Yan Song's shoulders were warm, and his body was always filled with the fragrance of grass. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qi Qing'er put her face on Yan Song's shoulder, leaning on Yan Song.

The old illness that should have occurred in the winter, but the solar term attack in late summer and early autumn made it even more unbearable for her, and the pain was so painful that she had no strength.

Qi Qing'er lowered her hands, instinctively and habitually snuggled in Yan Song's arms.

Just like when the broken bone had not yet healed, she snuggled in his arms like this, watching the stars, the moon, the sunrise, and the sunset.

It's not innocent, it's not dreamy.

Now it was like a thorn in the snuggling room, resting between them.

One end of the thorn is love, and the other is hate!

"Does it still hurt?" After a long time, Yan Song asked this.

Qi Qing'er nodded lightly, not having the strength to say more. She was in dire need of a charcoal fire to warm her body, or to be more precise, to get the moisture out of her body.

"Wouldn't the pain have been said sooner?" Yan Songfu leaned down, picked up Qi Qing'er sideways and walked back, and then rolled his eyes at her widely.

In the dark, Qi Qing'er could feel the stiffness of Yan Song's body and his unpleasantness.

Qi Qing'er raised her eyes and looked at half of Yan Song's face in front of her.

Although he couldn't see all of them clearly, the lines of those unruly thin lips were extremely clear in Qi Qing'er's eyes.

The thin lips that were gently pursed took away her first kiss, and Qi Qing'er was not angry when she thought about it. He and Yan Song fought and played, chasing and catching up for fifteen years, and there was no such thing as the first kiss between the two.

However, he seemed to be very unhappy with the idea that he wanted to return to Beijing.

Thinking of this, Qi Qing'er carefully put her head on Yan Song's neck and sighed slightly.

"What do you sigh for, I am the one who should sigh! I don't know what the cook has eaten for you, it's so heavy! Yan Song deliberately said something unpleasant, but in fact, Qi Qing'er's weight was as light as a weak willow in Yan Song's hands, and it didn't weigh much at all.

He tightened his hand holding Qi Qing'er, and the pace of rushing home became faster and faster.

"The cook will give you whatever she eats......" Qi Qing'er breathed slightly, and endured the pain to adjust the atmosphere between Yan Song and Yan Song.

"No, she must have given you something delicious behind her back, and she didn't give it to me." Yan Song also wanted to try his best to pull his thoughts out of the unhappiness of Shicai, and try to forget the scene when he saw the jade.

Qi Qing'er looked at Yan Song, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Her Yan Song is always so funny, but sometimes she is a little overbearing.

"Who allowed you to laugh!"

"I'm not laughing!"

"I can clearly feel you laughing...... Don't admit it yet! ”

"Oh......"

Yan Song suddenly stood up and said, "What does oh mean?" ”

"It's nothing, I just can't speak."

"If you can't say it, then shut up, who made you speak!"

“……”

Yan Song hugged Qi Qing'er and picked a shortcut road, although the shortcut road was close, there were many uneven stones, and some places were even potholes, Yan Song walked bumpy, but Qi Qing'er in his hand was proper, not shaking.

trotted all the way back to Yanjia Villa.

Grandpa Hua heard the movement in the courtyard and came out to take a look, and hurriedly touched his long white beard and said, "What's the matter, obviously I went out, why did I come back horizontally." ”

"It's not all her self-inflicted, saying that it's cool in the bushes, and she doesn't want to get up when she lies there!" Yan Song's footsteps did not stop.

Qi Qing'er didn't have the strength to judge, so she could only rely on Yan Song.

"Hua Lao'er, hurry up and get a charcoal pot, she has an old illness." Yan Song continued, and as he spoke, he had already carried Qi Qing'er into the house.

Grandpa Hua didn't think that he should be curious about charcoal fire on such a hot day, and he couldn't understand Qi Qing'er's old illness.

Repeatedly the beard made charcoal fires.

Yan Song put Qi Qing'er on the bed, and before he straightened his waist, he was about to untie Qi Qing'er's clothes.

Qi Qing'er looked at Yan Song's outstretched hand, and was so frightened that she hurriedly retracted back.

It is said that no matter how close the two are, they have not reached the level of becoming husband and wife.

Qi Qing'er grabbed the placket on her chest with her hand, looked at Yan Song with different eyes, and her face was slightly red without powder and the color was like the morning glow reflecting snow.

"What for?" The shy Dan lips were full of vigilance, and these three words came out.

After Yan Song listened, his hand stopped, then he slowly straightened his waist, crossed his waist with one hand and said: "What do you think I want to do, you can see for yourself that the clothes on your body are soaked, and you still think that the old disease is not strong enough, right?!" ”

"What do you have to do with my clothes getting wet?" Qi Qing'er was shy and anxious, but she didn't know what to say, staring at Yan Song with crescent-like eyes.

"It's not about me, but it's related to your old illness, okay, it's time to take off your wet clothes, change them to dry ones, and then rely on charcoal fire." Yan Song was anxious about Qi Qing'er's old illness and the pain she was suffering now, but he didn't think much about it, he just wanted to solve the problem quickly.

"Take off... I'll take it off myself, you can help me get some dry clothes! No matter how painful Qi Qing'er was, she twisted her body, shrunk into a ball, and protected her hand in front of her.

Thinking to myself, Yan Song this guy, today. I just kissed myself, and now what do you want to do?

Qi Qing'er rolled her eyes and stared at Yan Song again, her eyes full of resistance.

Yan Song looked at Qi Qing'er with a distorted expression in front of him, and his brain woke up with a tendon, only then did he realize the recklessness of his movements, and he actually forgot that Qi Qing'er was a daughter.

showed a hint of apology, and then turned his disdainful expression, and said, "Cut, who wants to see it!" He turned his head and shouted outside the door, "Mrs. Hu, come and change Miss Qing'er's clothes." With that, he turned his head and went out.

Qi Qing'er looked at Yan Song's back, his clothes were also wet, and the hem of his skirt was cut one by one by the bush branches, and he didn't know if he had scratched his skin.

There were mixed feelings in her heart, and Qi Qing'er knew that Yan Song liked herself and liked her for fifteen years.

If it weren't for the memory before the age of ten, maybe Qi Qing'er would have been with Yan Song and wandered the world hand in hand.

It's a pity that no one can touch the memory.

Qi Qing'er is no different, she has spent fifteen years just letting the memory become more and more intense in her mind, until it is so profound that it is engraved in her heart.

After a while, Qi Qing'er withdrew her wet clothes, wrapped in a thin layer of gauze and roasted around the charcoal fire.

But in this already sultry weather, who wants to bake the fire, Qi Qing'er can't help it, she stubbornly sits by the charcoal fire, sweating and relieving her pain.

After sweating and getting wet, I changed again, and after four or five sets of clothes, the pain in my abdomen began to reduce.

Yan Song was sitting in the courtyard eating the heatstroke soup made by the cook, flickering the banana fan, sometimes fanning himself, and sometimes fanning the decoction for Qi Qing'er on the side.

From time to time, he looked at the house where Qi Qing'er was, looked at the heat rising inside, and immediately pulled the fan back and slapped himself twice hatefully.

Qi Qing'er, who was in the room, waited for the servants to remove the brazier, and sat in front of a bronze mirror, ready to comb her messy hair a little.

Looking at her face in the mirror, Qi Qing'er touched the bronze mirror with her hand.

On this face, she saw the appearance of her father and mother, and her fingers began to tremble slightly.

After waiting for fifteen years, I hope that the change in my face can be greater. When Yan Song said this, Qi Qing'er looked at herself carefully in the bronze mirror.

Indeed, this face resembles both a father's and a mother's.

In fifteen years, the change in face is great, but it is a fundamental change from a girl to a woman.

In comparison, this face is not as good as the childish little face fifteen years ago, at least that little face is more difficult to remind others that she is a descendant of the Qi Mansion.

When he grew up, not only his face, but even his hands and feet, there were the shadows of Qi Shuai and Mrs. Qi.

Qi Qing'er withdrew her slender hand that touched the bronze mirror, stroked her forehead, and lowered her eyes.

Yan Song's words sounded harsh, but they were indeed reasonable.

When he returned to the capital, he may not have been able to overturn the case, and this face betrayed himself first.

Qi Qing'er let out a long sigh, did she just give up the loyalty of the Qi family for generations and let them carry their sins forever?

Qi Qing'er looked back at herself in the mirror, her eyes condensed in one place, and she looked at it for a long time.

No! This face must not be a stumbling block to prevent her from returning to Beijing.