Chapter 1 (1/2)
noon.
On an avenue with few pedestrians, suddenly, there was a soft noise from the grass on the side of the road, raising a slight smoke and dust.
”Cough, cough...”
Then, in the dust, a man appeared out of thin air.
An old man wearing a grey cloth robe but with a strange appearance.
The old man has white hair and beard. He looks over seventy years old. He is tall and thin. He also carries a luggage behind him.
It is strange that such an ancient old man still carries a sword under his bag.
After the old man came out, he first raised his head and looked around blankly, as if looking for something.
However, when he saw a village not far from the south, his face was first happy, and then he sighed softly: ”I don't know if my eldest brother is still alive for 40 years.”
Then he frowned and pinched his fingers. A moment later, his eyebrows stretched and his face showed a happy look, ”alive, alive, OK, OK!”
Then he waved his sleeve and patted himself, knocked off the dust on it, stood up straight and sorted out his clothes, and then walked towards the villa.
Although he is an ancient and rare old man, he is not much slower than the young and strong boy.
Along the way, the old man saw that every other section of the road, a section of red cloth would be tied to the trunk of the roadside, flying in the wind.
In addition, some people gathered from all directions towards somewhere in the village.
”This... Is it that someone in the Song family villa has a wedding today?” The old man said to himself.
Not long after, he came to the door of the richest family in the village.
I saw that the gate of the villa was covered with red and colorful today, firecrackers crackled at the door, guests kept coming, and dozens of banquets were placed in the courtyard inside the door, which was very lively.
At the gate, a middle-aged man like a housekeeper smiled and hugged his fists to welcome the guests.
”Who has a wedding in your family today?” The old man came to the front and back of the door and asked the middle-aged man first.
The man looked at him and said with a smile, ”it's the third young master of my family who is happy to get married today. Old Sir, are you also a guest?”
Then he took another look at the sword behind the old man.
”Third young master?”
The old man pondered slightly and said with a smile, ”I'm not a guest. Please go and tell your host that my old friend Jiang Ziya is visiting.”
”Old friend? Then please wait here for a moment. ”
The man quickly turned around and went into the yard. He came out not long ago. However, when he came out this time, he also brought an old man with the same age and anxious face.
The old man was dressed in royal clothes and red robes. He was a little fatter than Jiang Ziya. Before he went out, he asked, ”housekeeper Lu, where is my righteous brother?”
”Big brother, little brother is here.”
Jiang Ziya stooped down and said with a smile, ”we haven't seen each other for many years. I don't know how big brother has been these years?”
The old man who just came out is song Yiren, his sworn brother when he was young.
”Good, good, good for brother!”
Song Yi picked up Jiang Ziya and said with a smile, ”how's your brother?”
”My little brother is also OK.” Ziya smiled.
Song Yi stretched out a hand, stroked a wisp of white hair of Jiang Ziya and looked at it. Suddenly he pointed to Jiang Ziya and laughed, ”brother, I haven't seen you for many years. You're old.”
Jiang Ziya smiled and said, ”brother, aren't you old?”
They stopped laughing and looked at each other, then both pointed to each other and laughed.
……
In the hall.
Song Yi and Jiang Ziya joined hands and sat down. Then they came to the door of the hall and shouted to the two people in the yard, ”boss, second brother, don't you hurry to meet your uncle Jiang?”
One is a middle-aged man in his forties and the other is a young man in his twenties.
The two looked at each other when they heard the speech, entered the hall, listened to Song Yi's introduction to Jiang Ziya, and quickly said:
”My nephew Song Shan and song Ze paid a visit to Uncle Jiang.”
Jiang Ziya raised his hand and said with a smile, ”OK, please get up quickly, nephews. You don't have to be so polite.”
The two stood up.
Song Yiren: ”you two remember that uncle Jiang is a sworn brother of your father. You must treat him like me in the future, you know?”
Song Shan and song Ze looked at each other, and a different color flashed in their eyes. They immediately said in unison, ”I see, father.”
Song Yiren waved his hand: ”well, now you go out to entertain guests!”