I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Song Shixia wanted to rest, and Lin Jin didn't want to disturb her any further, so she started looking for Shi Nian around the yard. Shi Nian was lying on the rockery looking at Lin Jin. It had been raining all this time, and it had no time to bask in the sun.

"Oh." Shi Nian responded lazily, but didn't go down. From Lin Jin's perspective, Shi Nian's eyes seemed to be filled with contempt.

"Aren't you going a bit too far? Even if you are a cat, you can't be so rude. You should have some cat etiquette, do you understand?" Lin Jin stood under the rockery with her hands on her hips, pretending to be fierce and accusing Shi Nian.

"Ah." Shi Nian's voice was still lazy, and this time he didn't even glance at Lin Jin. He seemed to dislike her very much, but he didn't know that his wagging tail had already betrayed him.

"Ah, you're not angry, are you?" Lin Jin suddenly knew why Shi Nian was like this, "Are you angry that I'm always not at home?"

"Ah!" Shi Nian seemed to be angry and embarrassed, making a panting sound, and his tail went from wagging comfortably at the beginning to wagging wildly.

"Pfft!" Lin Jin couldn't help laughing, but quickly covered her mouth and made an OK gesture, "It's okay, go on, go on, I didn't say anything."

Do you have to be so cute?

Seeing that Song Shixia didn't want to play with her now, Lin Jin didn't know where to go for a moment. After going around in circles, her final destination was still the study. The furnishings in the study were still the same as when she left. It seemed that Song Shixia rarely used this place.

She sat on the chair, leaned against the back and looked at the beams: "Xunmian, sometimes I still feel that living in Fuyun Courtyard is comfortable."

When will she be able to gain enough favor from the heroine?

"Then why not just move back here, young lady?" Xunmian tried to persuade Lin Jin, "There's no one in the Lin Mansion that young lady cares about, so why would she do this?"

Lin Jin still smiled bitterly: "You don't understand."

There was no one in the Lin Mansion that she cared about, but there were things that she cared about.

"Hey, haven't I borrowed Fengwuzhi from the adults yet?" Lin Jin suddenly remembered that since he just came back today, he might as well borrow the book from Song Shiqiu now, so he doesn't need to run again in the future. "Let's go find the adults."

Song Shiqiu was in the study room, looking at the portraits that he had selected when he was choosing a husband for Lin Jin, and was going to have them burned directly: "It's no longer useful, so just get rid of it."

Forget it, let nature take its course.

But when the servant lit the brazier outside, he felt it was inappropriate. What if Lin Jin changed her mind in the future? Maybe it could still be used. Thinking of this, he stopped him: "Wait, stop burning it and put it away."

Book boy: “???”

Is your Excellency a little weird today?

"Yes." The servant boy put all the portraits back to their original places. "My Lord, is there something on your mind?"

"Huh?" Song Shiqiu looked at him in confusion.

The book boy smiled and said, "Normally, the master would have asked me to grind ink and start handling official business by this time, but today the master has been in the study for a long time without telling me what to do. But judging from the master's appearance, although he is worried, it is not a bad thing."

"You have sharp eyes." It's not a bad thing, but it's not a good thing either.

Song Shiqiu still doesn't understand why he helped Lin Jin get off the carriage. This kind of thing could be left to a few maids, why did he have to do it himself? He clearly wanted to ignore it and let the matter go, but after getting off the carriage, he inexplicably thought of Lin Jin's red eyes.

It's so pitiful.

"How could he have served the master for so many years if he doesn't even have such good eyesight? I would like to guess that the master did it because of Miss Lin Liu." The book boy looked about the same age as Lin Jin, but he had been with Song Shiqiu for many years. It was because the master was kind enough to take him in and let him stay by his side to do the work of grinding ink and sorting documents that he was able to survive.

Song Shiqiu didn't say anything, just smiled and hummed.

The bookboy, who knew his master's habits well, smiled, knowing that his guess was correct: "Master just looked at me for so long, it doesn't seem like he is worried about the young lady's marriage, but more like he is troubled. Did Miss Lin Six express her feelings to you?"

"You are wrong. She has someone in her heart, and that is not her true self." Song Shiqiu straightened his cuffs and said, "Grind the ink."

The book boy was grinding ink slowly and leisurely. Born in the countryside, he had been with Song Shiqiu for a long time and had developed a bit of elegance. "I think you know who Miss Lin Liu likes. Can you tell me?"

Song Shiqiu froze. It wasn't that he couldn't say it, but he really felt that the three points Lin Jin mentioned were not good enough. His vision was so poor that he was afraid of being laughed at. "Who they are is not something you should worry about."

The servant hummed, agreeing with this statement, but they were not concerned about Miss Lin Liu's marriage: "Your Excellency is right, but everyone in the mansion is worried about your marriage. What's more, how do you know that Miss Lin Liu's lover is not talking about you? It's not uncommon for many women in the world to cover up in front of their lovers, so it's not uncommon to add unnecessary details."

The sea is full of dreams, you are worried and I am worried too. The adults are so stupid, Miss Lin Liu is afraid that she dare not say what she has in mind.

Song Shiqiu was not careful and the ink soaked through the paper. When he came to his senses, it was too late. He glanced at the book boy and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

The book boy pretended to be busy wiping the dust off the bookshelf: "If your heart is as firm as a rock, no one can influence you."

It was probably a coincidence that just as we were talking about Lin Jin, we heard a message outside the door saying that Lin Jin had arrived. The book boy picked up a few books from the bookshelf and ran to the other side to check if the books were infested with insects. Song Shiqiu sighed helplessly, "Let her in."

Lin Jin always felt something was wrong after she came in. Why did Song Shiqiu's eyes always make her feel uneasy recently? "Sir, I came to borrow a book from you."

"What book?" Song Shiqiu retracted his gaze and looked at the paperweight, not looking at Lin Jin.

Lin Jin followed Song Shiqiu's gaze and took a step back. "I heard that you visited various places in Xia Country and wrote a book about local customs. I want to borrow it to read. Is that okay?"

Could it be that the villain is angry again and plans to kill himself with a paperweight?

"Go and get it to her." Song Shiqiu said this to the servant. He couldn't understand why he didn't dare to look at Lin Jin. Even when Lin Jin was here, he felt so confused that he couldn't hold the pen or concentrate on reading the documents.

"Thank you!" Lin Jin still remembered not to smile too much in front of Song Shiqiu, so she restrained her laughter.

When she saw the pile of books that the book boy brought over, her smile froze: "This... so many?"

Isn't it just one book? This? This is almost as thick as the books she had read for four years in college, huh? Huh?

No wonder Song Shiqiu is the only one who has it. How long will it take to see so many of them?

"Daxia is a vast country with abundant resources. What do you think?" Song Shiqiu was clearly holding a pen, but he just couldn't write a single word. This situation had never happened before. It felt a little rough and messy, and there was an indescribable feeling of depression, as if he was frustrated but a little different.

"That makes sense. It's very true." Lin Jin's eyes went dark. It would take her forever to finish reading this. She already had a lot of books to finish, and now there was a pile of local chronicles. She really felt like she could die now.

Some people appear to be alive, but have actually been dead for some time.

"But what do you want this for?" Song Shiqiu looked at her leisurely. The strange thing was that when he was not looking at Lin Jin, his heart was in turmoil, but when he was looking at Lin Jin, he calmed down instead, as if something was being concealed.

What can Lin Jin do? It's not that in this era, there are no mobile phones and you can't use Baidu Encyclopedia with one click, otherwise why would she suffer this? "Nothing, just killing time."

The few brain cells left are probably dying soon.