The next day, the bustard did not show up for almost the whole day.

Most of the girls didn't go to any dance classes the next day, and everyone lay in bed or sat together, whispering and comforting each other.

The bustard didn't come to find fault either.

Ai Songqing woke up late, and she looked sideways at the nearby Bai Ling's bed—sure enough, it was empty again.

Bai Ling probably went to class or contacted the ...... alone

Ai Songqing buried his head in the quilt again, thinking about everything that happened yesterday. This matter made her really puzzled - Bai Ling didn't seem to have taken the tattoo matter to heart from the beginning,

Ai Songqing sighed and turned over, she thought that this was probably just Bai Ling's good concealment, and in some moments that she didn't know or understand, Bai Ling should have burst into tears.

But today, as usual, she woke up early and left early, as if she was completely unaffected.

Ai Songqing heard a few girls talking with crying voices, and for some reason, Ai Songqing suddenly felt that this meaningless warmth made her feel bored.

What's the use of crying now? Can the tattoo fade after crying?

But when she looked at the flower yard under her collarbone, she couldn't help but feel a little sour - crying was not to cry for the tattoo, but it was really crying.

Thinking so, Ai Songqing got up and changed her clothes, went out to wash under the watchful eye of the turtle paws, and when she came back to put down her things, she sat alone on the bed for a while, and then stood up and slowly walked towards the exit.

The eyes of the others looked at each other in unison, some curious, some puzzled, and when they were about to reach the door, Ai Qian frowned and shouted, "Where are you going alone?" ”

“…… Dance workshop. Ai Songqing said softly, but before she finished speaking, she shook her head again, "No...... It should be a pear orchard. ”

Bai Ling must have paid more attention to the teachings of the teachers in the pear orchard, and with such extra time, she would not waste it on those big classes that hundreds of people listened to.

Ai Qian sneered and scolded in a low voice.

Ai Songqing thought about Bai Ling, a little distracted, and didn't hear what she scolded for a while, but judging from the mood and the action of spitting later, it shouldn't be a good word......

She could probably imagine what Ai Qian would scold her.

"Sister, rest well," she nodded calmly to Ai Qian, and turned to leave.

……

Bai Ling is indeed in the pear orchard.

Ai Songqing heard Bai Ling's voice from a distance, her voice was very high and bright, and she could be recognized from a distance.

Ai Songqing couldn't help laughing - this is Bai Ling, when he was going to sing in the Lin Mansion before, the master asked everyone to try their voices, and Bai Ling pretended to have a hoarse voice, so in the end, he played tricks on stage with her, holding the flag as a pawn.

It's true and false...... Bai Ling had been on the alert.

"Don't delay! Go fast! Turtle Paw urged coldly behind him.

Ai Songqing carried the hem of her skirt, climbed the stairs, and soon entered the door of the pear orchard.

Sure enough, in a corner of the backstage, she soon saw Bai Ling standing in front of the master.

The master holds a palm-sized teapot in his hand and takes a sip from time to time; Over there, Bai Ling's movements were soothing, and he couldn't see the initial jerkiness.

Bai Ling saw Ai Songqing, his face was a little more smiling, Ai Songqing also smiled, found a nearby place to sit down, and waited for Bai Ling to finish singing this paragraph.

At noon, the two sat on the edge of the flower bed, bowing their heads and nibbling on the rice balls they received in the pear orchard.

"It's great that you're here." Bai Ling said with a smile, "I asked the apprentice here to help me in the morning, and wrote a version of the piano score according to the tune I hummed, which is just right for Song Qing to see." ”

"...... score?" Ai Songqing was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted again, "Ah, is it the song you said last time, the song you want to sing during the May Crescent Trip?" ”

"Hmm." Bai Ling nodded, "I don't think you've been in a very good state lately, so I'll let the piano ghostwriter first, it's a very simple version...... The specific interpretation still let Song Qing take a look. ”

As he spoke, Bai Ling took out a four-folded piece of paper from his bosom.

Ai Songqing put down the rice ball, wiped his hand on his dress, and took the score.

"No wonder Boling always seems so busy during this time......"

"yes," Bai Ling said softly, "after all, the time is almost up. ”

Ai Songqing was about to look down when a familiar laugh suddenly came from front of him - when he looked up, it was their bustard girl.

"Miss Bai is here!" The bustard shook the water-red silk handkerchief in her hand, "This is really a coincidence." ”

Ai Songqing and Bai Ling stood up at the same time and greeted the bustard.

Bustard Niang smiled so hard that her mouth couldn't close her mouth, "You are really amazing, now everyone knows that I have a chick named Xiao Hou Ye who can't put it down, and next moon will be buying and selling, and they will all look at me here." ”

Ai Songqing was stunned for a moment - little marquis? Is it really the prince of the Hou Mansion, or is it some other code name in this hundred flowers......?

Bai Ling was also a little inexplicable, "How can Mom say this?" ”

"Since I came to see you last time, the little Hou Ye has never come to this Baihuaya again, and moved back to the Hou Mansion directly, every day the father and son are filial to the ......" Bustard Niang laughed and trembled, "The boss of the 'Fang Zihao' is so angry when he sees me now, who told me to let him lose a distinguished guest out of thin air?" ”

“…… What does this have to do with me? Bai Ling still didn't understand.

The bustard mother smiled a little and glared at her with deep meaning, "Still don't understand?" Little Hou Ye, this is to collect your heart. ”

"...... for me" Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, and finally understood the meaning of the bustard's words.

Bustard Niang smiled, "This matter is not unheard of in our Baihuaya, the love is deep, the little marquis now, can't you just wait for the beauty to return in May next month?" ”

"Did he live in the Hou Mansion during this time?" Bai Ling asked.

"Yes," the bustard replied, "a few days ago, I accompanied the old marquis to the mountains for spring hunting, and they all said that the little marquis suddenly opened up, knew what was wrong, and became filial." ”

Bustard Niang smiled and stretched out her hand and poked at Bai Ling's head, "You, you're a blessed one!" Later, I entered the Hou Mansion and became an aunt, don't forget my mother's cultivation! ”

Bai Ling smiled, bowed to the bustard, and said a few happy words, and sure enough, the bustard said with a happy smile.

She waved the red handkerchief in her hand casually, "Come on, don't talk about what you have or don't have, where do you still lack anything?" If you are short of things, although you told your mother that you can swim in the sea in the sky, I will get you anything that is not too unproductive. ”

Bai Ling wanted to shake his head, but suddenly remembered something, and said softly, "Mom, do you have any good wine?" ”

"Wine?" Bustard's eyes widened slightly, and the smile on her face became stronger, "Then you are asking the right person, I just opened a wine cellar that has been sealed for twenty years yesterday, and I will ask someone to send you a small jar tonight." ”

"Thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks," the bustard waved her hand, "Have you seen your Master Wu, I'm looking for him." ”

"Over there." Bai Ling stretched out his hand and pointed to the nearby courtyard, and then stood aside with Ai Songqing, watching the bustard mother leave.

Bai Ling sighed imperceptibly.

I didn't think that after talking that day, Zeng Jiuyan would no longer come to this Baihuaya to get drunk.

She lowered her head and smiled—Bai Ling understood that this was definitely not like what the bustard mother said, "Zeng Jiuyan is going to take his heart."

On the contrary, he made up his mind to make a big news.

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