Chapter 911: Tilian

Chapter 911
Song Ying unexpectedly met Luo Qi outside.
Originally, after knowing the news of Song Hong’s innocence from Song’s mouth, she should be able to sleep with peace of mind – but after returning to the room, she became sleepless.
Originally, this time period is really too early for sleep... at 9 o'clock in the evening.
She just planned to walk out of the yard and walk around, blowing the cool breeze or something, and then saw Luo Qiu, who is also in the yard.
He should have come earlier than himself - and, where Luo Qiu now lives, is the core area of ​​the Hanshe, which is actually used in this yard.
Originally, Song Ying wanted to turn around and go, but I was curious as to what this guy ran out to do... When Song Song was worried, Luo Qiu was actually watering the flowers here.
There are many bonsais in this yard. These bonsais are Song Tianyou's cultivation and cultivation of temperament in recent years.
"You are very boring." Song Ying came to Luo Qiu's side, not salty and said a word.
"I don't want to read a book tonight, and there is no TV program to watch." Luo Qiu said while watering the water: "Looking at the bonsai here seems to have been taken care of for some time, so just grab it."
Song Ying swayed: "These bonsais are my grandfather's heart, you can not just make fun of it and ruin my grandfather's hard work!"
Luo Qiu smiled and smiled: "It is watering, and then cleaning up some dead leaves and weeds, it can't be destroyed. Are you coming?"
Said, Luo Qiu took the scissors on the bonsai shelf and sent it to Song Ying.
"Why should I cut it with you?" Song Ying frowned, holding her hands and pushing her chest out.
Luo Qiu just pulled the smile's curvature slightly larger and still did not take back the scissors.
Song Ying’s eyes gradually became hesitant...
......
Why should I accompany him to do this kind of thing?
Song Ying eventually picked up the scissors and began to help cut some withered leaves for the bonsai.
In fact, Song Ying knows that he is actually a person who is difficult to refuse others to ask. But I don't know when it started. She didn't listen to other people's requests, and she blocked all the voices that turned to her.
Constantly responding to other people's requests is a very hearty thing... let's say the existence of Chinatown. She knows that her grandson Song Tianyou is old and knows his special feelings for overseas Chinese, but it does not mean that Song Ying can accept the practice of the Chinese Street Chamber of Commerce.
In many cases, the ‘those gate’ is easy to breed a group of locusts that do nothing, and wait for others to solve the problem – there are also rents that have remained constant for so many years.
Those people, I am afraid that they have long forgotten where they lived, and where they do business, every inch of every inch belongs to the Song family - they have long regarded the measured land as their own possession.
Even, it will resist some new measures. If you are not soft, you will only get yourself into a dilemma. Therefore, Song Ying’s attitude toward China Street is also a set of faces and a set of backs.
Just like cutting off the dead leaves on these bonsais, you should also cut off those things that are parasitic on the big tree of the Song family to maintain the healthy growth of the Song family.
Cut! Cut! Cut!
Generally, Luo Qiu, who is weeding on the opposite side of the bonsai shelf, has a fast and regular bite in the scissors of Song Ying.
It seems that she was somewhat aware of Song Ying's gaze. Luo Qiu looked up and saw Song Ying in the sight of the moment, and snorted and went to other places.
Luo Qiu looked at the place she had just cut, accidentally trimmed very neatly, not like the trimming without the rules, probably learned. Just... After the cut, let the leaves scatter, but it seems to be not perfect.
Luo Qiu shook his head and took the broom and shovel to sweep away the leaves.
At this time, Song Ying did not continue to trim the bonsai, but sat on the stone drum stool in the yard and suddenly said: "In fact, I think you are very suitable for a domestic servant."
"Why." Luo Qiu asked curiously.
Song Ying squinted and smiled. "Because you look like a little bear, no one is telling you, are you very special?"
"It is."
However, what surprised Song Sakura was that Luo Qiu admitted it very directly. I only heard Luo Qiudao: "In fact, since I was a child, my body was weak. It seems that my mother was suffering from the cold when I was pregnant with me. After birth, the doctor said that I was a disease root, and I developed. It is also slower than the same year, so it looks very thin."
Song Ying stunned... This is not the beginning of the dialogue she is looking forward to?
"Probably the elementary school?" Luo Qiu's face had some reminiscence, and then the palm of his hand was placed. "Probably only so high, much worse than his peers. And it looks very thin." My mother used to say that I am like a girl."
Luo Qiu suddenly smiled. This is a smile that makes Song Sakura look very happy. She suddenly has some fascination... Thinking about how this guy was when he was a child.
What would it look like?
Perhaps, that is a completely different look from the present.

I started to drink some Chinese medicine and acupuncture, and then my father began to consciously exercise me. Gradually my physique began to get better. After a few years, I became healthy.

"Later?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.
Luo Qiudao: "I was born a few years later, and I didn't exercise much before I went to college. It probably looks a little thin."
Song Ying looked at her head and then suddenly stood up and walked to Luo Qiu's front. While touching her chin, she pinched Luo Qiu's arm and studied: "Well... this skeleton is there, it is not long. How much meat. But to be honest, like the type of my eight-pack abs, it is not for you, you still continue to take the route of the gun."
Luo Qiu smiled.
Song Ying suddenly looked at Luo Qiu seriously, and said: "Can I ask you a question? Why don't you seem to be angry? Is there nothing that will make you a little more excited? Angry Let's not say anything, at least after ordinary people see something they like, there will always be some emotional fluctuations...you, no?"
"What I like..." Luo Qiu thought for a while, "Yes."
"What is it?" Song Ying liked to find a new continent, and immediately raised his ears.
"For example, your soul, I like it very much."
Song Ying Zhang opened Zhangkou - Luo Qiu's sudden answer made her somewhat unprepared, "My soul?"
Luo Qiu whispered: "Like the bead of the Bohai Sea. It is always protected by a hard clam shell. You can't open this clamshell because you are afraid that once it is used, it will make it Fear. It may change color, but before you open it yourself, there is always no way to know its true color. Perhaps it is as you expect, it is magnificent, maybe it is just the most ordinary The pearl's milky white. But one thing is certain, that is what you expect from it, and the growth that it has. These are actually wonderful things."
Song Ying squinted and rubbed the meaning of the words, wrinkled and said: "What the hell? What are your expectations for me, and my own growth?"
Luo Qiu whispered: "You are beautiful, maybe, you can be more beautiful."
Song Ying subconsciously widened her eyes - she is not the first time to hear similar words from Luo Qiukou. She disturbed the head and subconsciously said: "This... I can think of this as what you want to do to me... meaning?"
"I don't want to do anything." Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "For me now, as long as I look at it quietly, it is enough. If you like it, it doesn't mean that it is a love between men and women... maybe It is also a matter of appreciation. For example, the person who loves flowers, the love of the beauty of flowers blooms."
Song Ying could not help but smashed her forehead, and some could not understand Luo Qiu’s attitude. This made her suddenly feel a bit confused... Originally, some people would say such words in such an understatement!
"Total, in short! You don't have any strange thoughts about me. I don't have any strange thoughts about you, OK?"
"I want to continue." Luo Qiu handed out the scissors again.
"I don't trust the grandfather's bonsai to give you such a layman!" Song Ying snorted and took the scissors directly from Luo Qiu's hand.
She carried Luo Qiu, cut the leaves on the bonsai, and suddenly asked: "How do you see the red?"
"Like a lotus flower."
"lotus?"
"Bian Tilian, connected with you."
What do you mean?
Song Ying hand stiffened... and Tilian?
This guy shouldn't be planning to put the two together...but, the grandfather has already sent out the red, and it looks like a sweet man...
There are also myself...
If this guy has something to say... when will it be...
"I warn you, don't think about it!" Song Ying suddenly turned around, and the scissors on his hand were straight at Luo Qiu. "If you think about it, I will swear!!"
Click and click, the sound of the scissors.
Luo Qiu said: "How are you feeling better?"
"Well, your sister! I hate to see you!" Song Ying was so angry that he had to gnash his teeth... There was always a feeling of being played, and I can’t wait to make this guy fat now!
Luo Qiu suddenly said: "Gan Hong was injured. It should be a period of cultivation. I think it should not be suitable for me to act as a bodyguard. I want to talk to Master Song and let her temporarily withdraw the red. There should be no problem. And..."
He suddenly went to the front of Song Ying.
Song Ying suddenly stepped back with some fear - she rarely let strange men so close to themselves, still in this strange atmosphere.
However, if she stepped back, she would definitely hit the bonsai shelf and she could not stop.
Luo Qiu stretched out his hand - it was very easy for Song Ying to understand his intentions and let her reach out.
"What do you want!" Song Ying glanced at it and suddenly recovered some momentum.
But Luo Qiu just smiled and didn't speak.
Song Ying is another big head... It’s this kind of look, and it’s this kind of gaze and attitude that people can’t refuse – just like knowing that you will follow the same calm attitude.
"What do you want to do!" Song Ying hesitated for a while, and finally reached out to the palm of Luo Qiu's palm.
Luo Qiu turned Song Ying's palm over and then put a silver bracelet on her palm.
"this is……"
On her wrist, she has always had such an almost identical silver bracelet.
"I think, it is most appropriate for you to return it to Gan Hong's hand." Luo Qiu whispered: "Since it is a testimony, then don't take it off again next time. Because there is Once, I may be reluctant to hand it over."
......
- Because there is another time, I may be reluctant to hand it over.
Song Ying sat on the drum bench of the yard herself, leaning her hand on the marble table, holding the sly look at the moonlight, and the silver bracelet was placed in front of her.
Luo Qiu has left.
I always feel that life is a mess...
......
......
"Mr. Bai, please here."
"I am bothered."
"You're welcome."
The servant is taking the white water pond to the rest of the room prepared for him - because of the in-law relationship with the Song family, the white water pond will stay in the central area of ​​the cold house if he stays in the cold house.
This seems to the outsiders that being able to be entertained here for overnight can actually be seen as a kind of capital.
Baishuitang calmly followed the servant's back, while looking at the scenery inside the Hanshe... No matter how many times I watched it, it was really a kind of chic that people had a kind of hate.
It’s just that some of the ideas of the White Pond quickly faded away like a tidal wave – because a young man is slowly walking in front of the corridor.
Baishuitang always felt that the other person's eyes fell on his body, giving him an unnatural feeling.
"Qiu Shaoye, good evening!" The maid saw the young man coming and immediately said hello.
I saw that the young man smiled and counted, and then he nodded slightly toward Baishuitang and then walked straight through.
When it was felt that the young man had completely left his distance of a few meters, the white water pond was subconsciously relieved, and a feeling of crampedness that he could not understand was also disappeared.
Baishuitang looked back subconsciously. At this time, the young man could not be seen. He had disappeared into the corner of the corridor.
A terrible feeling... The feeling of depression makes the Baishuitang look like Song Tianyou more than a decade ago.
But Song Tianyou gave him the feeling of killing and decisive, overbearing and respectful, and undoubtedly... And this young guy has made him feel humble to the extreme!
"Who is this young man?" Baishuitang couldn't help but look at the maid.
Because the relationship between Baishuitang and the Song family is very close, the servant did not think much about it at this time, and he said directly: "Mr. Bai, he is Qiu Shaoye, and now is the young master of the Song family. It is recognized by the big and the young. Master is happy because Sun Shaoye is back!"
The white water pond was slightly stunned, and he suddenly remembered that he had had a relationship with this young man. At that time, he really followed Song Songran.
but……
Sun Shaoye of the Song family... Sun!
Is there one more heir to the Song family?
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PS: I was planning to use the code at night, but the strange dinner at the end of the year suddenly increased. This time, I was filled with a few strange men. I don’t know how I got home and the clothes were messy... ... In short, the chapter is finished and hidden.
(End of this chapter)