Erzhuzi's fingers tightened, and he held the porcelain vase tightly in his hand, and his heart was even more moved.

Song Lingyue explained some precautions for Erzhuzi, and asked Erzhuzi to urge Qiu Ju to rest more, drink more water, and pay attention to keeping warm.

The two pillars responded one by one, and Song Lingyue left Fallen Leaf Street with confidence and went back to Shuangcha Lane.

Safely through this crisis, Song Lingyue was in a good mood, humming songs along the way, jumping like a three-year-old child.

On the way back, it actually rained misty autumn rain, and when the cold wind blew, the heat of autumn slowly fell, which brought a bit of coolness.

Song Lingyue didn't bring an umbrella, walked under the misty drizzle, and felt the coolness brought by the misty light rain falling on her face.

She narrowed her eyes comfortably, letting the autumn rain fall on her face.

But this kind of enjoyment didn't last long, the raindrops gradually intensified, and after a while, Song Lingyue's hair and clothes were mostly wet by the autumn rain.

Just when Song Lingyue was embarrassed and was thinking about whether to run back, an oil-paper umbrella appeared above Song Lingyue's head.

As soon as Song Lingyue turned around, she found Qi Mo standing beside her, holding an oil-paper umbrella with a lotus pattern after the rain.

Qi Mo frowned, with a shallow anger on his face, but under his eyes was deep distress and pity:

"When it rains, I don't know how to avoid the rain first, so I brave the rain to rush back, I really don't know how to cherish myself at all."

He said reproachful words on his lips, and gently reached out with an oil-paper umbrella to shield Song Lingyue from the wind and rain.

Qi Mo's arms were very long, almost half of Song Lingyue in his arms.

In the hazy rain curtain, under the oil-paper umbrella, all the wind and rain were blocked by Qi Mo.

At this moment, everything was quiet, and Song Lingyue could only hear the sound of her heart beating in her chest.

Plop, plop, plop.

The heart beats like a drum.

"Why are you here?" Song Lingyue's face was slightly hot, and she moved her body slightly, keeping her distance from Qi Mo, as if she was afraid that Qi Mo would hear her fluttering heartbeat.

Qi Mo touched the tip of his nose and said with a smile:

"In the morning, I saw a thin layer of clouds gathered in the east from afar, and I knew that it was going to rain, I wanted to explain that you brought an umbrella, who knew that you were walking so fast, and I didn't have time to stop you, and you were gone, but I was the only one who ran on this trip?"

He deliberately added two points of complaint to his tone, his good-looking eyebrows were gently raised, and his black and white eyes clearly reflected Song Lingyue's pretty face.

"Thank you then." Song Lingyue's face turned red and red, her tone softened, and it was rare to reveal a little tenderness.

Qi Mo deliberately pretended to be flattered: "You are suddenly so gentle, I really don't feel comfortable." ”

As soon as these words came out, the ambiguous charm just now was completely dispersed.

"Are you saying I wasn't gentle before?" Song Lingyue crossed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes dangerously.

It's a pity that Song Lingyue is petite, her voice is soft and cute, her appearance is sweet, and she looks fierce, not only will it not be annoying, but it will reveal a different kind of coquettishness, which makes Qi Mo's heart tremble slightly.

"It's gentle, too, but it's extra gentle today." Qi Mo saw that she was really angry, and he was busy coaxing sweetly begging for mercy.

Song Lingyue blinked her eyes and pretended to explore: "Why do I think you said this so smoothly, I'm afraid you didn't say this to the girl before, right?" ”

Qi Mo panicked, and hurriedly waved his hand: "What's there, I'm just telling the truth." ”

"Why do I think your answer is a little weak?" Song Lingyue deliberately approached Qi Mo and squeezed her eyes at him with a wicked smile.

"Why am I so weak-hearted?" He didn't open his eyes and didn't look at Song Lingyue's clear and translucent eyes.

"You don't even dare to look at me, and say that you are not weak-hearted." As if she had caught the evidence, Song Lingyue stood on tiptoe and turned Qi Mo's head over to look at her.

She was so close to him, her warm breath spraying on his neck, and the end of her nose lingered with her familiar medicinal fragrance.

Qi Mo was a little flustered for a moment, his eyes widened nervously, and he even forgot to breathe, "What are you doing?" ”

It took him a long time to find his voice, and he almost squeezed out a trembling sentence from between his teeth.

Song Lingyue brought her face closer: "My master once told me that when people lie, their eyes will habitually glance to the right, I want to see if you are lying to me." ”

"Ridiculous." Qi Mo frowned without thinking.

"It's true." Song Lingyue emphasized with a serious face:

"Because the human brain is divided into the left brain and the right brain, and the right brain controls the imagination, when lying, people will habitually glance to the right.

Some people will notice this habit and force it to correct, but the body will reveal their secrets, such as inadvertently grabbing the earlobe, or adding a chin, these are small actions to relieve tension. ”

"How do you know so many strange things?" Qi Mo looked at Song Lingyue with interest, "I've never heard what you said. ”

Song Lingyuexin said: Of course you haven't heard of stupidity, this is called micro-expression psychology, she was interested in watching the American drama "Don't Lie to Me" in college, so she found a book on this subject by herself, and she didn't study it systematically.

"From the book." Song Lingyue was sloppy, but it was just from the book in another world, and she added in her heart.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the jade beads the size of beans fell from the blue sky, hitting the bluestone pavement, and blooming bright and transparent flowers.

Pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, dodging this sudden autumn rain, describing themselves as embarrassed.

Song Lingyue was well protected by Qi Mo, and almost half of the small oil-paper umbrella tilted to her side, so that most of Qi Mo's body was drenched in the rain.

Back in Shuangcha Lane, Aunt Li saw that Song Lingyue and Qi Mo were both wet, and hurriedly urged the two to take a shower and change clothes.

Fortunately, there are many people in the family now, and the stove fire in the kitchen is not extinguished for twelve hours, and hot water can be taken at any time.

After taking a bath, Song Lingyue changed into dry clothes, and then sighed comfortably.

The window opened, Song Lingyue climbed on the table, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, listening to the rain outside the window dripping down the eaves, and couldn't help but feel tired.

"Miss." Song Yi came over with ginger soup, pushed open the door and saw Song Lingyue lying on the table with the window open and fell asleep, and hurriedly took the cloak to cover Song Lingyue.

"Miss, why didn't you even dry your hair, I was in the limelight and had a headache." Song Yi touched it and found that Song Lingyue's hair on her shoulders was still wet, so she hurriedly took a fine silk cloth and helped Song Lingyue wipe her long hair clean little by little.

Song Lingyue's body tightened, and she immediately woke up, and when she turned around, she saw that it was Song Yi who slowly relaxed.

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment at first, but it took a moment to regain clarity, the palm of his hand inadvertently brushed his heart, and his heart just jumped suddenly, and there was always a bad feeling in his heart.

"Did the slave hurt you?"

Song Lingyue shook her head, and there was no sleepiness in her eyes:

"No, it's just that my heart suddenly tightened, as if something bad was going to happen."

Song Lingyue frowned at Juanxiu's good-looking brows, and the uneasiness and anxiety in her heart hit her heart, making her uneasy for a while.

"Miss must be tired." Song Yi wiped the last strand of hair and touched the porcelain bowl that was placed aside, the ginger soup was already warm, just in time for the mouth.

"Miss, hurry up and drink the ginger soup, don't catch a cold and get the wind again, it's not good."

Song Lingyue took the ginger soup and only drank it once, and was spicy and only stuck out her tongue, frowning and asking Song Yi: "Can you stop drinking this ginger soup?" It's so spicy. ”

"No way!" Song Yi refused to go through a while and simply, "Aunt Li said, if you want the slave to stare at the young lady to use up the ginger soup, and then sweat well, don't be infected with the wind and cold like last time, so that everyone will worry." ”

Song Yi said so, what else could Song Lingyue say, she could only pinch her nose and drink the ginger soup in the bowl in one go.

"Shhh......h Spicy to death, spicy to death! Song Lingyue stuck out her tongue, her pretty face wrinkled, and pushed the empty bowl aside.

Like a child, he lost his temper: "I don't drink these bitter and spicy things anymore." ”

Song Yi burst out laughing: "Miss is really like a child." With a flip of his palm, he took out the candied fruit that had been hidden in his sleeve pocket a long time ago, and put a hawthorn covered with powdered sugar into Song Lingyue's mouth.

Song Lingyue's cheeks were bulging by the hawthorn, she sipped the powdered sugar wrapped in the hawthorn, the spicy bitterness in her mouth was suddenly swept away, and then she bit it gently, and the sweetness and sourness of the hawthorn overflowed her mouth.

"Anything else?" Song Ling knew the taste of the marrow in the moon, and only felt that the hawthorn fruit coated with powdered sugar was sour and sweet, and it was very delicious.

"That's not going to work." Song Yi put away the candied fruit and said seriously: "This is what Miss said, eating too much hawthorn will hurt your stomach." ”

"I'll just eat a little bit." Song Lingyue gestured a little bit with her fingers, blinking her big eyes and looking at Song Yi pleadingly.

Song Yi unceremoniously debunked Song Lingyue's lies: "A little bit? Miss is so greedy for sweetness, I'm afraid this bag of candied fruit won't be enough for you to eat, right? ”

"Why!" Song Lingyue deliberately dragged out her tone, and her eyes seemed to be hanging down weakly, but she actually kept staring at the candied fruit in Song Yi's hand, "I really just eat a little bit." ”

Song Lingyue dragged out her tone, with a coquettish taste.

Without waiting for Song Yi to react, Song Lingyue snatched the candied fruit in her hand, picked up a piece of dried apricot and threw it into her mouth, and smiled proudly at Song Yi.

It's just that this pride didn't last for three seconds, and the huge sour smell made Song Lingyue's face wrinkle: "It's so sour!" "Her teeth are going to be sour!

Song Yi couldn't hold back her laughter anymore and burst into tears: "Mr. Qi really understands Miss, he said that Miss will definitely eat candied fruit again after eating sugar hawthorn, so that the slave doesn't have to stop her." ”

"Okay, you already know that this dried apricot is very sour, don't you?" Song Lingyue frowned, only to feel that half of her cheeks were sour.

"The slave doesn't know that it was sent by the slave and maid by Gongzi Qi." Song Yi looked innocent.

"What a Qi Mo, he deliberately corrected me!" Song Lingyue snorted and pushed the candied fruit aside. "I'm going to go to Qi Mo to settle accounts!"