"By the way, what did you take?

Song Xijun came out with a delicate antique black box in his hand. Wen Qingshui couldn't help but be curious.

She blamed herself for being in the shop, her attention was on her little bench, and she didn't even notice what he was doing! What is it that makes him, a busy man, willing to spend half a day doing it himself?

I saw her staring at the box in his hand like a wolf. It seems to be looking through the exterior of the box to see through what is inside. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Let's go! We've got a long way to go! It's an old neighborhood. ”

He deliberately hung her appetite. Actually, it was for her.

But this dwelling is so big, I didn't walk through it for half a day. Because it is an old community, the lighting here is not very good. The street lights are far away and dimly lit. You have to go all the way to the street lamp and make a loud noise, and the voice-activated light will reluctantly turn on.

I didn't feel it when I was doing handicrafts, but now that I'm idle and have been walking for so long, Wen Qingshui feels tired.

"There's a pavilion, let's go in and rest for a while!" Song Xijun's suggestion, she immediately agreed with both hands.

"It's so old, I didn't expect such a developed city center to have such a place. Wen Qingshui sighed.

"It's almost gone! I bought the land and was about to start moving!"

"Really, you're so rich!"

"Haha, your focus is here?"

"Isn't it? With the right to use such a large piece of land, plus the relocation money and the upfront investment, small developers simply can't afford it. Are you ready to do real estate?"

"I've lived here again, it's the building in front of me! It's dark! I bought it, I want to keep it, I'll renovate it!"

"It's really capricious to be rich!" Wen Qingshui sighed even more.

"Come with me?"

"Okay!"

The two men stood up as they spoke, heading towards the black hole.

"Are you afraid?" asked Song Xijun gentlemanly. Put the long box in her hand and take her other hand forward!

"I used to be afraid of the dark, but since my father died, I don't seem to be so scared. If I'm afraid of the unseen, then what am I afraid of now?

"You'll still have me in the future!"

Song Xijun whispered, but Wen Qingshui heard it clearly!

"You're taking advantage of me?"

Song Xijun was speechless again about her concerns!

"No, let's go!" she said, clenching her hand even tighter.

Her hands were about the same size as her own, only more elongated. But it's a little stiff.

"In the past, it was written that girls' hands were soft and small. Today I found out that this is not the case at all!"

"Hehe, you're wrong! Girls' hands are generally soft. I've been working since I was a child. Those elementary school classmates of mine are much harder than my hands, and they have calluses!"

Song Xijun was stunned for a moment! Could this be the case? He couldn't help but sketch in his heart the scene of her working when she was a child! He didn't know what kind of work the children in the countryside would do. It's just a small body dragging a heavy object in my mind! Just thinking about him makes me feel distressed for a while.

"What do you do?" said in a low voice, with a faint sadness.

"I don't have any work in the countryside! I have a classmate who can do all the work in the family at the age of seven, and most of them are laborers!"

"Seven years old!"

Song Xijun's heart twitched. What was he doing at seven, pampering play, and at fourteen, he was still feeling sorry for himself when he went through that incident. Lamenting the tricks of fate. But she had endured much more than he had at the age of seven.

She could have raised a home at the age of fourteen!

Thinking of this, the impact of that year's incident seems to have been reduced by more than half all at once. Thinking of that, he didn't feel tightness in his chest and shortness of breath! It seemed that the shackles of many years were about to collapse because of her few words.

But while he was happy, his heart was full of pity. Why did I meet her so late. If it had been earlier, how much less could she have endured? Now I'm afraid it's more pure and lovely, right?

Song Xijun didn't make a sound, and pulled her up to the top floor, but fortunately, the sensor lights were easy to use even though they were dull.

Opening the door, the dusty aura that Wen Qingshui had imagined did not hit. This allowed her sensitive nose to escape.

The house is simple but not dirty. Broken, but not discreet.

"You come often?"

Wen Qingshui turned around and asked casually. In her opinion, there is nothing special here. But each place is special because it targets different people and people's experiences, which gives the place a different charm, right?

"Come when you're thinking!"

"It's a nice place!simple but cozy!"

"You can feel the warmth, there's almost no furniture in here now!"

"I feel your most beautiful memory!"

In an instant, Song Xijun's eyes were full of tears. But Wen Qingshui has already turned around. She was looking at the Eight Immortals table from decades ago. It's like studying its mortise and tenon structure. He knew that she was giving him time.

He stood up, his back to her. Take in the whole room. It's as small and cosy as her cottage.

"Do you have good memories of you in your cabin?" he blurted out without even passing through his brain!

It turns out that he has always cared so much. Now he knew that he didn't care about her past, but about the absence of him in her past.

Silence, silence! Just when Song Xijun regretted it so much that he didn't know how to redeem it, Wen Qingshui's voice came. Low, hoarse, but determined.

"Hardly, I only moved in this room after my father died! Every day in it is torment! The house that once had my fond memories has been quarreled and all the good things have been spent! From the moment I moved out, it has nothing to do with me anymore!"

"Qingshui, I'm sorry!" Song Xijun turned around and hugged her in his arms.

In her opinion, this hug has nothing to do with men and women, and it has nothing to do with the feelings of men and women. Just pure comfort. "It's okay, I don't mind at all!"

"Really?"

"Really! I put it down!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Celebrate, then?"

"Celebrate?

"Don't you have a bad stomach, why aren't you hungry today?"

"Oh, yes, I haven't eaten yet, I haven't even eaten, I haven't eaten yet, I haven't eaten dinner. It's strange that I didn't feel hungry, but now that you mention it, I'm hungry in an instant!"

Saying that, Wen Qingshui rubbed her stomach pitifully.

Song Xijun smiled.

In his heart, everything about her is so lovely.

What kind of eyes did he have? When did he start to be so hot? so hot that she couldn't ignore it if she wanted to. Is it a delusion?

Immediately, she sounded the alarm bell in her heart, and she couldn't help frowning. But I heard Song Xijun say: "My mother also sat at this table like this back then, looking at me with a smile. Her voice was gentle. He seemed to go back to the way he had been.

Hearing his words, Wen Qingshui suddenly felt that he exhaled a breath that was so nervous that it was spasmodic.

It turned out to be remembering the past! Fortunately, it wasn't what she thought!

It's so dangerous, did you almost scare the cute little woman? Thinking of this, Song Xijun also let out a breath of turbidity!

Is it easy for him? If you like it, you have to hide it!

Everyone said to let him be straightforward, and they all said that the woman he liked was simple and pure. But who knows if she's a tendon, or a hard tendon! If he had been simple and straightforward, I'm afraid she would have disappeared from his sight forever.

When!when!

There was a sudden knock on the door! Wen Qingshui was startled! Isn't there no one in this building?

The horror in her eyes could not be concealed. The whole person tensed up instantly!

"Don't be afraid, it's Wang Zheng!"

His explanation comforted her somewhat, but she still looked at the door alertly.

Her reaction made him feel distressed for a while!

Hurriedly asked aloud. "Who's out there?"

"It's me, Wang Zheng!"

A familiar voice came, and Wen Qingshui finally sat back in the chair with his whole heart. She felt like her soul had flown out of her body just now, a feeling of not knowing where she was, as if she was ready to flee at any moment.

"It's getting dark, bring a few people to pick us up!"

"Okay, Mr. Song!" Wang Zheng agreed and left.

Wen Qingshui was also completely relieved. But there is also some uneasiness, is it because many of her have to work overtime!

But the smell of the food Song Xijun was carrying diverted her attention. Maybe it was because she was so nervous just now! At this time, she felt a little hungry and paralyzed.

It's only been a dozen seconds, but she seems to have gone for a long-distance run.

"Drink some water first!" Wen Qingshui saw that he was still carrying a large kettle. At this moment, the water poured out of the pot is just right to drink.

"Wang Zheng is too caring, he is very good at taking care of people!

"I asked him to prepare, you have a bad stomach, it will be much better to drink some hot water before eating!"

I'm so embarrassed! I'm thanking the wrong person?

"You can't just praise other men in the future!"

"What?"

What does that mean? Does it mean that you can praise him, but you can't praise others?

"Aren't you hungry? I'm a little late today, eat slowly and beware of an upset stomach! There are a few cans of beer here, you can drink a little if you like, but don't drink too much!"

"Wow, and beer? Am I a drunkard in your heart?"

"No, just drink too much!"

"You are so caring, your wife will be very happy in the future! Wow! Handsome and gentle. Perfect!"

Song Xijun's eyes were full of smiles, and he sandwiched a lot of dishes for her! Wen Qingshui noticed that the dishes on the table were all her favorite dishes. I can't help but be stunned! This is also a coincidence?

"What? I'm so good, you're so excited, you want a man like me, too?"

"What woman doesn't want to? But people must be self-aware, and they must see if they can hold it! I am very self-aware, and I dare not covet you!"

As he spoke, he picked up a can of beer that had been opened and took a sip.