"That'...... Brother Xing thinks that this Xuanyuan fishing should be handed over to you? Song Yu tilted his head slightly, glanced at Xing Zhong who was bathed in the sun, and said in a gloomy tone. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xing Zhong didn't speak, just stood there, looking at Song Yu strangely.

Looking at his indifferent attitude, Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said resentfully: "Don't think about it! He slammed it on the desk, and the things on the table shook slightly, and the dust in the incense burner flew up, fluttering in the air, and it was very clear in the golden sunlight, and finally, it was lazily sprinkled on the desk.

"Don't think?" Xing Zhong raised his eyebrows, played with his fingertips with interest, and asked in a flirtatious tone. Suddenly, his words changed, and his tone became sharp: "Since Brother Song doesn't hand it over, what ......about it?" Don't blame me......"

After saying this meaningfully, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave. Looking at Xing Zhong's departing figure, Song Yu's eyebrows were locked extremely tightly, and he hung his head to think about the meaning of what he said just now.

The conversation between the two ended unhappily, and time flew by, like a white horse.

In the winter of 278 B.C., Song Yu stood next to the window, raised his head slightly, looked at the blue clouds and clouds, slowly closed his eyes, and felt the comfort of the breeze on his cheeks.

Subconsciously rubbing the familiar sandalwood brocade box in his hand, feeling the familiar lines, he sneered softly, and his black pupils were particularly deep.

Outside the open window, there was a white color, Song Yu sighed slowly, and the white mist exhaled was extremely obvious in the cold air. In previous winters, there would only be a thin layer of snowflakes scattered on it, but he didn't expect such a heavy snow this year, he stretched out his slightly red fingertips, and gently touched the branches and leaves that poked into the balcony.

The gray branches were covered with a layer of white snow, and by the strength of Song Yu's fingertips, they trembled slightly, and the white snow drifted down gracefully like a butterfly wing with folded wings.

I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to see such a beautiful scenery again! He thought.

The little guy stood behind Song Yu, looking at his handsome back, and felt that there was a thick layer of sadness around him, and he didn't say a word, afraid of disturbing him. Carefully moving his steps, trying to make the soles of his feet feel warmer, the frozen red fingertips rubbed against each other, and the whole person finally felt a trace of consciousness. Looking at the center of the empty room, there was not a brazier, and the little maid only felt a shiver all over his body, hidden under his shirt, goosebumps quickly rose, and his hair stood high.

Song Yu felt the squirming movement behind him, and then came back to his senses, tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, and said with a gentle smile: "You are here......"

The little girl nodded, bowed slightly, saluted respectfully, and then slowly raised his head, and Song Yu's white figure was reflected in his black pupils.

He clenched his fists slightly and said, "Sir......"

Song Yu looked at his restrained appearance, slowly walked forward a few points, reached out and stroked his cold wrist, and chuckled: "It's been so many years, why are you still so outside?" ”

The little guy laughed embarrassedly, stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, and suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered, raised his eyelids, stared at Song Yu and said, "Mr. came to me, what is the matter?" ”

Hearing this, Song Yu lowered his eyes, covering the complicated gaze in his pupils, and after thinking about it for a long time, he slowly raised his head, looked at the little guy with burning eyes, and rolled his throat a few times with difficulty before he spoke: "Do you want to ask you for a favor today?" ”

"What's the matter? Is it serious? It's my honor to be able to help Mr., how can I shirk it? ”

Looking at his sincere face, the guilt in Song Yu's heart became stronger, and his fingertips habitually stroked the brocade box in his hand: "From now on, you are Song Yu......"

As soon as his words fell, the little guy stared at Song Yu with an indifferent face in shock, his face was full of disbelief, his eyes were huge, and after a while, he blinked his eyes, and after making sure that the person in front of him was indeed Song Yu, his purple lips trembled slightly, shook his head slightly, and sneered: "Mr. is really joking......"

"Not a word of what I've said is a joke." Song Yu stared at his face tightly, and said word by word.

The little guy was suddenly shocked by his serious expression, the smile on the corner of his mouth became stiff, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "What's wrong with Mr. today?" Did you encounter something ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yu's deep voice rang out, and it seemed even more lonely in the empty room: "If you feel embarrassed, I won't force it." ”

Hearing this, the little guy hurriedly waved his hand and explained anxiously: "The little one didn't feel embarrassed, it's just that I look ......" As he spoke, he slowly reached out and stroked his cheeks, and lowered his brows slightly in front of Song Yu, who was obviously a little inferior.

Actually, he's self-aware, isn't he? This is the first time that Mr. Song has asked for himself, don't talk about other reasons, just that life-saving grace, he can't repay it. However, even if he has that layer of clothing and walks out by himself, who will believe that it is the world's Song Yu.

Seeing the little guy's hesitation, Song Yu slowly poked out his fingertips, climbed on his shoulder, patted him lightly, and said with a gentle smile: "Don't worry about this kind of thing, I have a way to ......"

The little guy was depressed in his heart, not knowing what method he was talking about, but the trust over the years drove him to nod.

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The little guy slowly opened his eyes, looked at the figure in the bronze mirror incredibly, carefully stretched out his hand and gently attached it, and the pupils of his eyes were unconsciously filled with mist. This is...... He blinked in disbelief, and when he opened them again, he still had the same handsome face in the mirror. His dry throat rolled hard a few times before he slowly raised his head and stared at Song Yu with blazing eyes.

Song Yu put the tools in his hand on the dresser and helped tidy up his messy hair, only then did he lower his eyelids slightly, staring at the familiar face in front of him, which was exactly the same as himself, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"My craft, it's good......" The calm atmosphere in the air was uncomfortable, and he tried to make his tone relaxed, reconciling the dull atmosphere.

The little guy slowly stood up with the dresser and said, "Mr. has explained all this, where is Mr. going to go?" ”

"Where to go?" Song Yu looked at the face in front of him that was difficult to distinguish between true and fake, his gaze shifted slightly, and his expression gradually became confused: "I don't know...... Perhaps...... Where to go! ”

Listening to Song Yu's muttering voice, a sour feeling surged in the little girl's chest, and he suddenly felt very sad: "In the future, the little one will not be by Mr.'s side, and I hope that Mr. will pay attention to his physical ......."

"What small? From now on, you will be Song Yu......" As he spoke, he paused, pinched the fingertips on the shoulders of the little guy gently, and said earnestly: "You also have to take care of yourself......"

Hearing this, the little guy smiled and nodded. (To be continued.) )