Cheng Song stood obediently behind him and followed Chu Zhi's example by bowing to see her off.
When he stood up, Cheng Song subconsciously stood on tiptoe and took a look inside the coffin.
Seeing Old Madam Song lying in the coffin, Cheng Song whispered to Cheng Yang, "Brother, look at this old lady. She is so dignified and elegant even in death."
"I heard a long time ago that Uncle Song's mother was a woman with shocking self-discipline. It was said that Mr. Song had never seen Ms. Song without makeup in his life."
"I don't know if it's true."
Cheng Yang gave Cheng Song a warning look, "Inside the mourning hall, we should be solemn and respectful. Don't say such stupid things that are disrespectful to the deceased!"
Cheng Song quickly shut his mouth.
"I'm leaving first. I'll come back to see the old lady off tomorrow morning when she's buried."
Cheng Yang was busy with official duties, so he just came for a formality and left.
But Cheng Song thought it was lively here, so he didn't go with Cheng Yang.
This is Cheng Song’s first time to visit Song Garden. It is a rare opportunity, so he plans to take this opportunity to have a good look around.
The main building and the front yard are mainly used for receiving guests, while the gardens and villas in the back are where the Song family lives.
Cheng Song quickly walked to the backyard and noticed that there were bodyguards standing at the door of every villa here. Cheng Song felt like he was strolling in a royal garden when he walked inside.
When he arrived in front of a small European-style building, Cheng Song suddenly heard someone calling him.
"Cheng Song."
who?
Cheng Song looked up following the voice and finally found the owner of the voice.
He was an extremely handsome guy wearing a navy blue windbreaker and with slightly parted long black hair. He was standing on the large terrace of the second-floor living room with a cigarette in his mouth.
Seeing that Cheng Song finally noticed him, the man leaned on the railing with both hands, stared at Cheng Song from top to bottom, and chuckled: "Here!"
The other person's elegant and evil temperament was something Cheng Song could never learn even if he practiced for his entire life.
Cheng Song recognized the man at a glance. He was the handsome guy who had stood and talked with Chen He before.
Cheng Song couldn't help but look up, and standing outside the yard, he asked the man on the second floor, "What's your name, buddy?"
The other party spoke in a Beijing accent: "My last name is Jun. Young Master Cheng, you can call me Jun Lin, or Boss Jun? At worst, handsome young man will do."
What a shameless self-introduction.
Cheng Song smiled and replied, "Boss Jun, why don't you invite me in to play?"
Jun Lin said to the bodyguard downstairs, "Brother Zhang, this is the young master of the Cheng family, a friend of your wife. Please open the door for him."
The bodyguard Xiao Zhang actually let Cheng Song go.
Cheng Song walked into the small building, looked up at the second floor, and found that Jun Lin was gone.
Soon, Jun Lin walked out of the small building with one hand in his pocket.
Hearing the sound of talking on the second floor, Cheng Song raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is there anyone upstairs?"
"Oh, it's a few young people from the Song family playing mahjong with Prince Sanor."
Prince Sanor?
An elegant figure in a white robe, whose appearance was androgynous, flashed through Cheng Song's mind.
He quickly moved closer to Jun Lin and whispered, "The Prince Sanor you're talking about, is he the one from Central Europe who's always in the financial news for flaunting his wealth?"
Nodding, Jun Lin said, "Yes, Sanor and Song Ge are close friends."
Hearing Jun Lin calling him Brother Song over and over again, Cheng Song narrowed his eyes and looked at Jun Lin.
He said thoughtfully: "Boss Jun is very familiar with Chen He. Could it be that you are her partner, the boss of Junhe Design Studio?"
He had heard his elder brother talk about Jun Lin.
Jun Lin was from the Jun family in Kyoto. Both his grandfather and father were warriors. Jun Lin's grandfather was the renowned iron-blooded general Jun Rushan, and his father later became a lieutenant general stationed on the frontier.
Junlin has two older brothers. The eldest brother is a politician, and the second brother just retired from the army and joined the security department.
This man is the real Crown Prince of Kyoto.
A small waste like Cheng Song can only bow down and be a slave in front of Jun Lin.
With a "yo," Jun Lin raised his charming and charming peach blossom eyes, turned around and put his arm around Cheng Song's shoulders, "It seems that I am also quite famous in Qing City?"
Cheng Song laughed and shrugged, "Who doesn't know that the young prince of the Jingdu Jun family is hiding in our Qing City?"
Because of this news, when Cheng Song and his friends were out playing, they would subconsciously avoid any young man named Jun.
I’m afraid that one day I might accidentally dance in front of the prince of the Jun family.
Jun Lin laughed again at the title of "Prince".
"What era is this? You're still a prince." Jun Lin held a cigarette between his legs, blew out a smoke ring, and said with narrowed eyes, "Now we live in a harmonious society of communism, where the people are the masters of the country. That kind of thing is no longer acceptable."
Cheng Song: "...You are truly a noble and virtuous person."
The more Jun Lin said this, the more Cheng Song dared not neglect him.
"I heard from Chen He that Brother Song brought in a Ferghana horse from the border some time ago. Would you like to go with me to take a look?"
Cheng Song became interested, "Okay, Boss Jun, lead the way."
The two chatted as they walked out of the small building.
Jun Lin handed Cheng Song a cigarette, which was a brand that the young men in Kyoto liked to smoke the most. Cheng Song took the cigarette and used Jun Lin's lighter to light it.
Taking a puff of cigarette, Cheng Song looked up at the wolf-tail braid on the back of Jun Lin's head, and couldn't help but sigh: Chen He was right, her friends are all handsome and beautiful.
A short guy like me really can't get a number.
Cheng Song felt jealous, blaming his father for being too short. Due to his genes, he would never have a chance to make a comeback in his life.
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Only electric sightseeing vehicles can be used inside Song Garden, and there is an open-top sightseeing vehicle parked outside the small building.
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