In the other corner of Anding City, Meng Qingye climbed the steps step by step, and slowly pushed open the ebony door that he didn't know how many times he had already pushed open.

The furnishings in the house are refreshing and simple,

"Ahh

The thin boy in white was kneeling in front of the piano table, and the table was ...... There is also pen and ink paper.

Seeing Meng Qingye coming, Song Ji put the pen aside, slowly stood up, and poured a cup of tea for Meng Qingye, before saying, "Why is the little grandfather so late today?" ”

The voice was as indifferent as ever, but there was no sense of disgust.

Meng Qingye smiled lightly, and there was also some sentimentality in his eyes, "I just sent Xi Yan out on the expedition, so it was delayed." ”

The battlefield is always something that Meng Qingye can't and doesn't want to experience, but he has to watch the closest people around him walk on the battlefield one by one, they used to be father and brother, but now they ...... It's Xi Yan, Meng Qingye knows that his catties and taels, hiding behind the wings of others, it seems to be his fate.

"Ah, what are you going to copy today?" Although there was a loss in his heart, Meng Qingye still asked him with a smile.

Song Ji didn't talk, but led Meng Qingye to the piano table and handed him the thick pile of rice paper on the table. His fingers touched Meng Qingye's palm, and then slid away.

Meng Qingye looked at the manuscript in his hand, and his eyes showed joy and disbelief: "This is the score you gave me!?" Can my ...... I haven't finished copying the complete works of Jade Tea Hall......"

"Then you don't have to copy the Complete Works of Jade Mingtang," Song Ji smiled a little embarrassedly, and his voice changed from his previous coldness to become clear, "I don't need this book either, the reason why you asked you to copy it is just to tease you." ”

Hearing this, Meng Qingye was already confused, a person like Song Ji, who was as light as a green bamboo, would actually have the intention of playing tricks on people.

Although Ah Ji admitted that he was playing tricks on him, Meng Qingye was not annoyed at all, but asked incomprehensibly: "Teasing?" Why are you playing tricks on me? ”

A trace of melancholy slowly flashed in Song Ji's eyes, but his lips were still outlined upward, and he said a little narrowly: "Little grandfather, you also know that Ah Ji is a man in the dust, and he is better to say, but he is called the son in the building, and if he doesn't sound good, he is a pet." ”

Meng Qingye had never seen him like this, so he sneered: "Ah Ji, you ...... Why do you bother to say this? ”

Song Ji was still smiling, but the stars in his eyes gradually withdrew: "I have seen a lot of powerful people, and I have naturally been bullied a lot. Everyone says that I am the most famous person in Lingjiang, but under this so-called fame, there is more pain, where I walk on the street of Andingcheng, who does not recognize me...... Am I the one in the building who pleases people? The son in this building, in the eyes of other powerful people, is naturally unpopular. But only you, the little grandfather, really treat Ah Ji as a person. Not only that, but you love me. This love is ...... It's something I've never experienced in my life. ”

Although Song Ji's words were not serious, Meng Qingye was a little embarrassed, as if he was ashamed...... He never put Ah Ji's identity in his eyes, but he just felt that he was a noble person in this world.

"Ahma...... I've never thought about it that much, I just think that you are a rare person in this world, and what is the difference between you and me? Who is not born the same, regardless of what is outside the body, everyone is ......"

"That's why! …… I think that you treat me differently, little grandfather," Song Ji knew that Meng Qingye was explaining with good intentions, but he still interrupted him and poured out his words, "You don't think it yourself, but I ...... But it is too clear that when you asked me for the score at first, I didn't want to agree, but it can be seen that you are so easy-going, and you have come to visit me many times, and I have a sense of teasing in my heart. After all, being able to play with a powerful person like you in the palm of my hand can be regarded as a kind of venting and revenge for me. I just didn't expect you to be willing to rely on me......"

As he spoke, Song Ji leaned down and wanted to compensate Meng Qingye.

Seeing this, Meng Qingye hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, and hurriedly persuaded: "Ah Ji, what are you doing, even if you copy books every day, it is also my willingness!" ”

Song Ji raised his eyes to look at Meng Qingye, his eyes were full of gratitude, "Little grandfather, if you don't dislike it, can I call you Ah Ye?" ”

"Of course!" Meng Qingye accepted it in one bite, and said with a smile, "Ah Jian is willing to recognize me as a friend, which is naturally very good." ”

Song Ji's eyes were full of smiles, and he pointed to the manuscript in Meng Qingye's hand and said, "Ye, Guangye." So the song I composed for Ah Ye is named after Ah Ye, called Qingye.

Song Ji suddenly stared at Meng Qingye: "May Ah Ye always be as bright as the bright moon." ”

Meng Qingye was very shocked in his heart, he couldn't imagine that Ah Ji, who was as cold as ice and snow, would have such a time to open his heart like this, and it was a person like himself.

In an instant, an idea suddenly came to Meng Qingye's mind, and before he could think about it carefully, he said: "If Ah Ji is not happy here, then I will take you back to Xi Mansion now." ”

Hearing this, the gradually detached star in Ah Ye's eyes suddenly appeared: "Is what Ah Ye said true?" ”

Meng Qingye nodded very affirmatively, and paid the ransom without hesitation, the landlord was reluctant in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop it.

In this way, Song Ji held the qin in his arms, Meng Qingye held Xiao in his hand, and the two of them left the Nanfeng Pavilion that imprisoned Song Ji for half his life.

Along the way, passers-by pointed at Meng Qingye and Song Ji from time to time.

Meng Qingye strode forward, trying to block Song Ji behind him. But the height is not enough, no matter how much he can, he can only block half of Song Ji's face. Song Ji looked at Meng Qingye with a smile and took out a small but delicate porcelain bottle from his arms.

"Ah Ye, I want to give it to you."

"What is this?" Meng Qingye took the porcelain vase, opened it and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then showed a look of surprise, "This is the Uighur elixir Snow Lotus Powder, which is said to have the effect of reviving the dead!" It's so valuable, Ah Ji can't help it. ”

Song Ji stubbornly stuffed the medicine bottle into Meng Qingye's hand: "It's not enough to come back to life, but it's true that you can continue your life." This medicine was given to me when the Uighur prince Wen Gulu came to sit in the building, but no matter how precious it was, it was a plaything in my eyes. Ah Ye, you take it, so that I can't see it, so that I don't see the fire. ”

Hearing Song Ji say this, Meng Qingye also had to accept it, he carefully put the medicine bottle into his arms, and then looked at Song Ji and said, "Since Ah Ji said so, then I will accept it." But I just hope I never need it. ”

Song Ji bowed his head slightly, and the green and white figures of the two slowly disappeared at the end of the long street.

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