As soon as Steward Li walked into the front hall with the medicine box, he saw Song Ci's head on Song Huanian's thigh, and the two of them said something with a smile.

Although he didn't want to destroy the two of them, he estimated that Song Huanian's wound still put his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly: "Cough, although I don't want to disturb the two of you chatting, I still have to give you the medicine box." ”

Steward Li put the medicine box at Song Ci's feet, stood aside very respectfully and smiled, and said in a very official word: "Then, I will hand over the medicine box to you." If there's something you can't solve, feel free to call me and I'll wait outside. ”

After speaking, he left the front hall very interestingly, and closed the door very intimately by the way.

There was silence in the room for a while......

Song Huanian and Song Ci, you look at me, I look at you, completely forgot what to say.

"It's over, is it all Uncle Li who heard what I just said?" Song Huanian buried his face in the palm of his hand with remorse, and the blush appeared on his cheeks unconsciously.

Song Ci smiled and took her hand down: "Are you so shy?" But what you just seem to say is easy to misunderstand! ”

Song Huanian looked at Song Ci's face that was smiling like a doll, and had an urge to fan it.

But just now he kept saying that he didn't want him to get hurt, if this was a fan, wouldn't it be really fragrant?

Okay, I'll bear with it.

Song Ci took out iodine, gauze and cotton swabs from the medicine box. He sat cross-legged on the ground, put Song Huanian's feet on himself, and gently smeared the white little foot with a cotton swab stained with iodine.

"If you feel pain, just say it, don't hold it on, don't pretend to be strong in front of me." Song Ci said.

Song Huanian smiled: "But who will not hurt if they are injured?" It's all false to say that it doesn't hurt, and it's a lie to you to say it's okay, Master Song. ”

Song Ci's hand paused, but it didn't take long for him to return to his posture just now, still holding a cotton swab and smearing it gently.

"Song Ci, have you told me what the wound on your forehead is. Why is it so late and curled up there? Song Huanian stared intently at the wound on his forehead, and subconsciously said it.

Song Ci didn't speak, but just treated the wounds on her feet, legs, and arms.

Then, he sat on another old wooden bench, not daring to look directly into her gaze, and recounted the reason for all this little by little.

In the afternoon, as soon as his mind was hot at the door of the restaurant, Song Ci casually stopped a car. But when he sat in the car and urged the driver to leave, he found that he had nowhere to go.

His phoenix eyes were dull, staring at the gradually receding scenery outside the window in a daze.

After driving a long distance, the driver asked him, "Where are you going?" ”

The driver was a little confused, how did he meet such a passenger. When I came up, I was in a hurry to drive, but I didn't say where I was going until now.

The driver asked several times, and Song Ci said a place lightly. He began to close his eyes in the car, and when he got out of the car, the driver woke him up.

By the time I got there, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. A black BMW was parked on the side of the road, looking somewhat familiar.

He didn't care, just walked up the stairs, and finally saw a room halfway up the mountain. An old man was holding a watering can at the door to water the flowers, and when he saw him coming, he put down the kettle in his hand: "Here it is." ”

It seems that he is very familiar with Song Ci.

Song Ci bowed slightly: "Grandpa Dong, thank you for your hard work." ”

"No, I've been here for years. I've been here at least seven times, so why do you have time to come here today? Grandpa Dong asked.

"Today is a holiday, stay at home and come over to have a look."

"Then you go in." Grandpa Dong waved his hand, picked up the kettle again to water the flowers, watered it but frowned, thinking that he remembered something, and turned around to tell Song Ci.

However, Song Ci has long since disappeared.

Song Ci found Song's mother in the rows of tombstones, but how could there be two people at this time?

He took a closer look, and instantly felt a surge of anger rush through his chest.

"I said, when did you have such leisure to know that you came to see my mother?" Song Ci put his hands in his pockets, and raised his eyebrows to look at Song Tianlin and Tang Yun who were squatting in front of Song's mother's tombstone.

Song Tianlin also stood up angrily when he heard his words: "What did you hear and hear, do I even need to ask you for instructions to come to see your mother?" ”

"Huh." Song Ci snorted coldly: "Did I say I wouldn't let you come?" But you can forget it yourself, why do you still bring an outsider? ”

Tang Yun, who was standing behind Song Tianlin, spoke: "Song Ci, your father and I just came to take a look." You also know that your father is usually very busy at work, and it is not easy to take some time to come over, so don't ......"

"It doesn't have to be easy to stay in the company and watch the stock market, who begged him to come?" Song Ci directly interrupted her words: "I said Aunt Tang, you came here again, you might as well go and have a good meal and a trip!" ”

"Bastard!" Song Tianlin took a step forward and raised his hand to hit him, but Song Ci measured his body and dodged it.

"Don't you feel like everything you do is so disgusting? I don't care if my mother is killed by you, I don't care about anything, I don't say anything if you marry another woman, just to make you happy..."Song Ci frowned: "But you definitely don't need to stay with other women to come to my mother's cemetery, who knows whether you came to see my mother or show off your might." ”

Song Tianlin's anger came up, he knew that he couldn't beat Song Ci now, and he happened to see the wooden stick next to him. Copying it, it hit Song Ci's forehead.

Blood, kept flowing.

Song Ci was indifferent, letting the blood flow out, he looked at Song Tianlin coldly, turned around and left without saying anything.

When he sat in the car once, it was the real aimlessness.

Finally, he came to the vicinity of Song's house. didn't choose the alley of Song Huanian's house, he walked into the alley casually, and slowly sat on the ground against the wall at the end of the alley.

The wound on his head ached, and he curled up together and fell asleep.

Song Ci told Song Huanian what happened one by one, and only smiled when he saw her worried expression. He carried Song Huanian into her room, watched her fall asleep, covered the quilt and prepared to leave.

"Song Ci." Song Huanian suddenly stopped him.

He stopped, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"You haven't answered me yet."

Song Ci pretended to be stupid: "What reply?" ”

"Song Ci, I said I like you..." Song Huanian's expression was very serious, and he didn't look joking at all.

Song Ci bowed his head and just said goodnight.

He closed the door softly, leaning against the wall and covering his eyes with his hands.

A tear flowed down my face...

I know you like me, and I like you.

It's just that I'm not good like this, how can I be worthy of your liking?