the patriarch's order - 'Take that bastard Qingfeng to me'." Steward An imitated Song Changyao's tone by ten percent.

Steward An is 60 years old this year. Song Jiaqiang has practiced for more than 50 years. He is strong and strong. Holding Tang and Song is like catching a kitten.

The servants who came and went saw it and covered their mouths and laughed.

Tang Song stuck his head and died of embarrassment.

After finally arriving at the main house, the hands behind his back were finally let go. Before Tang Song could breathe a sigh of relief, he met serious faces.

Song Changyao was wearing a bright red Tang suit, with white hair, calm and prestige.

Song Changhe was wearing a green shirt, staring at him with dissatisfaction.

The rest of the uncles were dressed in red, and some in blue. They all had ruddy complexions and stared at him with staring eyes.

Reflexively, Tang and Song stood up straight and bowed politely: "The patriarch uncle is well, the father is well, the second uncle, the third uncle, the fifth uncle, the sixth uncle, the seventh uncle... the twelfth uncle is well."

Song Changhe sullenly snorted coldly: "Do you still know how to come back?"

Tang Song lowered his hands obediently, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, feeling guilty and aggrieved—he simply showed the actor-level acting skills.

Song Changhe frowned, what else to say.Song Changyao's heart softened, and he cut off his words, "Okay, I just got back, don't scare me away."

"Come on, Xiao Qingfeng, the chess pieces are all set, come and play two games." The other uncles also smiled and smoothed things over.

Tang and Song are about the same age as their grandsons, and these elderly people who have lived and understood will not embarrass him at all.Except Song Changhe.

If you have to give him a personality, Song Changhe is probably the kind of person who is super homophobic. Ever since he knew about Tang Song and Shen Lei, he has a hundred dislikes in Tang Song.

If it wasn't for Tang Lili's firm stand, he even wanted to throw Tang Song to the hospital to see his "disease".So far, no one in the family knows that Tang and Song are married.

The Song family's chess talent seemed to be concentrated in Tang and Song alone. More than a dozen old people were all stinky chess baskets.

Tang and Song were neither angry nor annoyed, they just sat there so firmly, one person could still fight three with ease.

After an hour, the time difference between Tang and Song was not reversed, and he was sleepy and tired, and yawned again and again.However, Song Changyao was working so hard that he didn't pay attention to him at all.

Steward An felt sorry for Tang Song, and quietly asked someone to inform Tang Lili.

Tang Lili came over soon, wearing a Tang suit in the style of the mistress, with peacock blue as the base, embroidered with a pattern of birds facing the phoenix, with a bun on her head, a little foundation on her face, and eyebrows drawn, showing her demeanor. .

Both she and Song Changhe have face-saving tempers. Even if they quarreled fiercely in private, and even separated, they still tried their best to maintain the appearance of harmony in front of the clansmen.

"The kitchen has steamed Double Ninth Cake and brewed chrysanthemum wine. I'll bring it to my brothers." Tang Lili smiled.

Several elders immediately understood that this was a rescue for Tang and Song Dynasties.

Song Changyao looked at Tang Song's yawning appearance, and then he pulled his attention from the chessboard and waved his hands, "Hurry up, go to rest, young people have such bad living habits."

"I heard that being an actor is like this. Day and night are reversed, and meals are not eaten according to order." The second uncle rescued Tang and Song.

"Stupid boy, what's wrong with doing something to suffer?" Song Changyao patted Tang Song's shoulder distressedly.

Song Changhe snorted coldly, "I don't know what to do."

Tang Song didn't say anything, but Tang Lili lowered her face and dragged Tang Song away.

The buildings of Song's Manor are all built with blue bricks, and the ground is also paved with blue bricks. It has been through wind and rain for 400 years, and you can see the traces of repairs.

In the long alley, in the quiet house, occasionally clansmen or servants pass by, and they always say hello in a low voice or salute from a distance.

Holding her breath in her heart, Tang Lili walked extremely fast, her thick-soled cloud-toed shoes thumping loudly on the bluestone bricks.

Tang Song walked beside her, feeling an indescribable guilt in his heart.

As long as he can remember, the focus of his parents' disputes has been on him. Almost every conflict between the two of them is caused by him, which is why he is very repelled to have a child with Shen Lei without preparation.

Sometimes he would wonder if his parents would not have married in a hurry if he hadn't appeared unexpectedly at the beginning, and if there hadn't been this unplanned marriage, would they have each obtained happiness long ago instead of being old like they are now Still can't live comfortably.

Tang Lili didn't know when she stopped, and she pretended to be relaxed and said, "Don't worry about the matter between me and your father. How can an ordinary couple not quarrel?"

Tang Song met her forced smile, a burst of courage came from somewhere, and decided to break the false appearance, "Mom, if you and Dad are unhappy, you... don't worry about me."

He paused, his expression became more serious, "No matter what, I love you and will take care of you."

Tang Lili was slightly surprised. Didn't Tang and Song always oppose their divorce? Why now...

"Did you have a problem with Leizi?"

"No." Tang Song shook his head quickly, a little uncomfortable, "We... are fine."

He has experienced bad things, and now that he has reconciled, he truly understands the gap between "good" and "bad" between husband and wife, so he doesn't want Tang Lili to bear anything for himself.

Tang Lili was relieved when she saw the happiness unconsciously revealed in his eyes.

She patted Tang Song's arm, no longer holding on, but smiled and said: "The matter between me and your father... can't be explained in one or two sentences. We will have our own solution, you work hard , live a good life with Leizi."

Tang Song saw her resistance to this matter, and nodded obediently.

The mother and son continued to walk forward, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Tang Song could clearly see that Tang Lili was not in a good mood, so he tried to find a lighter topic to cheer her up, "Mom, where will I sleep tonight? Don't let me sleep in the main courtyard again, I don't want to be caught at three o'clock in the morning." Get up and play chess."

Tang Lili knew what he was thinking, and smiled cooperatively, "Just that one time, do you want to remember it for the rest of your life?"

Tang Song puffed up his face childishly, "I was only 12 years old that time, and a 12-year-old child was thrown out of bed at three o'clock in the morning. It was winter and there was no heating!"

"I know you hold grudges, and it's still the same as last time. I live in the same courtyard as your elder brother Qinglan. I brought you the things, and go to bed when you are tired. You have to get up early tomorrow."

"Thank you mom!" Tang Song hugged her coquettishly.

Tang Lili didn't hold back, she smiled and nodded his nose.

The mother and son chatted and laughed a few words, and their respective moods finally became more relaxed.

***

The next day, four in the morning.

Before dawn, amidst the high-pitched crowing of cocks, the lights in various parts of Song's Manor were turned on one by one.

A large flag with Song characters is erected on the school ground in the south, and a lookout tower is set up at each of the four feet of the school ground. A string of lanterns are hung between the towers, illuminating the whole school ground as bright as day.

All the males of the Song family over the age of three were dispatched, headed by Song Changyao, stood up in order according to their seniority, each with a red-tasseled spear, and practiced the "36 Wind Bamboo Styles" handed down from their ancestors.

From Song Changyao, who is nearly ninety years old, down to his little great-grandson who has just turned three years old, everyone has a solemn expression, shouts loudly, and every move is full of admiration and faith.

Tang and Song Dynasties were no exception.

At this time, he will truly feel that he is the Song family, and the blood and tenacity buried in his blood will be stimulated.

"Looking up to the sky, bowing down to others, being as strong as you can, and being ashamed of your heart." This is the family motto of the Song family, and it is also something that has been engraved in his bones since he was a child.

After practicing the red-tasseled spear, you will go to the ancestral hall to worship the ancestors, and then have breakfast, climb mountains, and fly kites.

On the west side of Fenshan Mountain, there is a low and gentle hill with a platform, a gazebo, and turf specially laid by the Song family.

After breakfast, the men and women of the Song family planted dogwood one after another, and they climbed up the dwarf hill with each other.

Only then will everyone really relax and enjoy the fun of the holiday.

Tang Song was holding a kite in the shape of a Ferrari, which he specially asked the craftsmen in the garden to make. It was Shen Lei's favorite model.

Flying a kite is a competition, and those who fly high will not only be rewarded by the patriarch himself, but also herald good luck in the coming year.

Next to the "Ferrari" is a "Ferrari Fighter", full of momentum, no matter how hard Tang Song tried, he was overwhelmed.

He glanced at the owner of the fish dragon, and said sourly: "Brother Qinglan, your luck must not be a peach blossom luck?"

Song Qinglan is 30 years old this year, and her mother is single.

Today he was wearing a blue Tang suit, looking thin and thin, with a scholarly air, "Your brother and I are married, what kind of luck do you want?"

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, "When did you get it? Didn't you get the certificate secretly?"

Song Qinglan gave him a blank look, "Do you think they all look like you?" He was one of the few people who knew about the relationship between Tang Song and Shen Lei.

"Then what are you bragging about?"

"The book is my wife, and the thesis is my cub. Remember to give your nephew a meeting gift."

Tang Song devoted himself to flying the kite, pretending not to hear.

This guy looks gentle, but in fact he has the worst heart. Ever since he entered the Department of History at B University, Song Qinglan had no idea how many things he had been coaxed out of him.

Tang Song fell silent, but Song Qinglan became interested instead, "I heard from Mr. Ji that you will go back to school to record a program next week."

Tang Song looked at him vigilantly, "I will go back as a bachelor's degree graduate, so don't reveal my real degree."

Song Qinglan snorted, "That's not certain."

Tang Song narrowed his eyes, "You make an offer."

"Not much, just donate your betrothal gift."

Tang Song pouted, "Dream!"

Song Qinglan smiled: "Then I'm not sure if I can control this mouth."

Tang Song looked at him with contempt, "Professor Song, you are extorting."

"Obviously dedicated to scientific research."

Tang Song didn't want to talk to him any more, took out his pocket knife and cut off his kite string maliciously.At the same time, Song Qinglan also cut off his.

The two kites lost control and flew upward together.

When others saw them cutting the kite string, they followed suit.

Some kites are so powerful that they fly higher and farther than Tang Song and Song Qinglan.

Song Changyao was obviously aimed at Tang Song, and he patted his thigh to feel sorry for him: "Silly boy, it's too early to cut it!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were finished, there was a gust of wind, and the batch of kites that were flying high fell down like a drama, including Song Qinglan's.

On the contrary, the red "Ferrari" has full stamina and flies far away, turning into a small dot.

Everyone applauded and praised the good luck of Tang and Song Dynasties.

Song Changyao was full of anger: "What reward does the brat want, just ask for it!"

Tang Song smiled, hiding his pride, "Let me think about it and tell you later."

Before he could think it over, he received Shen Lei's WeChat, which was a photo——

A red Ferrari was running on the track. Shen Lei was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, with one corner of his mouth curled up, looking stinky and handsome.

The cream-colored chow chow sits on the child seat, occupying the co-pilot seat, and the fast wind blows its fur a little funny, with a cute bubble next to it: "Help the second dad occupy the seat."

Tang Song smiled unconsciously, and poked the man in the driver's seat with his finger, "If you dare to kidnap my son, there is no way."

He raised his head and looked at the chattering and laughing people around him. He suddenly missed Shen Lei, rice cakes, and his little family.

Now, Tang Song knew what reward he wanted - he wanted to leave early.

Ascending on Chongyang Festival, family members get together, he left the first half of the day to this big family, and the second half of the day to his own small family.

He didn't dare to tell Song Changyao directly, but quietly wrote his farewell words on a note and asked Song Qinglan to pass it on.

Song Qinglan's car keys were carelessly thrown on the table of the Eight Immortals, and Tang Song "borrowed" them away.

With Shen Lei, a professional racing driver, as his partner, Tang Song rarely drives, and his skills are really not very good.Fortunately, there was a dedicated passage from Song's Manor to the airport. There were no cars along the way, and the black Cayenne arrived at Fencheng Airport without any danger.

Tomorrow's ticket was changed to today, just in time for boarding.

From Fencheng to Imperial Capital, it only takes three hours by plane.

As soon as he landed in Tang and Song Dynasties, he sent Shen Lei a WeChat message:

【Your almost divorced husband is back, come and pick him up quickly. 】

Shen Lei's phone call came right away: "Daughter-in-law, you remove the word 'almost divorced', and I will fly to your side right now."

Tang Song laughed: "If you fly to my side now, you will never mention divorce again in your life."

As soon as the words fell, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist: "You said that."

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