It's dark.

The snow has not stopped, with the arrival of the night, the surroundings are getting colder and colder, Shi Miao's stomach has already begun to hurt, and her shoulders have been shaking slightly, but even so, her back still has not softened for half a minute.

The people inside seem to have forgotten about her existence.

Rong took the initiative to bring Qi Yao back for the first time, and Mrs. Rong was so happy that Shi Miao even seemed to be able to hear the laughter from the living room.

The room was heated under floor and the lights were bright, in stark contrast to the cold, dark place she was.

The words he had spoken before he left became clear, echoing in her ears.

It's just a subordinate.

Well, the next person.

Shi Miao couldn't help but close her eyes, and at that moment, someone tapped her on the shoulder, "Shi Miao." ”

She opened her eyes.

Uncle Zhong was looking at her, "Mrs. let you into the house, don't worry, your mother has already asked people to take her to rest, you can admit your mistake to Mrs. after you pass, do you know?" ”

Shi Miao didn't move.

As soon as Uncle Zhong saw her like this, he knew that her stubborn temper was coming up again, and he stomped his foot slightly, "You kid, what's the use of you being angry with your wife now?" Are you really going to kneel here for eight hours, do you want your body anymore? Your mother is the only one now! ”

Speaking of this, Shi Miao finally pursed her lips, and then, standing up by herself, "I know, thank you Uncle Zhong." ”

Maybe it was because of the cold, her voice was a little hoarse, and Uncle Zhong didn't recognize it carefully, so he took her in directly.

The people in the house had finished their dinner and were sitting in the living room drinking tea.

Mrs. Rong and Qi Yao sat together, holding the tea set that Mrs. Rong treasured, while the man sat alone in the single seat next to him, his coat was taken away by the servant, and he was wearing only a light-colored shirt with golden cufflinks shining slightly in the light.

He should have heard her footsteps, but he didn't look up or look at her.

"Madam, young master, Miss Qi."

Shi Miao quickly lowered his head and said softly.

Mrs. Rong glanced at her and said, "Go and take out your piano, what does Yaoyao want to hear?" Let her play it for you, although her skills are not as good as those of international musicians, but it is still okay to listen to them occasionally. ”

Mrs. Rong's words were casual, but the smile on Qi Yao's face was a little reluctant, and her eyes looked at Rong Ji.

The man was fiddling with the cufflinks on his wrists with his head down, not seeming interested in what was happening in front of him.

Qi Yao quickly retracted her gaze and replied with a smile, "I rarely listen to classical music, so I don't appreciate it much." ”

"It's okay, just listen to it." Mrs. Rong said with a smile, but soon found that Yu Shimiao was still standing there without moving, her brows instantly twisted, "What are you still doing in a daze?" ”

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not a showman."

Shi Miao replied softly.

Her words made Mrs. Rong's face change suddenly, "What did you say?" ”

Shi Miao didn't answer again, but the motionless figure already showed her thoughts.

Uncle Zhong looked at it and hurriedly stepped forward, "Shi Miao, what are you doing, quickly apologize to your wife!" ”

Shi Miao still didn't move.

When Mrs. Rong was about to have a seizure, the man next to her suddenly chuckled and said, "Since she doesn't want to pull, don't force it, I remember that Aunt Lin seems to understand, right?" If my mother wants to hear it, she can ask Aunt Lin to come out and play it. ”

As soon as his words fell, the person who bowed his head and was silent instantly clenched his hands, and his teeth bit his lips even more!

"Uncle Zhong, go and invite Aunt Lin out." Rong still didn't look at her, and said directly to Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong was a little embarrassed - just Lin Jun fainted and was helped in, and now he ......

Just then, a hoarse voice came, "I'll pull." ”

Uncle Zhong turned his head and met Shi Miao's wet eyes, as if they were covered with a layer of moisture.

There seemed to be a little choked in her voice, "What does Miss Qi want to hear?" I'll pull it to you. ”