Chapter Seventy-Two: The clouds are whirl, the wind is stepping on the rain, the lime-paved mud slabs are pitted, and a small pool of water accumulates in a moment, and a small potted plant is blown down by the wind, and the bones roll to Shen Yuguan's feet, and the mud splashes on his pitch-black uppers.There was a faint touch at his feet, Shen Yuguan lowered his head to look at it, bent down to pick up the potted plant, and then found a corner to block the wind, and hid it safely, his palms were stained with a lot of mud, and there was no trace of the faucet everywhere, so he pulled out the handkerchief and touched it with one finger after another.He stayed in the drizzle, his lips were pursed tightly, the water on his forehead was raging, I don't know if it was sweat or rain, his fingers had been wiped clean, but he still held on to the hand towel and kept repeating the wiping action.He clearly had a thousand words blocked in his heart, and he wanted to complain to Song Qing, but when he really saw Song Qing, the sentence I didn't want to see him easily turned these words into turbidity, and he couldn't spit it out in his chest.Song Qing's footsteps paused in the middle of the stairs, not up or down, he watched Shen Yuguan carry the potted plants out, did not come back, the slender figure was hazy by the drizzle, the distance between them was not too far, Song Qing could clearly see that the gauze around Shen Yuguan's neck had been soaked by the rain, and the blood was winding down the rain, which was particularly eye-catching on the plain white shirt.Lunatic.Song Qing gritted his teeth in his heart, he didn't care about his body, and he expected anyone to care.He won't anyway.Song Qing made up her mind not to pay attention to Shen Yuguan's bitter plan.Three minutes later, Song Qing twisted his eyebrows, turned out of the cabinet and dropped a thin layer of gray umbrella, and held it above Shen Yuguan's head.Song Qing's warm voice on weekdays was a little mean at this time, "Do you want to die in the rain?"
”Shen Yuguan heard his hoarse voice, and his expression suddenly became nervous, "Are you sick?"
”Song Qing snorted and moved the umbrella in the direction of Shen Yuguan for a few points, "Come in first." ”It was raining outside, and Song Qing was naturally embarrassed to drive people out, especially Shen Yuguan, who was still weak.The two of them returned to the house with umbrellas, and Song Qing took an unopened towel without saying a word, threw it into Shen Yuguan's arms, and turned upstairs.The few wisps of joy that Shen Yuguan had just jumped up disappeared without a trace along with Song Qing's figure.He pulled the corners of his lips bitterly, rubbing his wet hair stiffly.He knew that Song Qing annoyed him, and after saying those words, he should be conscious and disappear into Song Qing's world.He actually just wanted to see him this time.When that's over, it's time for him to go.Shen Yuguan folded the towels neatly, placed them on the table, and stepped back into the rain curtain.He didn't take two steps, but suddenly a hand grabbed him, and words of hidden anger followed, "What are you crazy about?"
”Song Qing broke into the rain together, still carrying a household medicine box in his hand, and his eyes contained fire."
Removing a gland, is it taking off your brain as well?
How old is the person, he still plays bitter tricks, grandpa is old, do you want him to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person?
”Song Qing trembled his voice and scolded indiscriminately, even so, he couldn't dispel his anger when he saw Shen Yuguan ruining his body.His head was already hurting badly, and Shen Yuguan was simply a good hand at adding fuel to the fire, as soon as his words fell, a pinprick-like tingling sensation poured into his brain, and tears flowed physiologically.He really has nothing to do, Shen Yuguan is looking for death, what is he angry about.Shen Yuguan smiled bitterly, "I didn't use bitter meat tricks. ”But the person was still honestly dragged back by Song Qing.Song Qing didn't bother to listen to Shen Yuguan's explanation, and pointed to the sofa with a little impatience, "Sit there." ”Shen Yuguan sat down obediently, his soaked hair was attached to his forehead, covering most of his eyebrows, and he looked a little pitiful.He looked at the aluminum box painted with a red cross, and couldn't help but look forward to it, and asked, "Did you just go to look for the medicine box?"
”It's not that I don't want to see him.Song Qing's expression changed again and again, and he said coldly, "I'm afraid that if you die in Chunling, grandpa will be sad, don't think too much." ”Shen Yu nodded, "I know." ”Song Qing pretended not to look at the corners of his upturned mouth, and pressed it to Shen Yuguan's neck, "I'll change the gauze for you, I'm done-" Shen Yuguan didn't wait for Song Qing to finish speaking, and answered, "I'll leave after changing." ”Song Qing's hand stiffened, and then he hummed.yes, quite consciously.While Song Qing tore open the gauze, Shen Yuguan snorted in pain, the wound under the gauze is not an exaggeration to describe it as blurred flesh and blood, and at the mouth of the flesh at the seam, the skin and flesh are soaked by the rain and turn gray, like a pile of rotten meat attached to the body, hideous and terrifying.Shen Yuguan tilted his head slightly, just seeing Song Qing's complicated expression, he couldn't help but want to reach out to block the wound, "Ugly, don't look at it." ”"It's ugly."
Song Qing answered, took out the medicine from the medicine box, re-disinfected the wound for him, and finally wrapped gauze around his neck again and again.The neck was wrapped in gauze and it was difficult to rotate, Shen Yu glanced at Song Qing, and said in a low voice, "I cut my glands, not wiped my neck and committed suicide." ”Song Qing: "Is there a difference?"
”"Yes," Shen Yuguan smiled: "I can still see you if I cut the glands, but I can't commit suicide, I'm reluctant." ”Song Qing said again, "Has anyone ever said that you are quite a scoundrel." ”"No," Shen Yuguan honestly took a sip of the ginger tea that Lian Yun had poured for him earlier, stared at the table with motionless eyes, and whispered, "I'm only a scoundrel to you." ”Chapter Seventy-Three: His voice was low and deep, not clear in the sparse sound of rain, like a melodious and graceful piano whispering in his ears.The aftermath lingers and lingers.Song Qing's heart beat violently and slowly and vigorously, as if he had been unexpectedly punched."
Changed!"
He let go of his hot hands, his eyes wandering to the side."
It's raining heavily, and I feel like even if I go out with an umbrella, I'll get wet."
Shen Yuguan leaned back slightly, held the teacup in his palm, raised his eyes and swept over Song Qing quickly, and then turned back sharply, like a child who made a mistake and was waiting to be punished, "Ah, it's changed?"
Then I'll go. ”With that, he immediately put down the teacup in his hand, wrinkled the corners of his clothes, and prepared to step out."
Forget it-" Song Qing heard the sound of the rain getting stronger, gritted his teeth and said, "When the rain stops, you can leave." ”Shen Yuguan's feet suddenly stopped moving, he turned around, and said with a hesitant face, "You will be unhappy." ”"..."
Did Shen Yuguan go to sign up for a crash course in tea art?"
Song Qing put away the medicine box and said, "Whatever you want." ”Shen Yuguan chuckled inaudibly, he felt that the pain in his neck was not so unbearable, "As soon as the rain stops, I will leave." ”Song Qing didn't bother to take care of him, picked up the medicine box and went upstairs."
You-" Song Qing interrupted him, "I'll go to sleep." ”After finishing the work, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, and he was even more angry when he looked at Shen Yuguan, so it was better to go back and rest.Pushing open the door, a cool breeze blows in the face, carrying moisture.He shivered when the window had been opened, but he forgot to close it, and the rain poured down into the house, and he shivered, and hurriedly stepped forward to close the window.I inadvertently saw the idle old building next door, which had been unattended, and suddenly there was a smell of fireworks, and the people of the moving company wore raincoats and moved large and small pieces of furniture in and out.He suddenly thought that when he was chatting with Sister Li two days ago, Sister Li had mentioned this recommendation, and sighed again and again that the original owner of this old building was really lucky, and he met a boss who was generous and bought the building at a price nearly half higher than the market price.I don't know what kind of person the new neighbor is.Song Qing thought about it, and stopped his hand to close the window.It won't be...
Shen Yu view.No, no, Song Qing immediately denied his conjecture.Shen Yuguan is different from him, Shen Yuguan's powerful position and foundation are all in Frost City, how can it be said that he can come.Song Qing was sure in his heart, and at this time, the headache became more and more severe, he couldn't wait to fall back into the bed, empty the extra thoughts in his head, and just wanted to sleep comfortably.* When Lian Yun carried Song Yan downstairs, Shen Yuguan was still sitting on the sofa, his backbone was straight, and he had circles of gauze wrapped around his neck, like a mummy becoming a sperm, which was quite funny.Shen Yu watched the sound and swept away, but his eyes touched Lian Yun, his expression couldn't help but dim a little, but in the next second, Song Yan in his arms snatched all the attention, and the whole person softened uncontrollably.Lian Yun had nothing to say to Shen Yuguan, as if he didn't expect that he was still here, so he had to sit dryly opposite Shen Yuguan.However, Song Yan was very curious, her big round eyes stared at Shen Yuguan without turning around, she felt that the person in front of her was familiar, but there was no smell that made her comfortable.Shen Yuguan's gaze was too unscrupulous, he noticed it, retracted it a little, and said, "Ginger tea is delicious, thank you." ”Lian Yun: "Well, it's okay. ”The atmosphere was suddenly embarrassing to the extreme."
Well..."
Song Yan was already learning to walk, and as soon as Lian Yun put her on the sofa, she impatiently crutched her hands and feet, and crawled crookedly to Shen Yuguan's side.Song Yan touched Shen Yuguan, happily clapped his hands directly, and kept emitting meaningless tone words in his mouth.Shen Yuguan's heart was warm and asked, "Can I hug her?"
”[The author has something to say]: Today is busy, so it is short, QAQ everyone forgive me.Song Qing, who eats zongzi in the small theater, stared at Shen Yuguan in a daze, dressed in green, green hat, green coat, green pants, and even socks are green!
There are also several rattan threads hanging on the body in retro style."
Shen Yu Guan...
You're...
It's..."
Mentally abnormal?"
He didn't cheat either?
Why is it stimulated like this?
Shen Yuguan smiled proudly, "Do you know what to eat during the Dragon Boat Festival?"
”Song Qing: "Zongzi...
Ah..."
In recent days, Song Qing has not been able to see his intention to seek pleasure, today he has hinted like this, he still doesn't believe that Song Qing can't see it, he lifted a handful of bangs and lifted half of his coat, "Got it?"
”"No, he doesn't understand, he doesn't want to."
Everyone is healthy during the Dragon Boat Festival~ Chapter 74 Lian Yunming didn't agree on his face, but he didn't refuse, and Song Yan crawled into Shen Yuguan's arms by himself, nestled on his legs, and fiddled with the doll.Shen Yuguan had no experience in taking care of children, and after Song Yan got into his arms, he was suddenly at a loss, sitting on the sofa with stiff legs, not daring to move, and playing with plush toys with her.The sparse raindrops, rustling on the glass window, the clumsy father in the window, trying his best to tease his babbling daughter, warm and quiet.When Song Qing woke up again, it was getting late, and the villain who was beating wantonly in his head was finally tired and tired, and he stopped, his limbs were weak and sore, and he didn't bother to go outside and put on a piece of clothing and went downstairs.When he reached the staircase, Song Qing's footsteps slowed down, hesitating and wandering, and there was a trace of panic.He looked out the window, the rainstorm had died down while he was asleep, and the air mixed with the smell of loess after the rain blew away the last tangles in his heart.There is only a small lamp in the living room, and the faint yellow light emanates from the glass, and the place that is not illuminated is dark and gloomy, as if there are countless eyes hiding in it to peep, and at a glance, it is quite the charm of the strange scene in the ghost movie.The goosebumps on Song Qing's arms rose, and he hurriedly turned on the ceiling light.Lian Yun's figure lying on the sofa suddenly appeared, and Song Qing said, "Looking at the phone like this is not good for your eyes." ”Lian Yun's ears turned red, hid his mobile phone, pointed to the dining table and said, "Seeing that you are sleeping deeply, I didn't call you, the meal is still hot and eat quickly." ”Song Qing nodded, took out the dishes and chopsticks from the kitchen, and sat down to eat without hurrying, but he had a bad appetite, so he took two mouthfuls of food and stacked the chopsticks.Lian Yun: "He's gone." ”After speaking, he observed Song Qing's expression with his peripheral eyes.Song Qing snorted, and didn't seem to be interested in Shen Yuguan's going.Lian Yun said again, "Yan Yan seems to like him quite a bit." ”Song Yan was like a fart-like worm, sticking to Shen Yuguan inch by inch, and Lian Yun was somewhat appreciative when he saw it.Song Qing chuckled bitterly: "Hmm." ”When he saw Song Yan's intimacy with Shen Yuguan, he had to sigh that blood was indeed a weak and incomparably strong chain in the world.Song Yan is not a familiar child, when strangers see her cuteness and want to get close to her, she will hide in Song Qing's arms, but it is different when she meets Shen Yuguan, Shen Yuguan does not need any superfluous movements, she can easily enter Song Yan's safe range.Lian Yun's face changed slightly, "He came to Chunling, he didn't want to snatch Yan Yan." ”Song Qing was choked by Lian Yun's sudden turn, "No...
No. ”"That's good."
Lian Yun breathed a sigh of relief and talked to Song Qing about some daily trivial matters, Song Qing was a little tired, but he still listened attentively."
By the way, we live next door, and the pastries I made two days ago, you can bring them to your new neighbor tomorrow."
People in the town come and go, the changes are very small, the surrounding residents, they have more or less dealt with, Lian Yun knows that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, as long as there are new neighbors, she will make some snacks and let Song Qing send them.The one that was a little far away from it had never even fallen, let alone the one that was now separated by a wall.Early the next morning, Song Qing carried pastries to visit her new neighbors, and as soon as she stepped out of the door, her mobile phone vibrated restlessly in her pocket.Song Qing felt something, frowned and took out his mobile phone, and sure enough, it was another text message from an unfamiliar number."
Have fun?"
This same sentence is the sixth time this month, and he thought at first that someone had made the mistake, but it was still possible to make a mistake once, six times in a row, and it was wrong to think about it.Song Qing replied to the message, but without exception, all of them were lost in the sea, and there was no news, he tried to block it, but next time another new number will be sent.Song Qing moved his fingers to block and delete, all in one go.It was estimated that someone was doing the prank, but he didn't put it at ease and continued to walk next door.The age of the old building is investigated, I am afraid that it is longer than the age of several Song Qing combined, the red wall and gray tiles are covered with lush creepers, forming a natural green curtain wall, the door of the building is a red vermilion lacquer door, and the two sides are inlaid with tiger head door buckles, fortunately, it is just antique, and there is a doorbell on the side wall, otherwise Song Qing is afraid of buttoning the door, and there is no sound inside.The doorbell shrieked slightly, but after a few rings, someone pulled the door open from the inside.It was a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties, dressed plainly.Song Qing: "Hello, I live next door, give-" The middle-aged woman was extremely enthusiastic, and she didn't listen to Song Qing's words, so she hurriedly greeted, "Next door?"
Then come in and sit down and sit down. ”"No, no, no."
Song Qing was stunned by her enthusiasm."
It's okay!
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Come on. ”Song Qing was caught off guard and pulled in by her, her movements were so fast, she only saw a flower in front of her, and the next second she was in someone's yard.The middle-aged woman opened the door of the living room and said, "Do you want to have something?"
”"No-" Before the words could be spoken, the middle-aged woman made a decision for him, "Then drink black tea to nourish your stomach." ”Song Qing couldn't resist her enthusiasm, and just wanted to put down the pastry and leave quickly."
I really don't-" "Come on, come on, you sit down first, I'll call the young master down." ”The middle-aged woman poured a cup of tea for Song Qing with her hands and feet, and rushed upstairs without touching her feet."
Young Master?"
Is there a runaway young master who lives next door to him, he just wants to come and deliver a pastry.Before Song Qing could reminisce, the young master in the middle-aged woman's mouth moved a little urgently, and came out with a thin coat, just a long posture, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and several circles of gauze wrapped around his neck.Song Qing: "..."
Song Qing: "The young master of the Shen family who fled from the Shen family?"
”[The author has something to say]: Let us always remember: This is a dog blood book.Thanks for the caterpillar tip!
Chapter Seventy-FiveThe courtyard of the old building was planted with patchouli, with oval or oval leaves stacked on top of each other, and the rich smell of spices mixed with the smell of earthy renovation was blown into the building by the wind, and the clothes of the two were turned.Shen Yuguan's face was much better than yesterday, but he was still as pale as rice paper, and the edges of his lips were covered with upturned dead skin.He clenched the cold railing, his coat fell off half of it due to his hurried movements, and it hung on his shoulders and was shaky, but he didn't feel half of it, and stared at Song Qing with a wrong gaze.Shen Yuguan twitched his lips twice, and said slowly, "This old building is very beautiful. ”The implication is that he didn't buy this house because of Song Qing.Song Qing looked around, put the pastry in his hand on the table, and echoed, "It's pretty beautiful." ”Red walls and gray tiles, green and secluded, Song Qing fell in love with this house at first sight, but unfortunately the owner only bought it and did not rent it, so he dispelled this idea, and when he went out, he happened to meet Sister Li renting the house he was living in now.Shen Yuguan said again, "As soon as the operation was completed, the doctor suggested that I find a quiet place to recuperate for a while, so I chose this place." ”Song Qing smiled: "You don't have to explain so much to me. ”Shen Yuguan's pace slowed down, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm worried that you will be uncomfortable." ”"No," Song Qing felt that Shen Yuguan was too worried, he was not the Jade Emperor in charge of the heavens and the earth, but he had to care about him living there, he said, "This is your freedom." ”Besides, Shen Yuguan's words are really hypocritical, if he really doesn't want him to be uncomfortable, which secluded and peaceful tourist ancient town in Frost City is not enough for him to recuperate, he has to choose a Chunling Tomb that is 108,000 miles away from Frost City, and he deliberately lives next door to him.Song Qing was too lazy to expose him, the pastries were delivered, and the new neighbors also met, so he should naturally go back.Shen Yuguan hesitated for a long time, until Song Qing's figure disappeared, and he had no way to stay.In the next few days, Song Qing didn't go out for half a step, the flower shop was taken care of by a little girl, he usually went to the shop, but he was bored at home and found a spare time to kill time, so he went or not, the flower shop could operate as usual.Lian Yun held the vegetable basket, pushed the stroller, and looked at Song Qing, who was sitting on the sofa and was depressed, and asked, "Let's go grocery shopping together?"
”She was afraid that Song Qing would be depressed if she was so stuffy in the house.Song Qing thought for a moment, thinking that he would never go out again, breathe in the fresh air, maybe there would be mushrooms on the top of his head, so he changed into a thin coat, took the baby stroller, and walked to the vegetable market with Lian Yun.The market is so close that you only need to turn a deep alley and walk for two or three minutes.The deep alley is quiet, built in the ancient building on both sides, it is not exposed to the sun all the year round, the slate moss is raging, even in the middle of summer in July and August, the deep alley also exudes cold.Lian Yun doesn't like to walk this alley on weekdays, and always feels cloudy, so he would rather spare a few more steps, but now the dark clouds cover the sun, and it looks like it is going to rain, so he copied this dark and deep road.When I went, the rain was not falling, and I didn't feel anything, but when I came back, the rain was pouring down, and the deep alleys were even more like a black curtain.Halfway through, Song Qing's rope didn't know when it was loosened, he stumbled unexpectedly, and stumbled forward a few steps, but fortunately, the deep alley was narrow and short, and he quickly held on to the wet wall, and he survived."
Be careful!"
Lian Yun's worried voice fell through the layers of rain curtains, mixed with the sound of rain.Song Qing said: "It's okay, my shoelaces are open, you go first, I'll tie them." ”He grabbed the umbrella with his head, bent down to tie his shoes, and a strong wind blew untimely, blowing away the unclamped umbrella.The rain soaked Song Qing in an instant, and he hurriedly tied his shoelaces and turned around to pick up an umbrella.The black umbrella rolled several times, hit a wall of flesh, and was forced to stop.Song Qing's vision was blurred by the heavy rain, and he could only dimly see that it was a sturdy man in black clothes and long pants, whose face was covered by a mask, and in the few seconds that Song Qing looked at him, the man stepped on the umbrella violently.Song Qing stepped forward quickly, "I'm sorry, this is my umbrella, I didn't hold it steady, I'm really sorry." ”The man was unmoved.Song Qing was a little embarrassed, the man was half a head taller than him, and he had to look up to see his face clearly, "Can you move your feet?"
”The man was still silent, his hair covering his eyebrows, but Song Qing could still feel the violence and coldness emanating from his body.Song Qing took a few steps back uncomfortably, just an umbrella, and he didn't want to pay it back."
I see you don't have an umbrella, so I'll give this one to you."
After Song Qing finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left.The man didn't catch up, his slanted eyes were like quenched venom, staring at Song Qing's back.His thick fleshy lips, hidden under the mask, slowly provoked maliciously."
Found you."
[The author has something to say]: The last sentence, I seem to be writing some suspense novel hahaha, let's invite the scum to come out and ease the atmosphere.Shen Yuguan: I'm so scared of my wife, that man is so strong and strong, I feel like he slaps him down, I feel like I can cry for a long time.Song Qing: ...
Get lost.Chapter Seventy-Six Song Qing walked quickly in the rain curtain, one puddle at a time, splashing in all directions, mixed with mud and splashing on his trouser legs, but he couldn't feel the slightest, and his pace never slowed down for a moment.The rain slid down his jaw and into his collar, cold like ice slag, and cold air came out with his breath.He held his breath until he reached the door, and when he looked back at the road he had come from, and there was no figure of the muscular man, he exhaled heavily, and pushed the door open with a weak body.The barking of the dog sounded, and he was summoned back by the scattered soul of the rain.Song Qing returned to the familiar place, the previous panic was gone, he calmed down, and suddenly felt that the sturdy man was a little familiar, although the light and shadow in the deep alley were dim, and the man was backlit and wearing a mask, which made it even more difficult to see his face, but there was an intuition that told him that he had seen this person.He searched through his mind, but in his memories for nearly a year, he couldn't find a similar figure.Song Qing had no choice but to give up, silently keeping an eye in his heart.Time flies like a white horse, seven or eight days are dazzling, and it rains for a full week in Chunling, sometimes stormy, sometimes drizzle, all depending on the mood of the gods.Since that day, Song Qing has paid special attention when he goes out, but he has never met that person again, and that person has suddenly evaporated from the world.But inadvertently, I met Shen Yuguan a few times, I don't know if Shen Yuguan is not young, or if he hasn't recuperated well, and his face is back to being as haggard as when he first arrived in Chunling.And Shen Yuguan didn't know that the second vein of Ren Du was knocked open, and when he saw him, it was not as usual, just like a dog seeing meat and bones, how could he stick it and say a few words, just greeted him lightly.If he was willing to stay, Shen Yuguan would naturally not give up the opportunity to get along with him, but when he showed that he was unwilling to pay more attention to him, Shen Yuguan would consciously retreat.For example, Song Qing took advantage of the rare good weather to go to the vegetable market for a meal, the process of shopping was comfortable, but the result was extremely tiring, he carried a full of vegetables in his right hand, and held a bag of ten kilograms of dog food in his left hand, which was a difficult step.walked to the door of the vegetable market with such a big bag and a small bag, and suddenly collided head-on with Shen Yuguan.Shen Yuguan is incompatible with the atmosphere of the vegetable market, just like an arrogant white crane, inadvertently stepping into the noisy chicken farm, all the eyes of the poultry involuntarily look at the proud figure, but the white crane only glanced indifferently, and then spread its wings and left the territory that did not belong to him.Of course, before leaving, Shen Yuguan also asked Song Qing if he needed help, but without waiting for him to answer, the bodyguards who were standing in a staggered manner, with sharp eyes and interesting eyes, trotted forward and took away all the things in Song Qing's hands on their own.Song Qing had no choice but to thank him again and again.During the whole process, Shen Yuguan only whispered a good word to him, and then along the way, Shen Yuguan never said a second sentence.The two of them walked one after the other, and Xia Hui stretched his shadow and cast it on the stone slab, as if the two were walking side by side with each other.Shen Yuguan walked behind, saw this scene, was stunned for half a second, and then silently took out his mobile phone and took a few steps closer behind Song Qing, which added to the lingering sympathy.He raised his lips slightly and took pictures of him and Song Qing's shadows.With a "click", Song Qing looked back curiously, only to see Shen Yuguan staring at his mobile phone, smiling softly.Song Qing wondered: "What are you shooting?"
”Shen Yuguan quietly set the photo as a screensaver, and put the phone back in his pocket, "The scenery is very good, take a picture casually." ”Song Qing snorted, stopped talking, and let go of the weather that had been sunny all day, and suddenly it was gloomy, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.When he arrived at the door of his house, Shen Yu stopped him with a smile, "Song Qing." ”Song Qing looked back hesitantly.Shen Yuguan took out a palm-sized clay puppet from his pants pocket, the clay puppet was exquisitely made, even the hair strands were finely outlined, and the round eyes and round face were everywhere cute, as if it was a miniature version of Song Yan.He said with guilt in his eyes, "Since Yan Yan was born, I have never been a competent father for a day, and I haven't even given anything away, I heard that the clay puppet made by the master of Chengtou is beautiful, so I asked him to make one according to Yan Yan's photo, can you trouble you, help me give it to her?"
”Song Qing's home is his forbidden place, although it is only separated by a wall, it is a place he wants to step on but can't.Song Qing didn't have much disgust with Shen Yuguan's self-recognition of Song Yan's father, after all, Song Yan did have half of his blood.As for what Song Yan thinks of Shen Yuguan's father, when she grows up, she is willing to admit it, she admits it, she is unwilling to accept it, and he will not dissuade her.Song Qing shook his head, "The next time you have the opportunity to see Yan Yan, you can give it to her personally." ”Although Song Yan is young, he is extremely sensitive to likes and dislikes, since Shen Yuguan is for Song Yan, it is best for Song Yan to decide whether to want this clay puppet.Shen Yuguan didn't force it, and gently put away the clay puppet, "Goodbye...
Hope...
Well, goodbye. ”Song Qing pushed the door in, and his voice turned in a circle in the air, drifting to the other side of the wall, "Goodbye." ”[The author has something to say]: Ah!!
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[Finally, thank you for the caterpillar's reward~] Chapter 77 Chunling is located in the southwest border of China, and there are many ethnic minorities, so there are many festivals that only locals will have, such as in mid-November, it is the annual lively and grand Shengmu Festival in Chunling.The Chunling people will change into their own national costumes, women will wear various colors of tight underwear, covered with collarless narrow sleeved shirts, wear bright ankle-length skirts, and delicate silver belts to tie skirts, and pin a fruity yellow gran at the base of the ears, and many male omegas will dress up in this way.Men wear collarless plackets or short-sleeved shirts with large plackets and small sleeves, long trousers, and cover their heads with white, red or blue cloth.The festival usually lasts for three to five days, when people take a bath in the early morning and change into beautiful clothes, and then begin to celebrate for several days, during which people splash each other with clean water sprinkled with yellow kura to pray for the washing away of the year's troubles and hope for a safe and prosperous new year.Although Song Qing is not from Chunling, he followed the customs of the locals, and he specially ordered a set of Chunling costumes for Lian Yun and himself, and prepared to travel together on the Shengmu Festival.The store is a time-honored brand in Chunling, with high production efficiency and exquisite finished products, and the skirt embroidery is handmade, embroidered with a needle and a thread.When the clothes were received, the finished product lived up to the reputation of the store, but - Song Qing: "I only ordered two sets of skirts." ”And the three sets of exquisitely made clothes in front of him, all of them are skirts spread out together, the colors are gorgeous, and the silver ornaments are adorned with agate and stacked on the clothes.The shopkeeper who delivered the clothes was the shopkeeper, forty or fifty years old, his head was smooth and mosquitoes could stumble on it, and his face was instantly full of remorse, "Ah, I heard me wrong!
”When Song Qing came in to order clothes, someone happened to be calling and ordering, and he replied with a sentence from east to west, confusing the two of them.And another day is the Shengmu Festival, even if he rushes to do it overnight, it will be too late, the shopkeeper's thick eyebrows fell, full of apologies, "Or, I will charge you two and a half sets of money, will you just do it?"
It's too late now, and even if I want to change it for you, I won't be able to catch up. ”Song Qing swept his clothes, and then looked at the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper's eyebrows were about to droop to his mouth, and it looked quite pitiful, Song Qing couldn't say anything to refuse in the face of this face, "Okay." ”"Okay."
The shopkeeper instantly revived, took out the money collection code with lightning speed, and winked at Song Qing playfully, "Five-star praise to return ten yuan vouchers, dear~" Song Qing: "..."
Does he regret that he still has a chance?"
So on the day of the Shengmu Festival, only Lian Yun's mother and daughter changed into Chunling costumes.Lian Fu jumped in a circle, the silver pendants collided with each other, crisp and clicking, she turned enough before she stopped, Song Qing hugged Song Yan and just came down from upstairs.Lian Fu jumped in front of Song Qing, her voice crisp and vibrant, "Is it good-looking, brother!"
”After he caught a cold, he didn't dare to get close to Lian Fu and Song Yan, today is the first time he has met Lian Fu at close range in recent days, Lian Fu is very fast, it has reached his chest, he took out a hand and gently rubbed the top of Lian Fu's head, "Like a little elf, very good-looking." ”Song Qing's voice was gentle, and her face turned crimson in a flash, and she raised her voice: "Brother is better-looking!"
But doesn't my brother wear the same as us?
”Song Qing explained: "My brother's clothes were wrong, so I didn't wear them. ”Lian Fu's face wrinkled, she wanted to wear the same clothes as her brother, "I saw that there are three, can't my brother wear that one?"
”"It's a dress, my brother doesn't look good in it."
Lian Fu retorted loudly, "No, my brother looks good in anything!"
My brother is the best looking in the world!
”Song Yan nestled in Song Qing's arms, snorting his head repeatedly, as if echoing Lian Fu's words."
Brother, what should you wear?"
Lian Fu grabbed the corner of Song Qing's clothes and shook it, looking at Song Qing pitifully."
I want to wear the same as my brother."
Song Qing couldn't stand Lian Fu's pleading appearance, and when he was defeated, if he refused, he would all die in his heart at the moment when Lian Fu bent his eyes, and there were many male omegas who would wear skirts, even if he wore them, it would not be too abrupt.Lian Yun laughed out loud on the side, Huang Gelan, who was hanging from her ears, trembled, she hugged Song Yan and said, "Yan Yan, I'll hold it first, and I'll wait for you at the door." ”"Wait for you, brother!"
Lian Yi smiled slyly and climbed Lian Yun out of the door together.Song Qing changed into the wrong set of clothes three times and five by two, but he didn't expect that the size of the skirt was also wrong, but fortunately, Song Qing was thin, took a hard breath, and finally lifted the zipper that was stuck in the middle of the buttocks.A floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed in front of him, his current appearance was unobstructed in the mirror, the bright red bandeau wrapped around the chest, and ended in the waist and abdomen, the ankle-length skirt could only cover Song Qing's calves, the ankles extended in a graceful arc, and the delicately patterned belt hooped out a thin and white waist, moving slightly, and the silver jewelry was crisp and sounding.