Song Xingzhi appeared at Yang Xutang's door and knocked on the door.

"Teacher, I'm Xingzhi."

"What?"

"Teacher, it's cold outside, can I come in and talk?"

"Come in!"

Song Xingzhi walked into the room and saw the teacher wearing a coat and reading a book under the candle.

Seeing her come in, Yang Sutang raised his eyes: "Aren't you sleeping?" ”

When Song Xingzhi heard this, his heart jumped: "How does the teacher know that I am asleep, has the teacher been to my room?" The teacher covered it for me? ”

Yang Xutang replied: "Uncle Gu has been here, I will let him see if the fire in your room is hot enough, and add some charcoal." Aunt Gu said that the quilt in your room was thinner, so she took the big quilt and covered it for you. ”

"The teacher treated me so well." Song Xingzhi sucked the breath in the fox fur, which was dry and refreshing.

“……”

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I had a nightmare, and I didn't feel sleepy when I broke out in a cold sweat. I see the teacher is still lit up, so let's take a look at the teacher. Song Xingzhi said.

"I read a book and fell asleep." Yang Xutang said.

"I want to read too."

Yang Xutang raised his eyes to look at her and pointed to the hand at hand: "I just finished reading this "Old Qi Annals", you can take a look." ”

"The History of the Old Qi Dynasty" is written by the teacher's mentor Yao Cong, Yao Cong was a bachelor of Qiguo, an official to the imperial history doctor, a prince, and a prime minister. He passed away the year before last, and the teacher kept filial piety for a year, and only this year did he become filial.

She picked up the book and sat down in the soft chair next to him to look at it. More naturally, I picked up the pot on the stove, added tea for the teacher, and then took a sip of hot tea for myself.

Yang Xutang paid attention to her movements, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, but she continued to read the book in her hand.

The master and apprentice, one in front of the desk and the other in the soft chair, do not need to speak. Except for the occasional crackling sound of charcoal fire and the sound of flipping books, the room was peaceful.

Song Xingzhi couldn't help but peek at him, and looked at it again and again, until the teacher tapped the desk next to her with her fingers, and she hurriedly withdrew her eyes and concentrated on the book.

Time passed, and drowsiness struck again.

When Yang Xutang came back to his senses, the young man next to him was breathing gradually longer, and he was already asleep on the soft chair.

After falling asleep, the young man has a fair face, curled eyelashes, delicate and clear facial features, faded from cunning and naughty, and a little more childish.

Lao Gu came in, and when he saw Song Xingzhi falling asleep, he hurriedly lowered his movements and lowered his voice: "Childe, the old slave will take Song Gongzi to sleep!" ”

"Not necessarily."

Yang Xutang said, went to the soft chair and picked up the young man. The boy seemed to be sleeping soundly, and when he reached his arms, his head rubbed against his arms, and his face pressed against his heart. He looks more like a little fox.

"......" Yang Xutang was slightly eyed, still holding the young man, his steps were steady, and when he arrived at the bed, he put him on the bed and covered the quilt.

The old Gu on the side was dumbfounded. He watched his son grow up, and his son has a cold temperament since he was a child, focusing on reading and practicing, and never letting people get close.

It was the first time he had seen someone in this world who could sleep on Childe's couch.

"Uncle Gu, go to sleep!" Yang Xutang said.

Lao Gu nodded, and looked back at Song Xingzhi, who only showed a small face on the couch, why did he think that Song Sigongzi's eyelashes seemed to move?

He looked at Childe, but saw Childe wave his hand and signal him to go out.

He withdrew and closed the door.

Song Xingzhi woke up when Lao Gu came in, and she wanted to stay with the teacher for a while, so she pretended to be asleep directly.

Unexpectedly, the teacher would hug her and let her sleep on his couch.

The moment the teacher picked her up, her heart was about to jump out. The smell of the teacher's body was so good that she couldn't help rubbing against him in his arms, greedy for his temperature.

When she was put on the bed, she was pleasantly surprised, thinking that she could share the bed with the teacher, and naturally pretend to sleep to the end.