At this time, the night was sparse, the starlight outside the window had faded, and the candles in the house had long been extinguished. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In this silent night, there is the sound of insects, and the spring cold is steep, lingering in front of the house, behind the house, inside and outside the house.

Jiang Huijia hugged her quilt and moved a little uncomfortably.

When she was in the old Song family, there was no way, no matter how nominal and substantial, under so many pairs of eyes, as Song Yi's wife, whether it was reasonable or logical, she couldn't ask to sleep in a separate bed with Song Yi.

But now that they have finally separated from the old Song family and can live their own independent life, and they want her to live in the same room with Song Yi, she somehow can't handle it as calmly as before.

But after all, it has just been separated, and there is only one bed in this new home, so if she proposes to sleep in separate beds at this time, doesn't it seem very good?

Jiang Huijia silently thought in her heart: "Hypocrisy is a disease, and it must be cured......"

Ahem, this seems to be a bit difficult to treat, is it swollen?

Song Yi spoke up at this time: "Lady......" He called Jiang Huijia softly.

Jiang Huijia was inexplicably excited, and goosebumps all over her body suddenly rose.

"What are you doing?" she quickly asked, a little vicious.

Song Yi's voice was like a babbling stream in the quiet night, with a smile in a low voice, and he said very tolerantly: "Lady, this time is different from the past. In just one sentence, the tone is soft, but it contains indescribable meaning.

Jiang Huijia thought about Song Yi's actions since she got married, and suddenly her heart moved.

Finally moved out of the old Song family and had her own independent new home, this matter should not only be of great significance to her Jiang Huijia, but also to Song Yi.

She is looking forward to separating the family, why doesn't Song Yi want to split up?

It's just that his mood may be more complicated and deeper.

The ancients were precocious, and people like Song Yi who have been reading since childhood are even more different. It would be a big mistake if she just treated him as an ordinary sixteen-year-old boy according to modern standards.

Of course, Jiang Huijia never treated Song Yi as an ordinary teenager. From the very beginning, Song Yi's words and deeds made her unconsciously treat him as an equal adult. Although she sometimes jokingly calls him a little fresh meat in her heart, it is only because Song Yi is young and will be tender in some aspects. In fact, the other party's mind is obviously very mature.

At this time, Jiang Huijia suddenly felt that she seemed to have regarded Song Yi too simple in the past.

She couldn't help asking, "What is different from the past?"

Song Yi said: "From now on, whether it is good or bad, life will be lived by ourselves." Lady, if you marry me, you will be a ...... after all I've wronged you. His voice trembled slightly, and he finally uttered the last sentence.

Jiang Huijia can actually appreciate his sincerity.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and through the silent night, at this moment, Jiang Huijia seemed to be able to touch the deep beating heart in the young man's chest.

She couldn't help but tremble slightly, but for a while she didn't know whether she was happy or sad, or at a loss.

Jiang Huijia was speechless, the two sides were silent for a long time, and Song Yicai said in a low voice: "Lady, I have already thought about it, when the trivial matters at home are all arranged in the past few days, and my wheelchair has arrived, if it is convenient, I will open a small Mengxue Hall at home." ”

Jiang Huijia: "......"

Jiang Huijia was so surprised, so surprised that she even felt that her IQ was in a hurry.

It turns out that Song Yi can still do this!

How could she not have imagined?

And Song Yi thought of it himself!

Although Song Yi has a disability, he is neither depressed nor gloomy, nor does he ever complain, to tell the truth, it is really much better than what Jiang Huijia imagined when she first came through! She does not need to be a confidant sister to enlighten confused teenagers, nor does she need to be a psychiatrist to do mental health treatment for the disabled. If Song Yi was really her patient, it would be so worry-free.

Thinking of this, Jiang Huijia actually felt a little empty.

She had initially made up her mind not to treat Song Yi, but although she wavered later, some subtle wavering was obviously not enough for her to take the risk of doing something that would obviously arouse suspicion. This is different from her previous stitching up wounds in the Hanging Pot Hall, and she can have many reasons to explain the matter of sewing wounds, which is originally a beginner skill that even a layman may master.

But if she can cure a "difficult disease" like Song Yi all at once without a teacher, then the problem will be really big.

After all, Song Yi's leg was clearly said by Dr. Zhang of the Hanging Pot Hall, he can't be cured, and only by asking Fucheng Zhang Shengshou to go out of the mountain can he be cured.

Of course, Dr. Zhang had room to speak at that time, but Jiang Huijia could understand that Dr. Zhang actually meant that he couldn't be cured!

And that Zhang Shengshou is obviously very difficult to invite, rather than waiting for the Zhang Shengshou who doesn't know if it is possible to come out of the mountain, it is better for Jiang Huijia to do it himself, maybe it is more practical.

Jiang Huijia didn't think Song Yi's leg was incurable at all, she had many ways to restore him to his original state!

When her mind moved here, Jiang Huijia's faint guilt and unbearability deepened.

In the face of such a good boy with a disability and strong will, is it a little bad for her to be hard-hearted?

So if you really treat him, do you want to make an agreement with him, and once he recovers, they will be reconciled?

Her mind was racing, and the more she thought about it, the farther she became, but she forgot to respond to Song Yi's previous words.

Song Yi whispered again: "Lady!"

Jiang Huijia hurriedly said: "Well, the Kaimeng School is good! Over there, I originally wanted to clean up and make a study." After a slight pause, her tone became playful, "Since Mr. Song is righteous and willing to think about the Mongolian children in the countryside and open a Mongolian school here, the little girl is willing to contribute Westinghouse to be a Mongolian classroom." ”

As she spoke, she half-propped herself up, looked at Song Yi, and said with a smile: "Mr. won't dislike the classroom being too small, right?"

Song Yi was lying in place, and a smile appeared on his face: "The lady is Gao Yi, and Song is grateful." The small village is a small village, and the conditions are simpler, which can inspire the students and forge their aspirations. It's just that...... Wronged lady. The last sentence of "grievance" was as soft as a feather flick.

Jiang Huijia suddenly softened her voice: "What's the matter, I just need to give the students encouragement, I don't need it?"

Song Yi stared at her deeply and said softly: "You are my mother, your daughter's family, you shouldn't suffer from scholars." ”

Jiang Huijia suddenly felt that goosebumps were about to fall all over the ground, and snorted lightly: "Do you look down on your daughter's family? What do you mean!"

In the silent night, she was lightly angry and angry, and the night light was hazy, reflecting her pretty facial features and flower-like face blurred in the hazy night. It seems to have become a mass of images that are close at hand and like a dream.

Song Yi couldn't help but move his throat slightly, and in a place where no one could see it, he quietly clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "Xiaosheng has no such intention, the lady relaxes." ”

The tone is gentle and serious.

Jiang Huijia: "......"