Villain [Rebirth]

In memory, the endless white snow made Song Qi gradually calm down and fell asleep.

In my dream, I went back to my childhood Longyin Villa.

"Mother~" Eight-year-old Song Qi stood in the yard, shifted the heavy long sword to his left hand, spread his right hand, and showed Xia Mian his red palm from the sword handle: "It hurts! I don't want to practice anymore."

"Don't be lazy." His father sat on the stone chair, urging Song Qi to continue practicing sword with a dignified expression.

Xia Mian, who was kneading melon seeds, stood up and walked forward, grabbed her son's little hand and rubbed it distressedly: "It's almost callus, let's rest for a while."

Father frowned and said, "Men, who doesn't have any calluses on their hands? It's not the girl's delicate, who can't practice for half an hour, so don't rest!"

Xia Mian turned to look at her husband: "Let him drink some water before practicing."

"No." Song Mingchang resolutely said: "Aqi is over eight years old, and a set of Dragon Chanting Sword makes him not as good as his cousin, but you are afraid that he will be tired and hurt, if you protect him like this, sooner or later he will be hurt Damn him! If you don’t want to see him suffer, you can stay indoors, if you stop him from working hard, I will punish him to practice for an extra hour!”

Xia Mian saw that her husband had made up his mind, so she could only mutter sadly: "Anyway, the son is yours, and it's not just my heart that hurts you."

"He hurts now, so that he won't hurt in the future!" Song Mingchang frowned.

Xia Mian was not annoyed, and suddenly turned to her husband with a smile and said: "Okay, I don't understand your family's affairs, you just let him practice, and I will take him to the house to apply some ointment to the head office? Otherwise, his little hands I won't be able to hold the sword for a while."

Song Mingchang's initial anger was extinguished again. His wife was always like this. When he was in a good mood, she pushed her forward step by step and asked him to make promises one after another; Immediately dodge the anger, he is weak and coiled like a willow branch so that he can't exert any strength.

He knew he shouldn't back down, but he couldn't help but let her dictate, finally shook his head and sighed, waved his hands into the room, signaling the mother and son to be more agile.

Song Qi followed Xia Mian into the door, was about to go to the back room, but was pulled back, turned her head, and saw her mother pointing to the west window slyly, and whispered: "Mother will take you down the mountain to play!"

Song Qi's eyes lit up.

The mother and son climbed through the window, escaped from the backyard, and went down the mountain to visit the market.

Outside the teahouse, after listening to a story, Song Qi smelled the smell of meat, turned around and saw the steamed buns from the steamed stuffed bun shop on the east side of the street coming out of the cage, and the sky was full of fragrant moisture.

Song Qi immediately turned around and tugged at his mother's sleeve: "Mom, I want to eat buns!"

"Oh." Xia Mian lowered her head and touched her sleeve pocket, and realized that she had forgotten her purse. She raised her head apologetically, but she couldn't open her mouth to reject her son's expectant little bun face.

Tit for tat, she spent half her life subduing half of the men in the cultivation world, but now she is being led by the nose by her little meatball.

Xia Mian turned her head to look at the steamer in the steamed stuffed bun shop. Through the diffuse steam, she saw the waiter's face flushed with sunburn. Turning her head, she smiled slyly at her son: "You wait."

Song Qi nodded, and then watched his mother pull out her hairpin, put the well-behaved woman's hair into a loose bun, got up and walked to the bread shop opposite.

"Bring me a cabbage bun."

"Okay!" The shop clerk picked up a piece of oil paper, wrapped the bun, and when passing it to the customer, he raised his head with a smile, and was stunned for a moment. Caught, unable to move.

Xia Mian smiled slightly at the waiter, lowered her eyebrows, touched her sleeve, and said pretending to be surprised: "Ah, I forgot my purse." She looked up at the waiter as if she had made a mistake: "I'm so sorry, I have to come back next time. "

The shop waiter came back to his senses, and hurriedly handed the buns to the woman opposite: "Girl, take it! Come here often in the future!"

Watching her mother come back with the newly baked buns, Song Qi excitedly raised her hands and cheered, reaching out to take the buns.

Just as Xia Mian was about to hand it to her son, a mischievous smile flashed in her eyes again: "Ah Qi, did you see that, how did the buns come here?"

"It's a gift from the waiter!" Song Qixi said.

Xia Mian smirked and said, "Then can you also ask the waiter to give you a bun? If you can do it, both buns will be yours."

Song Qi was stunned, and muttered: "I...I can't."

"why not?"

"My mother is good-looking, but I am not good-looking."

Xia Mian giggled for a while: "But you are so cute, you almost make me love you to death, any number of buns are worthy of it."

Song Qi lowered his head, his face flushed a little, he knew that his mother's old problem had happened again, and he would get angry again if his father knew about it.

Xia Mian pushed her son: "Go, I know, my son has the talent to soften the hearts of the whole world."

Song Qi didn't think he was cute at all. Adults just like to pinch his chubby cheeks. If you pinch your cheeks, can you change it to a steamed stuffed bun?

He doesn't like to do this kind of thing, and would rather not eat buns.

But he likes his mother and doesn't want to let her down.

So he still blushed, walked to the bun shop, and stood with his head down.

a long time.

"Little guest officer? Do you want to buy buns?"

Song Qi lowered his head: "One... any bun will do."

"Meat or vegetables?"

Song Qi felt guilty: "It's cheap..."

The waiter in the shop made a vegetable bun and handed it over: "One penny! Please go, guest officer."

Song Qi still lowered his head, stretched out his hand and scratched in the air, finally touched the bun, took it, and said in a low voice: "...I forgot to bring the money."

Shop waiter: "..." You know you forgot it before even touching your pocket?

Song Qi held the bun and lowered his head, as if waiting for the verdict.

The shop waiter couldn't laugh or cry: "You little guy, are you hungry? Where are your parents?"

A moment of silence.

Song Qi suddenly put the buns back into the steamer, turned around and ran away!

Xia Mian was out of breath after chasing him, and then she grabbed Xiaopangdun at the entrance of the alley, "You little fool! What are you running for!"

Song Qi was also out of breath, blushing and didn't dare to look at his mother, bowed his head and apologized softly: "He won't give me buns...I'm not cute."

Xia Mian was teased and laughed straight away: "Nonsense, you are the cutest!"

Song Qi looked up at her mother with tears in her eyes, and said honestly, "Daddy has a lot of money, let's go home and get the money to buy buns, mother, I... I don't want others for nothing..."

Xia Mian's smile froze, and she was suddenly burned by her son's aggrieved gaze and lowered her head.

"Mom? Are you angry?"

"No." Xia Mian raised her head and smiled, squatted down in front of her son, and stuffed the bun into his hand: "Eat it quickly, it's getting cold."

Song Qi didn't complete her mother's task, so she was embarrassed to accept the buns.

"Do you dislike the steamed stuffed bun that mother wants?" A woman like Xia Mian has never had any self-esteem in this regard, she is used to contempt, but for some reason, she can't bear her son's dislike.

Song Qi hurriedly raised her head: "I didn't!"

He took the steamed stuffed bun and devoured it hungrily.

"Eat slowly." Xia Mian realized that she was overthinking, and pinched her son's face apologetically: "I'm sorry, baby, mother is not a good woman, she suffered too much in the first half of her life, so she is so shameless Save your life. Mother is always afraid that one day, you will fall into the desperate situation mother used to be, so I want you to remember that even when you have nothing, you still have the weapon mother gave you. "

Song Qi raised his eyes to look at his mother, and said blankly, "What weapon?"

Xia Mian pursed her lips and smiled, and replied in a low voice, "Beautiful."

Eight-year-old Song Qi looked confused.

"Mother always wants to pass on to you the only skill I can do, but I forgot that we are already protected by your father." Xia Mian smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, did you feel ashamed?"

……

On the second day, Song Qi was awakened by a knock on the door.

A senior brother's voice came through the door: "Junior Brother Song! The young master asked you if you have finished copying the two scriptures!"

As soon as Song Qi opened his eyes, a carp jumped up!

Get out of bed and spread paper and ink!

The southern gentleman who killed a thousand swords said yesterday that he should have a good rest.

Send someone to remind you early in the morning!

"Where is the gentlemanly demeanor?" Song Qi muttered angrily while writing furiously, "I can't even coax my mother, but also 'mother misses her son deeply'! This guy is simply..."

"Who is the elder losing his temper with?" A dangerous voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Song Qi opened his eyes suddenly, paused for a moment, and changed his words decisively: "It's just a big! Xiao! Son! It's so touching... so touching!"

Song Qi praised and shook his head while copying the scriptures: "Thanks to Senior Brother Jiang being such an upright gentleman, I was safely sent back to Kunmen, and I want to copy the scriptures for him! Copying one copy, copying two copies, and three copies is not hesitating." !"