Just as Song Yun was thinking, Song Luoshen had turned around and left.

Not long after, Qingluan returned to the room.

"Is this..." Qingluan looked at the bird's nest with some confusion and asked, "Who sent it?"

"Sent from the God of Luo." Song Yun said with a smile.

"Song Luoshen? Who from Song Dong's lineage?" Qing Luan muttered and said, "Old Song said that Song Dong's lineage has never expressed their position positively, so you have to give them more attention!"

"I know." Song Yun said, "My will is firm and I will not be easily confused and deceived."

That night, Song Yun was not as unconscious as last night, so he was really uneasy to sleep. Because the wounds on his body were intertwined, he could pull the wound by turning over. Even if he didn't turn over, he would lie down, and the wounds behind him would hurt his life. Every time he wanted to fall asleep, he would be awakened by the pain.

"It's so fucking depressed!" Song Yun looked at Qingluan who was already asleep next to him, and could not make any noise, otherwise it would be bad if he disturbed others. So Song Yun had to get up quietly and walk to the sand beside him to watch something or do something else. Maybe he fell asleep when he was tired.

At this time, Song Yun missed his women very much. If it were those women, he might be able to move his body now. Although there was any injury on his body, it was also the upper body and it was not the same as the lower body. When he was tired, he would definitely fall asleep.

Song Yun picked up a book published somewhere and started reading it. After reading it for about an hour, Song Yun became sleepy and then leaned gently on the sand and fell asleep.

The next day, Song Yun's body had recovered very well, because Ye Qingsi used the medicine he developed himself, which was very effective in treating physical trauma.

Until the third day, the wound on Song Yun's body had scabbed and was almost falling off. Song Yun loosened the bandage on his body. After these days of tightening, the bandage had been tied with the flesh. So when this took off, it really hurt that Song Yun took the air conditioner. Even if you can harden it, it would be useless, because it was pulled directly from the wound.

Ye Qingsi has prepared water for Song Yun to wash his body. According to Ye Qingsi, after using this water to clean his body, there will be no scars.

After Song Yun completely took off the bandage, he looked at the ugly scab on his body and said in annoyance, "It's over. My originally perfect body has become like this now!"

"You, what a perfect thing, hurry up and wash it off!" Ye Qingsi said with a smile.

"Okay, mom, do you want to help me wash it?" Song Yun asked with a smile.

"I'll help you wash your clothes when you are so old. Just as your father is not serious, even my mother dares to tease you!" Ye Qingsi cursed with a smile.

Song Yun carried the bucket into the bathroom.

When Song Yun came out again, the scabs on his body had disappeared, and they were replaced by some pink and tender meat, which were all freshly grown, which was obviously different from the meat in other places of Song Yun.

"The strength has been almost recovered!" Song Yun moved. Although it still hurts when he pulled it occasionally, it was basically nothing. For someone like Song Yun, who has a particularly strong recovery ability, the remaining minor injuries are actually not considered injuries and will not affect him on weekdays.

"Since that's the case, then you are ready to start writing a review." Ye Qingsi said with a smile, "You have completed two of the three punishments, and only the last one is left. If they are completed, then they will not be qualified to make any noise! ​​If they dare to find fault with you, they will not be able to catch your braid!"

"Well, I know." Song Yun nodded and said, "I'll write now. Mom, let me tell you that since I was a child, the most I wrote is review. I know everything about how to paddle and find the key points!" Song Yun said, taking a pen and paper from the side and continued, "Give me two hours, I'll write it out! And there's no duplicate!"

"You have to write a review? Write it quickly, hand it over to your second grandfather after writing, and then meet Mr. Wang! Let Mr. Wang give you some advice!" Ye Qingsi said.

"Well, I understand!" Song Yun lay on the table and began to write a review. It was hard to imagine that a market planner in southern Jiangsu would write a review like a child.

Qingluan sat quietly aside and watched without saying a word.

More than two hours later.

Song Yun put the pen on the paper, stretched his waist, and said, "I finally finished writing."

"Then take it to Mr. Song!" Qingluan said.

"Yeah!" Song Yun nodded, picked up the stack of paper and went out.

This is the first time Song Yun has gone out in the past few days. The snow on the ground is already very thick. When it is stepped on it, it may not reach the part of his calf.

Song Yun followed the route he remembered and turned around in the Song Mansion. After a long time, he finally came outside the independent courtyard of Mr. Song.

Mr. Song lives in another small house of his today. Outside there is a piece of mud land, planting flowers, plants, etc. Mr. Wang is holding a kettle to water these flowers, plants.

"Song Yun is here!" Old Wang looked at Song Yun with a smile, without any other emotions because he had scratched Song Yun's body that day.

Song Yun nodded. It is said that Song Yun was still very respectful to this old man Song's bodyguard, who had lived to this day since the Republic of China, and nodded and said, "I'll come to find my second grandfather."

"He's inside." Old Wang walked to the door, opened the door, and said, "You go in."

After Song Yun thanked him, he walked into Mr. Song's room.

Old Song was watching something behind the table. When he saw Song Yun coming in, Old Song nodded without saying a word.

Song Yun put the review on the table next to him, then found a chair to sit down, and didn't say much.

About ten minutes passed, the veteran Song took off his reading glasses, put them aside, and said to Song Yun, "What? Have you written the review?"

"Well, I've written it!" Song Yun handed the thick stack of paper to Mr. Song and said, "I must have a deep understanding, so you can rest assured."

"Okay." Old Song didn't look at those things, but said to Song Yun, "Go out and chat with Old Wang for a while, I have something to do."

"Okay!" Song Yun walked out of Mr. Song's room after hearing this.

Outside the house, Mr. Wang had already watered the flowers and plants, holding a fishing rod in his hand and was about to walk to the side. When he saw Song Yun, Mr. Wang said, "I'm going to fish, are you here with me?"

"Okay!" Song Yun naturally agreed. This master and master fishing must be extraordinary!
Chapter completed!