The inside of the yard is equally exquisite, not big but well-organized. Inside is the largest pear tree ever seen in the Song Dynasty, and there is a rattan swing under the tree.
The old mama looked at the swing with soft eyes: "Madam used to like to hold the young master and sit on it to play."
The old grandma's voice was gentle and low, and her words seemed to be filled with alluring memories. Song Yu seemed to see a gentle and beautiful woman sitting there on a swing with a young child in her arms. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
"Every time I would rock myself to sleep, and then be woken up by the sound of the young master falling to the ground and crying." The old mama continued to sigh.
The smile on the corner of Song Yu's mouth gradually softened. What kind of human tragedy is this? What kind of tragic childhood did the person who designed this script experience?
The old mama didn't notice the change in Song Yu's expression and led the people into the house.
The furnishings in the house also show traces of time, but they are also kept clean and tidy.
Song Yu was still looking around curiously, but the old nanny had already turned around and walked out of the room, and came back a short while later, holding a copper pot and a stack of snacks in her hand.
There was pear soup hanging in the copper pot, and the snacks seemed to be cheese made from pear blossoms. Song Yu tasted each. Very good, they are all foods that he can eat. The pear soup is sweet and sweet, and the cheese is salty and crispy on the outside with a bit of floral aroma inside. They are all delicious.
"They are Madam's favorite food. Even if Madam is gone, I have been accustomed to preparing some over the years, and I just happened to catch it today." The old nanny looked at Song Yu eating with a smile, and sighed with emotion on her own. Very happy: "In the past, young master, you thought the taste of pears was too sweet and didn't like to eat it. Now that you have grown up, you finally like to eat the food that my wife likes..."
Song Yu almost choked to death on his snacks when he heard this. Why did this mother sound unreliable, and the old lady beside her didn't sound reliable either! You served it to the "young master" even though you knew he didn't like it. Was it to test whether he was still the same person?
The old grandma continued to advise: "Eat more." Her eyes were bent into a line with laughter.
Song Yu looked at the pastry in his hand suspiciously, even suspecting that poison had been added to it, but the system did not indicate any abnormality...
That's all, it's probably just that the old man missed the city lord's wife, so he was looking for memories in him. Thinking of this, Song Yu relaxed and poured himself another bowl of pear soup. It's just a game. If he could maintain his character perfectly, he should be an actor instead of a test player whose life is almost gone.
Eating only pastries was a bit boring. Song Yu only ate three or four pieces before he put down his hands, looked at the old nanny and said, "I want to go to mother's room and have a look."
The old grandma actually fell silent when she heard this, and even the smile on her face disappeared.
Song Yu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he made another wrong request?
Just when Song Dynasty’s defense radar is full, ready to respond at any time
When the PC exploded, the old lady suddenly sighed: "If you can go and have a look, my wife will be very happy."
Song Yu's expression was numb. He would easily get a heart attack if he stayed with this old nanny for a long time. It seemed as if every word and every thing could give him a surprising turn.
It's... so exciting.
The city lord's wife's room is right next to the main hall of the small courtyard. The furnishings in the wing are still simple and plain, but the room is very bright and bright, and there is a blooming pear flower in front of the window.
The old grandma noticed Song Yu's gaze and said in a gentle tone: "Madam likes the scent of pear blossoms. I will cut a new one every day and place it in front of her bed."
After so many years, he still maintained his wife's habits. Although he was in love for a long time, it always made Song Yu feel a little creepy. Just like this clean yard, the pastries and pear soup ready at any time, and the well-manicured pear forest outside, it seems as if... the city lord's wife is still alive.
He heard earlier that the character's mother was no longer around, right? Song Yu suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked the old nanny: "Did you do all this alone?"
The old nanny looked at Song Yu intently, and finally grinned: "Young master, what are you talking about? After the madam's death, isn't the old slave the only one left here?"
More like a ghost story. Song Yu calmly rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and decisively asked to leave.
The old mama's eyes showed reluctance, but she still sent Song Yu out of the courtyard. At this moment, the sky has darkened, and the pear forest looks quiet and mysterious.
Song Yu could feel that the old nanny had been watching his back, and his steps unconsciously accelerated a bit. When the burning gaze behind him completely dissipated, Song Yu relaxed slightly.
Although there are many white ghosts similar to Piao in this world, those things are all visible, and naturally they won't feel scary if you see them more.
But this kind of weird house is different. The unknown is far more frightening than the known.
Song Yu deliberately quickened his pace and soon walked out of the pear blossom forest.
In a pear forest like snow petals, she is still wearing a dazzling red dress. Obviously, although Du Anchen left earlier, he was still secretly paying attention to Song Yu's whereabouts.
Song Yu raised his hand: "Have you been waiting for me for a long time?"
Du Anchen glanced at the pear forest and was silent for a while: "Let's go, I will take you out."
For some reason, Song Yu felt that Du Anchen seemed to be worried.
So it was rare that he no longer looked like Du Anchen like usual. When Du Anchen brought him back to Chen Guogong's mansion, there was only a little afterglow left in the sun.
When Song Yu stood in front of Duke Chen's mansion, he couldn't help but ask: "Am I really not favored by my father?"
"It's better not to know some things." After saying that, Du Anchen left.
Song Yu was in a daze.
This trip to the palace not only did not make his plot exploration path much clearer, but instead added more mysteries.
Because this game setting incorporates elements from other worlds, cultivation, Taoism, martial arts sects, etc., the traditional dynasty was banned by the name of the Four Cities. But functionally speaking, there is not much difference.
As for him, as the eldest son of the city lord, he is almost the eldest prince. But from today's conversation with Song Chengwei, it seems that the two of them don't have the intrigues of the royal father and son, but this father is also a riddle man. Song Yu felt that he didn't hate him, but he kept driving him away.
After all, the first game did not go through this line. Song Yu is now confused about the story line of Tianyong City, and there is no task panel prompt, so he just takes it one step at a time. The only thing Song Yu can be sure of is that if he really leaves, this line will be broken. What's more, he also promised to understand Nanshi to help him see the cracks.
After learning that Xie Nanshi had gone back to the room to meditate. Song Yu did not disturb him, but returned to his room and knocked on customer service Ye Jiao, who still responded quickly.
Ye Jiao: Do you need any help? It's off work time now. If you have any needs, you can wait until I get to work.
Did the promised club serve him 24 hours a day? Although it is understandable that Ye Jiao has to get off work, but there is always customer service available on shift, right? Look at Ye Jiao again. Maybe it was because he had harassed her a little too often, but Ye Jiao's answer almost left the unpleasantness written on the screen. What is this called? This is called capitalist transfer of contradictions.
He thought for a while and quickly typed a line of words on it.
Song Yu: Down to business, I want all the information about my game character.
The reply was much slower this time. The person on the other side was obviously typing and deleting. It took a long time before a line of text came over: The role introduction of each player has been sent to you at the beginning of the game. Dear, if there are any hidden settings, Players need to unlock it by themselves~
Song Yu was shocked by the last tilde. Of course he knows that many settings in the game need to be explored by himself, but is it too much to hide even the basic background identity?
Ye Jiao couldn't be fooled, and his tone instantly softened a lot: the choice of the player's initial character is decided by the player himself, and the character card corresponding to each identity is also set from the beginning. I am just a customer service and can't change it. These.
What's the difference between this and cheating? But he resorted to cheating again, proving that Ye Jiao really had no choice. She didn't know Song Yu's identity and background, and couldn't even ask.
But is this possible? Game companies don’t know the basic information about the characters they design?
Song Yu replied expressionlessly: As a game with customer service, your company seems to have forgotten to add a very important functional system.
Ye Jiao: What is it?
Song Yu: Ratings and complaints!
After Song Yu finished speaking, he shut down the system directly, out of sight and out of mind. Then...as usual, he took out a few jars of wine from the space, opened the seals, and waited to catch people.
The wait went straight into the night. Song Yu sat on the couch and leaned on his chin, dozing off again and again. Just when he thought that no one would be able to hang up tonight, he heard a familiar voice knocking through the window. movement.
Song Yu looked up and saw that the person coming was indeed Du Anchen.
Du Anchen picked up the wine jar with ease, put it under his nose and smelled it. There was a trace of regret in his eyes, and he put the wine jar back again: "Can you try another method next time you find me in the city lord's mansion?"
Song Yu was a little surprised, but soon realized that this person was not allowed to drink as an official, so he could only smell it to satisfy his craving. But what does this have to do with him: "This method works very well."
"I told you I would give it to you, is there any need to be in such a hurry?" Du Anchen seemed a little dissatisfied, but his movements were still very nimble. She took out a secret letter from her sleeve. The envelope was bulging and threw it to Song Yu: "Everything I can find is in it. You can read it yourself."
After she finished speaking, she walked towards the window. When she reached it, she leaned over and picked up the wine jar again, sniffed it, and then put it back with a look of pity on her face. With a deft opening of the window, the figure disappeared into the night.
"Hey." Song Yu waved subconsciously, but unfortunately the person disappeared too quickly and he didn't see him. He sighed: "Actually, I have said it many times, you can walk out..."
Song Yu was already sleepy waiting, but after such a torment, he felt much more energetic. So he simply sat under the lamp and opened the secret letter left by Du Anchen.
