Chapter 928 Bingdilian
Song Ying was a little surprised to meet Luo Qiu outside.
Originally, after learning the news that Gan Hong was safe and sound from Song Haoran, she should be able to sleep peacefully - but after returning to the room, she became tossing and turning.
Originally, this time period was indeed too early for falling asleep... nine o'clock in the evening.
She just planned to go out to the yard for a walk, enjoy the cool breeze or something, and then she saw Luo Qiu, who was also in the yard.
He should have arrived earlier than him - besides, the place where Luo Qiu lives now is the core area of Humble House, and he actually uses this courtyard.
Song Ying originally wanted to turn around and leave, but she was curious about what this guy was doing out here... What surprised Song Ying was that Luo Qiu was actually here watering the flowers and plants.
There are many bonsais in this yard. These bonsais were created by Song Tianyou in recent years to cultivate his mind and character.
"You're quite boring." Song Ying came to Luo Qiu's side and said something salty.
"I don't want to read a book tonight, and I don't have much TV programs to watch." Luo Qiu said casually while watering the water: "It seems that the bonsai here has not been taken care of for a while, so I just did it casually."
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Song Ying shook her head and said: "These bonsai are all my grandpa's hard work. Don't ruin my grandpa's hard work by messing with them casually!"
Luo Qiu smiled and said: "It's just watering and cleaning up some dead leaves and weeds. It can't be destroyed. Do you want to come too?"
With that said, Luo Qiu picked up the scissors from the bonsai shelf and brought them to Song Ying.
"Why should I cut it with you?" Song Ying frowned, held her hands in her hands, and squeezed out her chest.
Luo Qiu just made the arc of his smile slightly wider, but still did not take back the scissors.
Song Ying's eyes gradually became a little hesitant...
……
Why should I accompany him to do such a thing?
Song Ying finally took the scissors and began to helplessly cut off some withered leaves from these bonsais.
In fact, Song Ying knew that she was actually a person who found it difficult to refuse invitations from others. But I don’t know since when, she became unwilling to listen to other people’s requests and blocked all the voices asking for help from her mind.
It’s tiring to constantly respond to other people’s requests…like the existence of Chinatown. She knew that her grandfather Song Tianyou was nostalgic for the past, and she also knew about his special feelings for overseas Chinese, but that didn't mean that Song Ying could accept the Chinatown Chamber of Commerce's "student door" approach.
Many times, the "student door" tends to breed a group of moths who do nothing and wait for others to solve problems when they arise - and the same goes for rents that have remained unchanged for so many years.
Those people may have long forgotten that where they live and do business, every inch belongs to the Song family - they have long regarded the land as their own property.
She will even resist some newly introduced measures... Being soft-hearted will only put herself in a dilemma, so Song Ying's attitude towards Chinatown is one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes.
Just like cutting off the dead leaves on these bonsais, we should also cut off those things that are parasitic on the big tree of the Song family, in order to maintain the healthy growth of the big tree of the Song family.
Cut! Cut! Cut!
Looking at Luo Qiu who was weeding across the bonsai shelf, Song Ying made a quick and regular clicking sound from the scissors in her hand.
As if he was aware of Song Ying's gaze, Luo Qiu raised his head, only to see Song Ying snort and walk away to another place the moment their eyes met.
Luo Qiu looked at the place she had just pruned. Surprisingly, it was very neatly trimmed. It didn't look like it was pruned without rules. She probably had learned it. It's just that... after cutting it, leaving the leaves scattered on the ground, it seemed a little imperfect.
Luo Qiu shook his head and took a broom and shovel to sweep away the fallen leaves.
At this time, Song Ying did not continue pruning the bonsai, but sat on the stone drum stool in the yard, and suddenly said: "Actually, I think you are very suitable for being a domestic servant."
"Why." Luo Qiu asked curiously.
Song Ying squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Because you look like you are in trouble. No one told you that you are so special and girly?"
"Yes."
However, to Song Ying's surprise, Luo Qiu admitted it directly. I only heard Luo Qiu say: "Actually, my body has been relatively weak since I was a child. It seems to be because my mother suffered from wind and cold when she was pregnant with me. After I was born, the doctor said that I had a root cause of the disease, and my development was He is also slower than people of the same age, so he looks very thin.”
Song Ying was startled... Isn't this the conversation she was looking forward to?
"Maybe it was in elementary school, right?" Luo Qiu had a look of reminiscence on his face, and then waved his hands, "I'm probably only this tall, which is much lower than his peers. And he still looks very thin. My mother always said that I look like a girl.”
Luo Qiu suddenly smiled, a smile that made Song Ying look happy. She suddenly felt fascinated... thinking about how this guy looked when he was a child in his parents' arms.
What will it look like?
Perhaps it was completely different from now.
"Later I started to drink some Chinese medicine and do acupuncture, and then my father also began to consciously exercise me. Gradually, my physical condition began to become good. After a few years, I became healthier."
"What happened next?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.
Luo Qiu said: "Then I was a stranger for a few years, and I didn't do much exercise until I went to college. I probably still look a little thinner."
Song Ying looked sideways, then suddenly stood up and walked in front of Luo Qiu. While stroking her chin and squeezing Luo Qiu's arm, she studied and said, "Well... I do have some bones, but I don't have any growth." How much meat. But to be honest, someone with eight-pack abs like my uncle is not suitable for you, so you should continue to be a sissy.”
Luo Qiu smiled.
Song Ying suddenly looked at Luo Qiu seriously and said seriously: "Can I ask you a question...Why don't you seem to be angry? Isn't there something that can make you a little more excited? Angry Let’s not talk about it for now, at least ordinary people will always have some emotional fluctuations after seeing something they like... Don’t you?”
"Something I like..." Luo Qiu thought for a while, "Yes."
"What is it?" Song Ying suddenly pricked up her ears as if she had discovered a new continent.
"For example, I really like your soul."
Song Ying opened her mouth - Luo Qiu's sudden answer caught her off guard, "My soul?"
Luo Qiu said softly: "It's like a pearl left in the ocean. It is always protected by a hard clam shell. You can't pry this clam shell open because you are afraid that once you use violence, it will become Scared. It may change color because of this, but you have no way of knowing until it opens on its own. The right color. Maybe it is as magnificent as you expected, or maybe it is just the most ordinary milky white color of pearls, but one thing is certain, that is what you expect from it. The growth itself is actually a wonderful thing.”
Song Ying blinked her eyes, sorted out the meaning of these words, frowned and said, "What the hell? What are your expectations of me, and my own growth?"
Luo Qiu said softly: "You are very beautiful, maybe you can be more beautiful."
Song Ying's eyes widened subconsciously - this was not the first time she heard similar words from Luo Qiu. She shook her head and said subconsciously: "This... I can take this as a sign of what you want to do to me or something like that...?"
"I don't want to do anything." Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "For me now, just watching quietly is enough. Like you, does not mean that it is a love between men and women... maybe It can also be said to be appreciation. For example, people who love flowers love the beauty of blooming flowers. ”
Song Ying couldn't help but rub her forehead. She was a little unsure of Luo Qiu's attitude, which made her suddenly feel confused... How could anyone say such words in such an understatement?
"Anyway, anyway! You are not allowed to have any strange thoughts towards me, and I have no strange thoughts towards you at all, okay?"
"Do you want to continue?" Luo Qiu held out the scissors again.
"I can't trust my grandpa's bonsai to a layman like you!" Song Ying snorted and took the scissors directly from Luo Qiu's hand.
She was carrying Luo Qiu on her back, cutting the leaves on the bonsai, and suddenly asked: "How... do you think of Gan Hong?"
"Like a lotus."
"Lotus?"
"Bingdilian, connected with you."
What's the meaning?
Song Ying's hand froze...Bing Dilian?
Could this guy be planning to bring the two of them together... However, grandpa has already sent Gan Hong away. Judging from Gan Hong's temperament...
And myself...
If this guy is so interesting...will he be able to...
"I'm warning you, don't even think about it!" Song Ying suddenly turned around and pointed the scissors in her hand straight at Luo Qiu, "If you think about it, I'll click!!"
Click, click, click, the sound of the scissors.
Luo Qiu said, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
"Hey sister! I hate you when I see you!" Song Ying was so angry that she gritted her teeth... She always felt like she was being teased, and she wished she could beat this guy up right now!
Luo Qiu suddenly said: "Gan Hong is injured and needs to recover for a period of time. I think it is not suitable for me to act as a bodyguard or something like that anymore. I want to talk to Mr. Song and ask her to evacuate Gan Hong temporarily. There should be no problem. And..."
He suddenly walked up to Song Ying.
Song Ying suddenly backed away a little in fear - she rarely let a strange man come so close to her, and she was still in this strange atmosphere.
But if she took a step back, she would definitely hit the bonsai shelf, and she had to stop.
Luo Qiu stretched out his hand - it was easy for Song Ying to understand his intention and let her stretch out her hand too.
"What do you want to do!" Song Ying glared and immediately regained some momentum.
But Luo Qiu just smiled and said nothing.
Song Ying's head felt dizzy again... There was this look again, and this look and attitude that made it hard to refuse - as calm and calm as if she knew she would definitely do it.
"What exactly do you want to do!" Song Ying hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out her palm and folded it on Luo Qiu's palm.
Luo Qiu turned Song Ying's palm over and placed a silver bracelet on her palm.
"This is..."
She has always had an almost identical silver bracelet on her wrist.
"I think it would be most appropriate for you to return it to Gan Hong's hand." Luo Qiu said softly: "Since it is a kind of testimony, then don't take it off casually next time. Because again If it happens once, I might be reluctant to hand it over.”
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——Because if it happens again, I might be reluctant to hand it over.
Song Ying sat by herself on the round stone bench in the courtyard, leaning on the marble table with her hands, cradling her chin and looking at the moonlight. The silver bracelet was placed in front of her.
Luo Qiu has left.
I always feel that life is a mess...
……
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"Mr. Bai, please come this way."
"I'm sorry."
"You're welcome."
The servant was taking Bai Shuitang to the guest room prepared for him to rest - because of his in-law relationship with the Song family, if Bai Shuitang stayed in the humble house, he would also be entertained in the central area of the humble house.
From the perspective of outsiders, being able to be invited to stay here for the night can actually be regarded as a kind of capital.
Baishuitang followed the servant calmly, while looking at the scenery inside the humble house... No matter how many times he saw it, the uniqueness of the eventful one really made people want to hold it in their hands.
Just some thoughts in Baishuitang soon subsided like the tide - because in front of the corridor, a young man was walking slowly.
Baishuitang always felt that the other person's eyes were on him, which made him feel unnatural.
"Master Qiu, good evening!" The servant saw the young man approaching and immediately greeted him respectfully.
The young man smiled, indicating that he had received the summons, and then he nodded slightly towards the Baishuitang and passed by.
When he felt that the young man was completely away from him by a few meters, Baishuitang breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. A feeling of embarrassment that he could not explain had just disappeared.
Baishuitang subconsciously looked back. At this time, the young man could no longer be seen. He had disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
What a terrible feeling... The depressing feeling made Bai Shuitang feel like he had seen Song Tianyou from more than ten years ago.
But Song Tianyou gave him the feeling of being decisive, domineering and unquestionable... But this young guy made him feel extremely humble!
"Who is this young man?" Baishuitang couldn't help but look at the servant and asked.
Because Baishuitang has a close relationship with the Song family, the servant did not think much at this moment and said directly: "Mr. Bai, he is Master Qiu, and now he is Master Sun of the Song family. The eldest young master recognized him. I’m so happy now that Master Sun is back!”
Baishuitang was slightly startled. He suddenly remembered that he had actually had a relationship with this young man - at that time, he was indeed with Song Haoran.
But...
Young Master Sun of the Song family...Sun!
Isn't there another heir to the Song family?
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PS: I originally planned to write at night, but as the year draws to a close, there are suddenly more and more strange dinner parties. This time, I was still screwed by a few strange men. I don’t know how I came home with my clothes in a mess... ...In short, I’ve finished coding this chapter, so I’ll hide it. (End of chapter)