As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

Looming in the neon.

He could feel the depression of good intentions, knowing that Chi Wenran's marriage was partly because of the other part, and he hadn't figured it out for the time being.

Song Qinyi held the steering wheel and tentatively asked, "Are you still used to the taste here?"

Cheng Yi came back to his senses, but he didn't look away, and his voice was calm and unwavering: "It's okay."

"What did someone say to you during the day?"

"No."

"Because of what?"

"what."

"You're sad." Song Qinyi said with sarcasm, "Because of Chi Wenran?"

"No." Shengyi raised his hand and rubbed his temples, he could imagine that another meaningless quarrel would follow.

If he keeps silent, Song Qinyi will feel that he is guilty and the provocation will escalate. If he talks back, it will be even worse. It is considered lucky that he cannot get out of bed for ten and a half months after being punished.

"Song Qinyi, believe it or not, after breaking up with Wen Ran, I never thought about her again, nor did I ever think about the possibility of reconnecting with her in the future. Really, she has been unlucky for eight lifetimes when she met me, yes I don't have any thoughts about her that I shouldn't have. I just hope that she will be well in the future and get out of the harm I caused as soon as possible. I am very happy to hear that she is married..."

Looking at the busy traffic in the market with good intentions, his tone didn't fluctuate, "So you don't have to argue with me because of this, I know better than anyone else, I don't even deserve to mention her name."

He paused, but there was still something he didn't say: he just sometimes wondered, what's the point of being alive in this state. "

The vehicle turned around a few blocks, and within a 10-minute drive, it stopped at the entrance of a Chinese-style house.

When Shengyi was looking for his whereabouts, he saw the reporter mentioned this place. Song Qinyi moved to this place from the Song family's old house six years ago.

Song Qinyi parked the car, unbuckled his seat belt, and said calmly, "Here we are."

The courtyard is quiet, and it looks like an antique building. A row of crabapple plants are planted along the wall, but it is not yet in flowering period, only a piece of green.

The aunt with short and neat hair is cleaning the fallen leaves under the porch.

Probably heard the sound of the door opening, the aunt came here and greeted Song Qinyi, "Mr. Song is back."

Her eyes fell on Sheng Yi one after another, and she quickly realized, "This is Mr. Yan."

From the strange silence of those people during the day, Sheng Yi faintly sensed that something was wrong, and now combined, they finally came to a conclusion.

He looked at the aunt who seemed to have never met before, "I am, but how do you know my surname Yan?"

Auntie smiled and was about to speak, but Song Qinyi cut her off, "Sister-in-law Qin, has Ou Baiqing been here?"

Mrs. Qin couldn't adapt to the rapid change of the topic, she was stunned for a moment before responding: "Come over in the afternoon, you are not here, Mr. Ou said to come back the day after tomorrow."

"understood."

Song Qinyi didn't notify in advance when he came back this time, and even brought someone over, and it was only now that Mrs. Song remembered that the guest room hadn't been cleaned yet.

She hurried towards the guest room, but was stopped by Song Qinyi who saw her intention.

Song Qinyi said, "No need."

He took the hand of kindness and walked towards the bedroom.

The room structure is antique.

After getting started, Shengyi felt a push behind her.

In a whirl, the body has sunk into the quilt.

The cold breath in his breath is about Song Qinyi.

Sheng Yi raised her head from under the quilt, and was about to turn over when her shoulders were pressed against her and she couldn't move.

His voice came out indistinctly from under the quilt: "I want to take a bath first."

The delicate kiss was imprinted on the back of the neck, and Song Qinyi moved over little by little, suppressing him so much that he was almost out of breath, his voice rang beside his ear, very low, "I'll wash it later."

Song Qinyi is a person who is very organized and close to cleanliness in his life. In the past, when he came home and entered the door, he always took off his coat first, dusted it, hung it up, and washed himself in the bathroom and bathroom before going to bed.

She kindly heard the slight sound of him tearing off his clothes and throwing them on the ground.

This is the first time this has happened.

For some reason, Song Qinyi seemed particularly interested tonight.

Sheng Yi was a little scared, her body trembled, and she wanted to beg for forgiveness first, "I...I probably didn't make you angry."

The man responded with a slight sarcasm: "No."

But there was a tingling pain on Shengyi's shoulder, it was this guy who was biting him.

The bite mark on his neck was not healed until two months later.

Sheng Yi made a move, but was suppressed even tighter. He was a little dazed, not knowing what Song Qinyi wanted to do.

Until the end of this fuss for no reason, the good intentions were reversed, and the shortness of breath with his head buried in the quilt made him a little dizzy, and he felt that Song Qinyi was looking into his eyes in a daze.

they kiss.

After turning around, he heard this guy talking in a low voice, with a slightly hurt tone.

"Ayan, you used to like me very much, do you remember?"

Kindness feels ironic.

Obviously he is not the one who is being tossed and out of breath now, yet he speaks like a victim.

After a long time, the dimly lit room suddenly turned on the lights, Song Qinyi got up, followed by the faint sound of showering from the bathroom.

Sheng Yi was lying on the bed, but at first her heart was just empty.

His mind began to recall everything during the day, and his emotions followed, complex and messy, which instantly overwhelmed him.

He lay quietly sideways on the bed, still unwilling to admit a fact.

He has been trying to find a reason to explain why Song Qinyi has ignored him for seven years. The most steadfast one is that Song Qinyi can't contact him because he can't help himself in the Song family.

However, until today, Song Lan joked that Song Qinyi had mentioned him before.

At that moment, the part of the belief that had been supporting him collapsed.

Good intentions were coerced by the rapidly surging hatred in his heart.

He suddenly discovered that it turned out that Song Qinyi didn't leave because of any great difficulties, and now he came back only because he couldn't see the things he didn't have being taken away by others.

This trip made him the talk of the crowd. In the final analysis, it was because this guy hadn't played enough, so how could he let him go so easily.

Sheng Yi woke up in the morning light, he raised his hand to block the sun.

He tidied up his clothes and went out. The sky cleared up and he saw the whole courtyard under the bright sun.

Last night, the weather was overcast, the sight was dim, and the humidity was heavy. I probably only saw this place as a Chinese-style building.

Looking around at this moment, Sheng Yi was stunned for a while.

The yard is not a small garden, nor are any exotic flowers and plants planted, but a lush green vegetable field with melons and fruits emerging.

Song Qinyi and Mrs. Qin were picking melons and fruits in the vegetable field, Mrs. Qin was talking to him, Song Qinyi nodded, and then he felt kind eyes, so he moved his eyes over and waved to Shengyi: "Come here."

Still in surprise, Sheng Yi walked over slowly, stopped by the fence and asked in a puzzled tone, "Why?"

Song Qinyi handed him a tomato, "Hey, take it and wash it before eating."

There was a basin of water on the stone table in the yard, and he went over to wash it kindly. After washing for a long time, he finally handed it to his mouth and took a bite.

Song Qinyi came over with a small cloth bag, walked to the stone table and sat down, took out fruits and vegetables from the bag one by one.

When he was fiddling with these, he looked towards Shengyi and asked with a smile on his face, "Is it sweet?"

Sheng Yi was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Song Qinyi picked one from the pile of tomatoes to wash, and handed over the water to clean the skin.

Sheng Yi stood still, her voice slightly dry and hoarse, "Why don't you eat."

"I don't like tomatoes."

He remembered that Song Qinyi liked apples more.

He and Beibei like it, so tomatoes are the most sown in the vegetable garden of grandma's house all year round.

51. Chapter 51

Different from the lively party yesterday, the atmosphere of the Song family today is a little more quiet.

After Song Qinyi came, he was called by Song Lan to the study to discuss matters.

After lunch, there was no one in the hall, and he sat on the sofa in the hall kindly, holding a teacup to drink water, suddenly looked up, and found that Song Xihe, who had been trying to chat with him yesterday, was looking at him.

Unlike Song Lan's weak knees, his younger brother Song Cang has two sons and a daughter, and they are both married. Song Xihe is the daughter of Song Cang's eldest son Song Qifeng.

This year, she has a twin brother, Song Xiping, whom Shengyi met during lunch. Song Xiping seemed to be sick, and looked thinner than Song Xihe, so he went back to his room after lunch.

Song Xihe, who was sizing him up secretly, caught his gaze and immediately looked away, but looked back after a while.

From yesterday to now, Song Xihe is not the first to peep like this.

She frowned kindly and got up from the sofa.

He went to the back garden, where there were almost no people to be seen, which could save a lot of unnecessary eyes.

He stayed by Song Qinyi's side yesterday, and he didn't take a closer look at the whole picture of the Song family's old house.

Walking by the pond surrounded by gardens at this moment, I realized that the scenery here is really good.

Stopping and walking, he unexpectedly heard someone talking.

He was not interested in eavesdropping on other people's conversations, but the speaker mentioned Song Qinyi.

Sheng Yi froze in place, looking over there.

In the sparse shadows of branches and leaves, the back of the person who was talking seemed to be Song Qinyi's third uncle, Song Guangji, the second son of Song Cang.

"Outsiders don't know about my nephew's temper. Don't I know? You didn't see it. After he brought someone back to the old man to see him yesterday, he watched closely by his side. Whoever strikes up a conversation will dismiss him, for fear If someone is taken away carelessly, with his behavior, whoever dares to catch up with him will not be happy."

Song Guangji chattered, "He said that he traveled back and forth between the two places for more than a year to fall in love. I didn't believe it at first.