Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 494 My surname is Song and my name is Song Fanhua 1
　 When Song Che heard the governor's name, his eyes squinted slightly, and his peripheral vision naturally drifted back.

Song Fanhua took a step to the side, letting out Cheng Huan who was following behind, Cheng Huan smiled at Song Che, "Uncle Song!"

Hearing the voice, Song Che withdrew his thoughts, saw Cheng Huan also smiled affectionately and said, "Huan'er, thank you for taking care of Fanhua all the way!"

"Uncle Song, you're being polite!" Cheng Huan smiled softly, seeing that Song Che hadn't changed much since he left, and the uneasiness in her heart had eased a lot, but she didn't expect Song Che to come to the capital after leaving. He even didn't expect to come to the home of a second-rank official.

The young master Biao they were talking about made Cheng Huan even more surprised and uneasy. At the same time, he kept jumping out when he had some thoughts.

Could it be!The family in front of me is Song Fanhua's grandfather's family!

What Song Che said at the beginning to find a way was to come to this family!

I haven't been here for so many years, there must be a reason, now I just hope nothing will change.

"Cough!" Suddenly there was a loud and old cough from behind Song Che, and the smile on Song Che's face disappeared in an instant. He took Song Fanhua's arm and turned to look at the instigator of the sound. .

A huanghuali chair was placed with his back facing the wall. At this moment, an old man with neatly combed gray hair was sitting with his back facing the three people facing the large rhododendrons on the wall. There were lush green plants on both sides of the mural.

The green plants are growing very well and have already climbed to the roof. Only in such a warm room can these plants that should have been defeated long ago be able to live with such vitality.

And on the mural, the main tone of the big and bright rhododendrons is red, and the whole wall is beautifully covered.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of the old man putting down his teacup, and walking quickly with Shen Sheng who was by his side.

Song Che also looked sideways at Song Fanhua, beckoning him to come forward, and then walked forward by himself, Song Fanhua and Cheng Huan had no choice but to follow.

The old man waved his hand, and Shen Sheng went out of the room again.

When he came to the old man, Cheng Huan had a clear look at the old man's appearance. He was about 60 years old, with a gray beard and eyebrows. There was a seriousness between the eyebrows without anger, and a deep ravine outlined his rigor.

The straight nose made the old man more stubborn, and the slightly pursed red lips couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow.

And those slender and clear eyes were not at all cloudy as old people should be, they stared at everyone deeply and menacingly,

On the contrary, Song Che, when he saw the old man, the smile on his face completely collapsed.

"Come here!" There was no prologue, and the commanding tone directed Song Fanhua's steps. The old man's eyes made people tremble, and he didn't even have the guts to say the words of refusal.

Song Fanhua hesitated for a moment, then walked over with steady steps.

The old man's name is Shen Ming, he is 65 years old, and he is quite influential in the court. Seeing Song Fanhua walking step by step, he is tall and straight, with elegant eyebrows, and his facial features are even more correct than that of every grandson around him. It looks good, and what makes Shen Ming more satisfied is the situation he investigated.

The child in front of him is knowledgeable, self-motivated and filial.

Shen Ming looked at Song Fuhua, and Song Fanhua also looked at Shen Ming. Although he didn't know what to call him, but he was an old man anyway, and Song Fanhua saluted respectfully.

(End of this chapter)