Song Ying was a little surprised to meet Luoqiu outside.
Originally, after hearing the news from Song Haoran that Gan Hong was safe and sound, she should be able to sleep peacefully. But after returning to her room, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Originally, it was indeed too early to fall asleep at this time … It was nine o 'clock in the evening.
She just planned to walk around the courtyard and enjoy the cool breeze or something. Then she saw Luoqiu who was also in the courtyard.
He should have come earlier than her — and Luoqiu was now living in the core area of the house. In fact, he was also using this courtyard.
Originally, Song Ying wanted to turn around and leave, but she was curious about what this guy was doing here … What made Song Ying stunned was that Luoqiu was actually watering the plants here at this moment.
In this courtyard, there were many bonsai plants. These bonsai plants were the result of Song Tianyou's cultivation over the past few years, as well as his temperament.
"You're quite bored." Song Ying came to Luoqiu's side and said indifferently.
"I don't feel like reading tonight, and there's no TV program I want to watch." Luoqiu said casually while watering, "It seems that the bonsai here haven't been taken care of for some time, so I just did it casually."
Song Ying shook her head and said, "These bonsai are all my grandfather's efforts. Don't ruin my grandfather's efforts by casually doing it!"
Luoqiu smiled and said, "It's just watering and then cleaning up some withered leaves and weeds. It won't be ruined. Do you want to come too? "
With that said, Luoqiu picked up the scissors on the bonsai shelf and sent it to Song Ying.
"Why should I cut it with you?" Song Ying frowned. She hugged her arms and squeezed her chest out.
Luoqiu just pulled the arc of his smile slightly wider, but still didn't take back the scissors.
Song Ying's eyes gradually became a little hesitant …
…
Why should I accompany him to do this kind of thing?
Song Ying finally took the scissors and then began to reluctantly cut some withered leaves for these bonsai.
Actually, Song Ying knew that she was someone who found it hard to refuse an invitation. But she didn't know when it started, but she stopped listening to other people's pleas and blocked out all the voices that came to her.
It was very tiring to constantly respond to other people's requests … such as the existence of Zhonghua Street. She knew that her grandfather, Song Tianyou, cherished old friendships, and she also knew that he had special feelings for the overseas Chinese. However, that didn't mean that Song Ying could accept the Zhong Hua Street Chamber of Commerce's' Life Gate 'approach.
Most of the time, the Gate of Life would breed a bunch of parasites who would do nothing but wait for others to solve the problem when there was a problem. It was the same for the rent that remained the same for so many years.
Those people had probably forgotten that every inch of the land they lived in and did business belonged to the Song Family. They had long regarded every inch of land as their own.
She would even resist some new measures … Being soft-hearted wouldn't do. She would only put herself in a dilemma. Therefore, Song Ying's attitude towards Zhonghua Street was also superficial.
Just like cutting off the dead leaves on the bonsai, the parasites on the Song family tree should also be cut off to maintain the healthy growth of the Song family tree.
Snip! Snip! Snip!
Looking at Luoqiu who was weeding across the bonsai shelf, the scissors in Song Ying's hand made a quick and regular biting sound.
Luoqiu seemed to be aware of Song Ying's gaze. He raised his head, but the moment their eyes met, Song Ying snorted softly and walked away.
Luoqiu looked at the place where she had just cut. Surprisingly, it was very neat. It didn't look like a messy pruning. She probably learned it before. However … after cutting, the leaves were scattered on the ground. It seemed a little imperfect.
Luoqiu shook his head, took a broom and a shovel, and swept away the fallen leaves.
At this time, Song Ying didn't continue pruning the bonsai. Instead, she sat on the stone stool in the yard and suddenly said, "Actually, I think you are very suitable to be a domestic servant."
"Why?" Luoqiu asked curiously.
Song Ying narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Because you look like a little bottom. Didn't anyone tell you that you are very feminine?"
"There is."
However, to Song Ying's surprise, Luo Qiu directly admitted it at this moment. Luoqiu said, "Actually, since I was young, my body was relatively weak. It seems to be because my mother had a cold when she was pregnant with me. After I was born, the doctor said that I was sick. My development was slower than others of the same age, so I looked very thin and weak. "
Song Ying was stunned … This wasn't the conversation she was looking forward to.
"Probably when I was in primary school?" Luoqiu had a look of reminiscence on his face. Then, he waved his hands, "About this tall, much shorter than others of the same age. And I still looked very thin and weak. My mother always said that I looked like a girl. "
Luoqiu suddenly smiled. This was a smile that made Song Ying feel very happy. She suddenly felt a little fascinated … Thinking of this guy when he was young in his parents' arms.
What would he look like?
Perhaps, it would be completely different from now.
"Later, I began to drink some Chinese medicine and do acupuncture. Then, my father began to consciously exercise me. Gradually, my physique began to become good. After a few years, I became healthy."
"And then?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.
Luoqiu said, "Later, I was rusty for a few years. Until I went to college, I didn't exercise much. Probably, I still look a little thin and weak."
Song Ying tilted her head and sized him up. Then she suddenly stood up and walked in front of Luo Qiu. She touched her chin and pinched Luo Qiu's arm, studying it, "Well … you have a skeleton, but you don't have much flesh. But to be honest, the eight-pack type like my uncle doesn't suit you. You should continue to be a sissy. "
Luoqiu smiled.
Song Ying suddenly looked at Luoqiu seriously, saying seriously, "Can I ask you a question … Why don't you get angry? Is there nothing that can make you a little excited? Let's not talk about anger first. At least ordinary people will always have some emotional fluctuations when they see something they like … You, don't you? "
"Something I like …" Luoqiu 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 like your soul very much."
Song Ying opened her mouth — Luoqiu's sudden answer made her a little unprepared, "My soul?"
Luoqiu said softly, "Like a pearl in the sea. It was protected by its hard shell at all times. You can't pry open the clamshell because you are afraid that once you use violence, it will become afraid. It may change color because of that, but before it opens itself, there is no way to know its real color. Maybe it is as magnificent as you expect, or maybe it is just the milky white of the most ordinary pearl. But one thing is certain, and that is the sense of anticipation you have for it, as well as its own growth potential. These are actually very wonderful things. "
Song Ying blinked and thought about the meaning of these words. She frowned and said, "What the hell? Your expectation for me, and my own growth? "
Luoqiu said softly, "You are very beautiful, maybe, you can be more beautiful."
Song Ying subconsciously opened her eyes wide — It was not the first time she heard such words from Luoqiu. She scratched her head and subconsciously said, "This … I can take this as you wanting to do something to me … or something like that?"
"I don't want to do anything." Luoqiu shook his head and said, "For me now, it is enough to just look at you quietly. Liking you doesn't mean that it is like between a man and a woman … or it can be said that it is appreciation. For example, people who love flowers, love the beauty of flowers in full bloom. "
Song Ying couldn't help but rub her forehead. She couldn't figure out Luoqiu's attitude, which made her feel a little confused … Who would say such words so casually!
"In, in short! You are not allowed to have any strange thoughts about me, and I don't have any strange thoughts about you, okay? "
"Do you want to continue?" Luoqiu handed the scissors again.
"I don't feel at ease leaving my grandfather's bonsai in the hands of a layman like you!" Song Ying snorted and directly took the scissors from Luoqiu's hand.
She carried Luoqiu on her back and cut the leaves on the bonsai. She suddenly asked, "How … do you see Gan Hong?"
"Like a lotus flower."
"Lotus flower?"
"Bingdi lotus flower, connected to you."
What does that mean?
Song Ying's hand froze for a moment … Bingdi lotus flower?
Could it be that this fellow is planning to combine the two together … But, grandfather has already sent Gan Hong out. Based on Gan Hong's character …
And I also …
If this fellow is a little interesting … When the time comes, will I …
"I am warning you, don't even think about it!" Song Ying suddenly turned around, the scissors in her hand pointed straight at Luoqiu, "If you want to, I will cut!"
Kacha kacha, the scissors made a sound.
Luoqiu said, "How is it? Do you feel better?"
"Better your sister! Seeing you makes me hate you! " Song Ying was so angry that she gritted her teeth … She had a feeling that she was being played. She couldn't wait to give this fellow a good beating!
Luoqiu suddenly said, "Gan Hong is injured. She should need some time to recuperate. I don't think it is suitable for her to be my bodyguard. I want to talk to Old Master Song and ask him to withdraw Gan Hong temporarily. There shouldn't be any problems. Also … "
He suddenly walked to the front of Song Ying.
Song Ying suddenly retreated a little in fear — She rarely let a strange man get so close to her, especially in such a strange atmosphere.
But if she took a step back, she was bound to bump into the bonsai shelf. She had to stop.
Luoqiu stretched out his hand — It was easy for Song Ying to understand his intention, so she also stretched out her hand.
"What do you want to do!" Song Ying glared and regained some of her momentum.
But Luoqiu just smiled and didn't say anything.
Song Ying had a headache again … It was this kind of gaze again. It was this kind of gaze and attitude that made people unable to refuse — as if he knew that she would do it.
"What do you want to do!" Song Ying hesitated for a while, but finally stretched out her hand and placed it on top of Luoqiu's palm.
Luoqiu turned Song Ying's palm over, and then put a silver bracelet on her palm.
"This is …"
She always had a silver bracelet on her wrist that was almost identical to the one she was wearing.
"I think it's most appropriate for you to return it to Gan Hong's hand." Luoqiu said softly, "Since it's a kind of witness, don't take it off casually next time. Because if there's another time, I may be reluctant to hand it over. "
…
— Because if there's another time, I may be reluctant to hand it over.
Song Ying sat on the round stone stool in the yard. She leaned on the marble table and looked at the moon with her hands supporting her cheeks. The silver bracelet was in front of her.
Luoqiu had left.
She always felt that her life was in a mess …
…
…
"Mr. Bai, this way please."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The servant was taking Bai Shuitang to the guest room prepared for him to rest — Because of the marriage relationship with the Song Family, Bai Shuitang would also be received in the central area of the house if he stayed overnight.
In the eyes of outsiders, being able to spend the night here could be seen as a kind of capital.
Bai Shuitang calmly followed behind the servant while looking at the scenery in the house … No matter how many times he looked at it, it was so unique that he really wanted to hold it in his hands.
But some of Bai Shuitang's thoughts quickly faded away like the tide — because in front of the corridor, a young man was walking slowly.
Bai Shuitang always felt that the young man's eyes fell on him, which made him feel unnatural.
"Young Master Qiu, good evening!" When the servant saw the young man walking over, she immediately greeted him respectfully.
The young man smiled, which was a greeting. Then he nodded slightly to Bai Shuitang and directly walked past.
When he felt that the young man was a few meters away from him, Bai Shuitang subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. A kind of uneasy feeling that he couldn't explain disappeared.
Bai Shuitang subconsciously looked back. At this time, he couldn't see the young man's trace. He had disappeared at the corner of the corridor.
What a terrible feeling … The oppressive feeling made Bai Shuitang feel like he saw Song Tianyou more than ten years ago.
However, the feeling that Song Tianyou gave him was that he was decisive, domineering, and unquestionable … However, this young fellow gave him a feeling of humility to the extreme!
"Who is this young man?" Bai Shuitang couldn't help looking at the servant and asking.
Because Bai Shuitang had a close relationship with the Song Family, the servant didn't think much at this time and directly said, "Mr. Bai, he is Master Qiu, now the Little Childe of the Song Family. He was recognized by the eldest young master. Because the Little Childe came back, the master was very happy during this time! "
Bai Shuitang was slightly stunned. He suddenly remembered that he had met this young man once — At that time, he was indeed with Song Haoran.
But …
The Little Childe of the Song Family … Sun!
Wasn't there one more heir of the Song Family?
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