Song Changqing's brows finally moved this time, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the three big characters on the table that he didn't know how many times he had read and copied how many times - "Journey to the West".

The writing is strong, handsome and chic, majestic, unique, it must be written by an old gentleman who has learned calligraphy for decades, not only the story is fascinating, but even the handwriting of the whole book makes Song Changqing too fascinated.

Song Changqing practiced for a long time on those words, but he never practiced one or two points of momentum.

Song Changqing's eyes lit up, he reached out directly, took Journey to the West in his hand, first stroked the three big characters on his face, and then opened it directly, and the impatient appearance made Gu Xinyue's heart bloom.

"Cousin, there is also this pancreas, which is said to be honeysuckle pancreas, which is used to scrub the body in summer, and it is clean and fragrant, and it is not easy to get red spots when it is washed clean in summer. My aunt asked me to give it to you. ”

Song Changqing's face was not as cold as before, and even his voice was not as cold as before, "Okay." ”

Gu Xinyue saw that Song Changqing had accepted all the things she had sent, and she almost jumped up with joy, she remained silent, still looking well-behaved and cute: "Cousin, you are busy, I will leave first." ”

He looks like he understands the overall situation and thinks about people in general.

Song Changqing bowed slightly, never giving Gu Xinyue a look.

Leaving the Xianju Building, Gu Xinyue grabbed Ziyan's arm, excited and happy: "Ziyan, cousin accepted it, he accepted everything." ”

Ziyan was also excited: "Miss, Childe has accepted your things, he will definitely know your mind!" ”

Gu Xinyue nodded, looking happy.

Since my cousin doesn't take the initiative, then she takes the initiative.

She wrote a lot of things in that Journey to the West.

In addition, she also wrote her own thoughts in it. As long as he rolls back, he will definitely find her mind.

Song Changqing was really fascinated by Journey to the West at first, and read more than a dozen pages in a row, and when he turned it again, there were other pen and ink in the book, and some reading experiences were written, and it appeared in the blank space of the book in such a grand manner.

Song Changqing could see at a glance that it was Gu Xinyue's handwriting.

He then flipped back, and there were still a lot of blank places in it to write things, Song Changqing read a few places, and he still wrote about his experience of reading books.

Gu Xinyue has also read books and learned to write, and the words written are neat, but she can't jump out of half a point of mistakes.

It's just that......

Gu Xinyue is looking at the surface, and the experience she writes is also shallow. This will read half of the Journey to the West, the book is written about demons, but not just demons!

Sometimes, people are much more terrible than demons.

It's like Gu Xinyue's blank space, how can there be no careful thinking from her.

She said she was here to deliver books, was it really just to deliver books?

Song Changqing's mind was disturbed by those blank spaces, he casually threw the book into the vat, where there were many painting scrolls, the book was thrown in, and when it flew in mid-air, a letter fell out of it, and then fell into the vat, buried in the batch of scroll paintings.

No one found out.

At this time, Song Fu came over to report on the inspection just now, and before Song Changqing could speak, he scolded: "Miss Biao came over just now, why didn't you spread the word?" ”

When Song Fu heard this, a chill began to run down his spine: "Childe......"

"What I said to you, when will you not count, or do you not have me as a son in your eyes at all!" Song Changqing's voice was cold, his eyes were cold, and Song Fu's hands were trembling.

He didn't dare to defend himself, so he could only let Childe say him twice.

"If you still let people come and go in my room at will in the future, you won't have to follow me in the future." Song Changqing is a person who attaches great importance to the rules, and he will not stay by his side if he does not abide by the rules.

Although he and Song Fu grew up from a young age, the relationship between the two is not only the master and the subordinate, but also the relationship between brothers and friends.

It's just that although the relationship is good, it can't break his principles and break the rules he has made.

Song Fu knew that Gongzi was really angry, so he hurriedly responded: "Childe, the little one will never be again." ”

Song Changqing pinched his eyebrows and waved his hand: "Forget it, go down." ”

Song Fu can't be blamed for this, it's just that his interest in reading books was provoked, and he looked at the front but didn't see the back, and Song Changqing felt extremely uncomfortable.

"You go to the bookstore and buy a copy of Journey to the West for me." Song Changqing said.

Song Fu hurriedly answered yes, turned around and was about to leave.

Song Changqing shouted to him again: "Wait, don't go yet." ”

Then he pointed to the big vat next to him and said to Song Fu: "You go and take out the Journey to the West in that vat and help me tear off all the blank spaces where people have written." ”

He couldn't wait, but he didn't want to see the blank space of others in the book, and he didn't have the slightest interest in disturbing him.

Song Fu hurriedly went to the vat to find the book, and when the book was found, he hurriedly walked to the side, turning page by page, tearing page by page.

He hadn't read this book before, and it seemed that it had been sent by Miss Cousin just now.

The blank space in this book, the words on it, are beautiful and neat, and it seems that they were also written by Miss Biao.

Who would send a book of the words that they have read and written, Miss Cousin is really, why don't you know that her cousin is a well-known lover of books and cherishes books.

As long as it is a book that Childe likes, no matter how much money he has, he will buy it, and the book he has read has no stains or ink on it, and even the creases are extremely light and light.

Song Changqing walked around the room to relieve the impatience in his heart, and glanced at the two things on the table.

There wasn't one on the table before.

"Where did this come from?"

Song Fu glanced back: "I don't know." I guess it was sent by Miss Biao. ”

Song Changqing glanced at Song Fu, pinched two fingers, and threw the thing directly into the wastebasket.

Over there, Song Fu checked it carefully, and there was no more Miss Biao's handwriting in the book, so he gave it to Song Changqing.

Song Changqing waved his hand, "Let's go down." ”

Song Furu was on the verge of amnesty, turned around and left.

Song Changqing picked up the book and read it with relish, and the previous harshness and coldness were slowly relaxing.

Song Fu walked out of the room in three steps and two steps, and wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead when he reached the door.

It's been a long time since I've seen my son angry, and this time it's not light! He still had in his hand the handwriting that had just been torn from the book, which were written by Miss Biao, and he couldn't be seen by Childe again.

He went to the kitchen and threw all the shredded paper into the stove and burned it clean.

Miss Cousin's all kinds of thoughts were burned like this, and they became a wisp of green smoke.

There is still half an hour to go before the doors open, and Song Fu prays that there will be no more moths. Just after praying to the Bodhisattva here, two familiar people came to the door.