Since she was discharged from the hospital, Song Qingge has been very idle every day, because her body has not fully recovered, so she can't go back to work, so her life has become very monotonous, every day in addition to drawing, she reads books, or plays the piano.

When Zhan Qi came in with a tray and pushed the door, she was sitting on the dresser and drawing.

The dresser is not high, and the stool is a hard bench, so it will definitely be uncomfortable to sit for a long time.

He frowned, put the tray on the bedside table, walked straight up, hooked his arm from the crook of her leg, and directly picked her up and walked to the bed.

Song Qingge couldn't help but push him, "What are you doing!" ”

"You're not in good health right now. It is not suitable for sitting for a long time, and the dresser is low, and if you sit for a long time, the back will hurt. His tone was faintly angry, "Why don't you go to the study to paint, you have to come here?" ”

She looked away. "It's no different from the study here, I'm just a little bored after I fall asleep, so I sit down and draw two strokes casually." ”

Zhan Qi looked at her like this, pursed his lips, and didn't say anything more. Just picked up the rice bowl and prepared to feed her.

Song Qingge didn't open his mouth, and looked at him with a frown: "I have my own hands." ”

"I know, but I want to feed you." His expression remained indifferent, and the spoon reached to her mouth with an "ahhh

But Song Qingge didn't appreciate his affection at all, turned his head and said impatiently: "Zhan Qi, you really don't need to wronged yourself like this to please me." It's just that I was stabbed twice and injured a little, and I'm not alive and well now, so you don't need to feel guilty. You don't have to put yourself so low. ”

"I don't feel wronged and I don't feel guilty. It's just that there are some things that I didn't understand before, but now I understand. He looked at her with burning eyes, as if he were saying something.

I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it?

Song Qingge is not stupid, so he naturally knows that there is a pun in his words. It's just that she didn't respond, but avoided his gaze and said coldly: "But many times it makes no sense to understand too late." I didn't come when I needed it, and I didn't have to do it when I came. ”

What did she mean by that, blaming him for his love coming too late?

Zhan Qi looked at her with a gloomy face, but after a few seconds, he regained his indifference, scooped up another spoonful of rice and handed it to her mouth, and said in a slow tone: "Don't make trouble, eat first." ”

"I'm not messing around, don't you bother!"

Song Qingge frowned and waved his hand impatiently, and directly knocked over the bowl in his hand, and the spoon held in mid-air was also knocked out by her, and it was directly slapped on the opposite wall, and the meal stained a large piece of plain white wallpaper.

She didn't expect that she would make such a fuss, and she was stunned when she came back to her senses. Raised his head and looked at him in a daze.

Zhan Qi's face was very gloomy, he had always had a habit of cleanliness, and the whole bowl of rice was detained on him, and he was afraid that he had the heart to kill.

If it was before, Song Qingge would definitely cry out in fright. immediately apologized to him and admitted her mistake and asked for forgiveness, but now she didn't feel that she was justified in admitting her mistake. She never begged him to feed, he took the initiative to do this and that for her, even if he was angry, he wouldn't do her business.

The two of them looked at each other like this. After a while, Zhan Qi took two tissues from the bedside, wrapped the rice on his clothes and threw them into the trash, turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

She thought he was patient, but it turned out to be nothing more than that.

Song Qingge couldn't help but sneer in his heart, this man was just pretending on the surface. In fact, she only made a little bit of temperament, and he was immediately revealed.

Zhan Qi is Zhan Qi, the nature of the country is easy to change and difficult to change, how can she become a great love saint because she blocked two knives for him?

She shook her head and smiled, found a rag and was about to clean up the rice soup on the wallpaper, but the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Zhan Qi stood at the door, holding a new tray in his hand.

Song Qing looked at him with a rag in a daze, and Zhan Qi's eyes fell on the cloth in her hand and frowned. He put the tray away and pressed her to the bed again.

"If you don't want me to feed it, then you can eat it yourself." He handed her the bowl and spoon, and he himself picked up the rag and crouched down to wipe the dirty area clean.

Song Qingge held the bowl and looked at him sneeringly, "You don't have to do it yourself." It would be nice to call someone to come up and clean up in a moment......"

Zhan Qi's hand paused, and he said indifferently: "You still have to rest after eating, and calling someone up will alarm you again." Doing this little thing will not tire people to death, and anyone will do the same. ”

Although his tone was bland, the care in it was evident. Song Qingge listened. Suddenly, I felt a little sad.

She always knew that he could also be a gentle man, which could be seen when he treated Bai Ling, she once thought that she would not be able to wait for his gentleness in this life. But now that she had finally arrived, she only felt troubled and sad.

It's too late, it's too late. She doesn't need it anymore.

After Zhan Qi finished wiping the wallpaper, he looked back and saw that she was still holding the bowl stupidly, and said slightly reproachfully: "Why don't you eat it?" Not to your liking? ”

She shook her head, lowered her head and began to eat.

The bedroom was so dreary that she found the atmosphere awkward and suffocating. I had no choice but to find words: "Now that my body is almost recovered, I can go downstairs to eat by myself." ”

When she got home, she mostly stayed in this room, although now the whole bedroom layout has changed, and the feeling is completely gone. But she still felt repulsed. Zhan Qi was mostly here with her, and even brought her meals, and she was about to get moldy in this room.

Zhan Qi looked at her deeply, pursed his lips, and didn't speak.

In fact, he didn't let her go downstairs. It's because he always thinks that her wound hurts when she moves now. He didn't mind carrying her down at all, but he thought she would, and it would end up being an argument that made her feel bad.

Rather than make her even more disgusted with him, it would be easier for him to serve her a meal.

Her appetite was not big in the first place. In addition, during the hospitalization, she basically ate liquid food, so her stomach became smaller, and she felt full after two bites of food.

Song Qingge raised his head and looked at him, his voice was a little low, "I'm full." ”

Zhan Qi looked at the rice bowl that had barely been touched, and looked at her with a frown, "It's full in a few bites?" Eat some more. ”

"I'm really full, and my stomach is strong." She's not lying, she really doesn't have much appetite now, and she feels like she can't hold up after a little food.

Zhan Qi also knew that she was weak now. I didn't want to force her, but I felt very worried when I saw her like this, so I thought about it and said, "Why don't I ask Aunt Qin to cook you some porridge?" ”

"No, I can't eat it now."

Zhan Qi looked at her still sickly white face, his heart was heavy and painful, he knew that he had caused all this, and he had harmed her to the half-dead appearance she was now, making it a luxury for her to even have a full meal.

Sighing slightly, he said, "Okay, if you don't want to eat, you won't eat it." Are you tired? Do you want to sleep? ”

"I don't really want to sleep."

Zhan Qi suddenly proposed, "Then do you want to go around the courtyard?" ”

There was a hint of expectation and temptation in his eyes, Song Qingge looked at him a little inexplicably, always feeling that there seemed to be something hidden behind him, but he didn't know what he wanted.

But she was too bored, and nodded in the end.

After receiving her affirmation, Zhan Qi seemed to be relieved, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he walked up and wanted to hug her.

Song Qingge decisively refused, "I can go by myself!" ”

She couldn't figure out what was wrong with this man now, and he wanted to hug her at every turn. It's like turning herself into her means of transportation.

"I'll hold you!" His attitude was very resolute, and he didn't allow her to question half a point, and said after a while: "You are very light, and there is no pressure to hold it." ”

It's really light, so light that it's like a doll, and he doesn't have some sense of reality when he picks it up, but he feels that her thin body is a little awkward.

Zhan Qi put a cloak on her, and then picked her up and walked downstairs.

The garden is still a summer scene, and as soon as you go out, you can smell the fresh earthy fragrance. Song Qingge hadn't breathed such air for a long time, and couldn't help but close his eyes and take a long deep breath, his face full of enjoyment.

Zhan Qi looked at the slight curvature of the corners of her mouth with some greed, but the smile was too shallow, and before he could take a second look, she had already retracted.

"You let me down, I want to go by myself."

Hear her say so. Zhan Qicai put her on the ground with some unease, but grabbed her hand again, and said in a deep tone: "You come with me." ”

He pulled her directly to the courtyard, and as soon as she passed, Song Qingge was stunned when she saw the scene in front of her.

I don't know when the lily of the valley in the garden has been cleaned up, and even a single grass is gone, replaced by a large field of tulips and a Xifu begonia tree. She was stunned to see all kinds of tulips spread all over the yard, as if she had walked into a flower field, it was really beautiful.

Only then did she understand why he had proposed to go out for a walk with anticipation and joy in his eyes, and it turned out that he had been prepared for it, just so that she could see it.

Song Qingge was a little stunned, "This is ......"

Zhan Qi's face was very flat, "I remember you said that you like Xifu Begonia." ”

Song Qingge looked at him in surprise, "But how do you know that I like tulips?" ”

"Because ......"

He suddenly became a little speechless, he couldn't tell her, he went to find Xin Tian, so that he could talk about it before he came out of her mouth, right?

After a moment of conversation, he said, "I guess." ”

"Oh." Song Qingge didn't seem to suspect him, his fingers stroked those delicate petals, and suddenly said: "But the lily of the valley that was planted here before was Bai Ling's favorite, don't you always love those flowers the most, why did you suddenly shovel them?" ”

He wanted to tell her that he hadn't let her go out all this time, that he had been asking people to take care of the garden again. He sent someone to uproot all those lily of the valley and replant the flowers she liked, hoping that she would have a good mood as soon as she went out in the future.

But as soon as the words came out, it became: "It's nothing, I'm just tired of watching it, and I want to change my mood." ”