She didn't wake up after sleeping for so long, she smiled bitterly, when did she have no sense of crisis again.

Song Yuan got out of the carriage and waited for her with the curtain lifted, while saying, "Let's stay for one night tonight and leave early tomorrow morning." ”

Qingjiang handed him the Coke, jumped out of the carriage himself, took the Coke back from his hand, thanked him and waited for him to go in first.

This is a small town on the border between the Song State and the Jin State, and it is said to be the territory of the Song State, but in fact, because of the embarrassing terrain, there is no war. It's unique in this bliss.

The town is not big, and the streets are not very wide, but the people are simple, and when they are seen coming from other places, the shopkeeper himself comes out to greet them, and takes them to sit in the hall and inquire cordially.

"Is the guest officer sharpening or staying in the hotel?"

Xiao Jiu stretched out his hand to block the shopkeeper's approaching body. said: "Stay in the hotel, three wings, you can go and prepare to clean up." Then he said to the person behind him, "Go and put our things on." ”

Qingjiang glanced up, it was a person with eyes, and the bell also went with him, Qingjiang raised his eyebrows, and reached out to touch Coke's head.

"Serve some of your favorite dishes and pick up some of your signature dim sum."

The inn is not big, but the speed is quite fast. After half a cup of tea, dishes and snacks were served one after another.

The people of the Jin Kingdom taste sweet and like pasta, which is also related to the topography of the Jin Kingdom, the land is suitable for planting wheat, and the Song Kingdom has a vast land, more paddy fields, rice is famous, and there are affiliated small countries to pay tribute year after year, and the people live better under the prosperity of the country.

Song Yuan found that Qingjiang ate very little, and she almost didn't touch those snacks, he looked at the interaction between mother and son opposite, and his heart beat unsteadily.

He suddenly remembered the sentence that Coke had asked him in the carriage.

Qingjiang was also looking at Song Yuan.

She saw him stretch out his chopsticks and grab a piece of fiery red chili, so she fed Coke a bite of food, watching a good show without reminding him. In the afterglow, he saw Song Yuan put the piece of chili pepper in his mouth, chewed it a few times and suddenly froze, frowned, chewed his throat a few more times and swallowed it.

After the contact with him in the carriage, Cola became more close to Song Yuan, and saw that he ate a piece of chili pepper and thought he liked it very much, so he took chopsticks and put another piece into Song Yuan's plate, and slipped once halfway.

Because his mother taught him to be atmospheric since he was a child, Song Yuan stared at the large pieces of brightly colored chili peppers on the plate, and looked at Qingjiang with a look of good expectation and a look that didn't matter to me, and he was a little relieved.

His upbringing did not allow him to spit out the food in his mouth, and there was no way to eat the food that was brought by others, so no matter where he went, he always had two pairs of chopsticks and a small plate for food when he ate.

Unless Qingjiang used to stuff some into his mouth when he ate or snatch it from his bowl when he was eating, he never accepted such "kindness" from others. Of course, he barely dined with anyone.

Qing Jiang saw Song Yuan's calm expression and even chewing too elegantly, he only felt that this man was deep in thought, and it was clear that he could eat something that he didn't like to look like a delicacy in the world.

There are not many people in the town, and the inn is a little deserted, except for the shopkeeper and Xiao Er who are lying on the counter and snorting, there are only two or three tables of guests.

The style of the futon or something doesn't look like it comes from an inn in a small town, Qingjiang touched it, and only felt that it was soft and smooth, as delicate as flowing water, and the floor next to the bed was also covered with a plush carpet, and the shoes would sink slightly when stepped on it.

The bell was still putting the fruit plate on the table, Qingjiang walked to the table and sat down, and said, "Don't be busy, we'll just stay for one night, these are really unnecessary." ”

The bell did not move again.

Coke fell into Qingjiang's arms, Qingjiang held him and gently touched his head, and the feel was as soft as ever.

"But I'm sleepy." She asked.

Coke nodded, yawning in her arms, and when she looked up, there was mist swirling in her eyes.

Qingjiang couldn't help laughing, and told the bell to prepare water to wash, and the bell walked for a while before the catkins entered the house.

Qingjiang glanced at him and asked, "Where have you been?" ”

Liu Wu walked to the table, and when he saw that there was no one at the table, he sat down at the table and rubbed the top of Coke's head, but he waved it away.

She looked dissatisfied and said, "Miss, I'm going to dinner." You don't know, since I got off the carriage, I've been busy with them, isn't it just staying in the inn, it took a lot of time to clean the house, and that's it, you look at the things in this house, I was surprised when they took out these things from under the carriage, where is the guest house clearly moving. ”

As he spoke, he leaned closer: "I ran away halfway through and went to the back kitchen to get something to eat." ”

At this time, the bell came in with a basin, and there was a tray with square scarves, coarse salt and other things, and the catkins smacked their lips, stood up without the slightest embarrassment, and walked to the side.

It's almost fifteen, and the moon in the sky is almost round, but unfortunately it's just a little bit.

Qingjiang held on to the old wooden railing, sticking his head out to breathe in the slightly cold air.

From Song Yuan's point of view, she looked like a goblin who came out at night to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, bathed in the moonlight, leaning there comfortably and leisurely.

If it weren't for the temperament that suddenly calmed down again, she would be the same as before.

The inn was a two-story courtyard-like building, separated from the middle backyard, and they were faintly stared at among the trees.

The night was deep and the sky was silent.

From this distance, they couldn't see each other's expressions, so everyone felt safe, no one moved, and after a while, Qingjiang first lowered his head, withdrew his hand from the railing, opened the door and entered the house.

Song Yuanxue gently put her hand on the railing, her body relaxed, and looked up at the moon shadow. He smiled slightly, his expression was calm and soft, until he couldn't resist the heavy dew in the middle of the night, and was persuaded back to the room by Xiao Jiu with a cough.

The next day, Qingjiang got into the carriage with Coke, but when she got into the car, Song Yuan took the child in her arms and motioned for her to get in the carriage first, she hesitated for a moment and did not refuse. So the child has been asleep in Song Yuan's arms.

Song Yuan is always modest, and even the gaze that looks down at Coke is gentle. Qingjiang sat opposite and looked at them, and his heart was full of apprehension.

No matter how big the carriage is, it is just a small space, there was Coke yesterday, she pretended to be asleep again, although she really fell asleep in the end, and she was always free of embarrassment, but at this time Coke fell asleep, and in Song Yuan's arms, she had a feeling that she was shrouded by Song Yuan's breath, and her hands and feet had nowhere to put them.

Song Yuan Xu saw her uneasiness, and his eyes still had the slight warmth when he stared at Coke. There was a moment of silence and a smile again.

"I'm going to walk the mountain road today, the car is afraid of a lot of bumps, I'll hold the child, don't sleep, your head will hit the carriage, although you go to the soft cushion, it will still hurt, if you are bored, there are books in the dark grid, most of them are what you don't like to read, but you can also solve the difficulty."

The author has something to say: Continue to be happy on the National Day ~ In the previous paragraph, someone said that he couldn't understand what I wrote, did they understand, and they were really so ruthless that they didn't give me a comment =. =