Chapter 52 Is Master pretending to be sick today (2)

Xu Qichen was sitting on a stool, holding an abandoned brush rod in his hand, and gently pulled the charcoal fire in the pot.

The wind and snow outside the window had stopped, and the snow and light passed through the paper to make the room bright.

He was very afraid of cold, but he did not expect that it happened to be worn in winter. In this era, there is neither ground heating nor air conditioning. The freezing people just want to sleep in the quilt, and the rest do not want to go.

But when he thought of being killed by others in this world, Xu Qichen couldn't close his eyes, and his heart didn't fall.

The charcoal fire burned a little bit. He stretched his hands out, put on the flashing flame, and grilled his hands on his hands.

The first is the main task.

Sun Lin's death is the ending of the original text of the novel, and the timeline is the matter of half a year.

At that time, his mother Sun Mengdie met Xie Rujun, the young master of Baicheng Ocean while working in a paper factory. But later things were broken. Master Xie value the portal very much. In order to dismantle them, he lied that Sun Mengdie was received to the Xie family to raise a tire. He forced Xie Rujun to agree to study in France. After he left, he drove away Sun Mengdie.

When Xie Rujun returned, he was told that he was in trouble for his mother and son. Master Xie also ordered him to take him to see Sun Mengdie's grave, which made him completely dead.

So ... the existence of Sun Lin is only known to those who participate in this scam.

A group of Mars in the charcoal basin splashed on Xu Qichen's body. Xu Qichen stepped back, patted a gown, stood up, and walked to the mahogany book aside and sat down.

Xie Rujun had a depression in his heart because of his thoughts, and he was sick. He finally died on the eve of Sun Lin's eighteenth birthday. Ming media's wife was not able to give birth to a man and a half woman for him. In the eyes of outsiders, the incense of the Xie family was broken.

Isn't it eighteen years old this year? Xu Qichen was forgetting, and he felt uneasy in his heart.

Sun Lin was born in the early spring season, and there was not much time to count. When the Xie family died, the Master Xie, who was re -seeing Zongzong, would come to the Song family to find him back.

Xu Qichen regretted it. When this novel was written, the architecture was too large. When the later period was approaching, he had a serious illness and lived in the hospital for a few days. At the end of the connection, who had killed Sun Lin and did not make it clear. At that time, the reader still made a message in various analysis in the comment area, thinking that he had made an open ending.

Do not live for yourself. Xu Qichen felt that this sentence could basically be used as his motto.

"0901, if the ending of the original text does not clearly point the mastermind, does it mean that in this world, everyone has the possibility of killing Sun Lin."

0901 replied: "Yes, Mr. Xu, because you do not designate the murderer, we will not change your settings, so everyone is likely. In addition, I also need to remind you that you have made in this world The plot changes may also affect the last true candidate. "

Xu Qichen supported his forehead with his hands and inserted his fingers into the hair.

Knowing that you will die, but not sure who will be killed.

This is too difficult.

Forget it, regardless of the main task, anyway, as long as he follows the original plot, he will not be killed before his life announcement.

So what about the secondary task?

Song Yiyan.

Thinking of his look yesterday, Xu Qichen felt tricky.

If he is really Sun Lin, he will just follow this Master Song, and feel that he is the most kind and distressing person in the world.

But he was the original author, and he knew about Song Yiyan's character clearly in his heart.

This guy looks like a weak and sick young master. In fact, he is full of mind and is not easy to deal with.

The most troublesomeness is his feelings for Sun Lin. In the original text, he started to have no love for Sun Lin at first, but he had grown up from a young age and was used to staying with him.

Due to various reasons for the novel, Song Yiyan understood his feelings for Sun Lin, so the emotional line of this novel has always been weak, and it was almost the end of the end.

This is not possible. The ending part of him is busy to avoid the crisis so that he will not be killed.

Let him like him earlier. Xu Qichen was tangled for a long time and came to such a conclusion.

"It's so difficult ..." When he thought of this, Xu Qichen had a headache and lying on the table.

After accidentally touched the pen holders with a variety of brushes, Xu Qichen quickly packed them up, thinking that he had practiced a brush word for a year or two when he was a child. Now it has not been written for decades.

Sun Lin is not a talent setting, and has not been studying and writing for a few years.

There is no role setting bonus, just try it, and see that your hands are not born.

The Tantai was a bit dry. Xu Qichen picked up Shi Yan, grinded it with a turn, and then picked a little wolf, spread a piece of paper, and dipped some ink.

What should write?

People who write are often used to write their own names.

When writing, as soon as a point fell, his hand paused in the air.

Xu Qichen feels very inappropriate. The name is not in this world. It is too strange to write it. In case of being discovered ...

But the points beside the words have been ordered, and it looks strange.

never mind.

With a weird mentality of self -violent abandonment, the pen tip moved to the right point.

Points, horizontal hooks, horizontal, vertical, skimming, 捺.

Hands paused slightly, finishing a pretty end.

Xu Qichen carefully looked at the Song Zi, which was quite satisfied. At least he felt that the previous skills were not lost.

However, the initial point was originally to do the side, the writing was too left, and the entire layout was messy.

Simply write the name.

Xu Qichen bent slightly, stained some ink, and wrote the other two words.

言.

I was about to put on the pen and appreciate my own handwriting, but the door was suddenly opened, and Xu Qichen was so scared that he didn't hold it stable, and the little wolf fell directly to the ground.

It is not others who pushed the door, it is the deity on the paper.

Song Yiyan wore a gray woolen woolen coat, a packet of checkered strap pants inside, the cotton -grafted white shirt was stuffed with the waist of the pants, and the legs were stuffed into a pair of shiny horse boots. His face, full of large and young heads.

"What are you doing?"

After hearing Song Yiyan's voice, Xu Qichen reacted, and immediately kneaded the paper on the table, hiding behind him, "Nothing ..."

"You are practicing characters!" Song Yiyan laughed and got to the table, "See for me, what did you write?"

Xu Qichen laughed twice, holding the hand of the paper group a little heated, "If you don't write well, don't look at the young master."

Song Yiyan's brows frowned slightly, "Why don't you call me, you won't do this on weekdays." Speaking, "I'm afraid there is not a good person, secretly touching her portrait in the room."

Song Yuanyan's thoughts were too deep, and Xu Qichen subconsciously wanted to guess the tone of the young master's words.

"What are you staring at me for?" Song Yuanyan looked at him across the table.

Xu Qichen then retracted his eyes, "It's nothing."

Song Yuanyan touched his face, "Is there something on my face?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "No."

Song Yuanyan listened and raised the corners of his mouth, "Then... do you think I'm good-looking?"

Song Yuanyan supported the table with both hands, and got closer to Xu Qichen's face.

The distance was shortened all of a sudden, Xu Qichen stepped back subconsciously, looked at his clear eyes, and answered mysteriously: "It's beautiful..."

Song Yuanyan seemed to be satisfied with this answer, Xiaohuya showed proudly, and added at the end, "You are also very good-looking."

Xu Qichen was a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't explain why. He was in a trance when Song Yuanyan grabbed his arm and quickly grabbed the paper in his hand.

Oops.

Been fooled by him.

Song Yuanyan, who grabbed the paper, had already taken a few steps back, and hurriedly unfolded the crumpled Sheng Xuan.

Xu Qichen was a little anxious, but it was nothing else. Writing his name was not his original intention, so it should not cause a huge misunderstanding. Thinking like this, he was going to grab the piece of paper. Unexpectedly, after only chasing him two steps, the other party bent down and coughed violently.

Xu Qichen hurriedly stepped forward and patted him on the back, "It's alright, Master."

Song Yuanyan walked over with a cat on his back, still coughing, "Water...I want to drink water..."

"Wait, I'm going to pour tea for you." Xu Qichen quickly turned around and looked for the teapot. He was about to pour the pot when he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He put the teapot down, and when he turned around, he happened to see Song Yuanyan sitting beside the charcoal basin and following him. The man opened the ball of paper as if nothing had happened, and looked carefully at the firelight.

really……

Xu Qichen walked over with his fists clenched, grabbed the paper he had seen, and threw it into the charcoal basin. Who would have thought that Song Yuanyan would actually fish out the lit paper, put it on the ground and use his golden leather boots to stamp out the fire, then pick it up preciously, pat it with his hand, fold it a few times and put it in arms.

"Why are you like this, thank you for not burning the words."

What happened to me, you still lied to me. Xu Qichen retorted in his heart.

Seeing that Xu Qichen didn't speak, Song Yuanyan approached him with a smile, "When did you write so well, you must have been secretly practicing for a long time, right?"

Xu Qichen shook his head and said nothing.

Song Yuanyan laughed again, "Why did you write my name?"

Xu Qichen sighed, "If I said it was accidental, would you believe it?"

"Do you think I believe it?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I knew you didn't believe me."

Song Yuanyan was very happy, and didn't care what the reason for writing was. He patted his chest, and the sound of the paper rubbing was faintly heard, "Anyway, it's sent to me."

"My name, although it sounds awkward to read, it looks good when written." Song Yuanyan glanced at Xu Qichen, the corners of his eyes slightly curved.

When it came to his name, Xu Qichen subconsciously avoided his eyes and only changed the subject, "Is there something wrong with this young master?"

Song Yiyan stretched out a lazy waist. Although he was a weak setting, he was still half a head higher than Sun Lin. I'm afraid that I have something wrong and ask you to accompany me. "

Accompany you?

Let me follow so generously, it seems that I really don't like me.

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "Can I not go?"

Song Xiyan thought he didn't believe it, "You ask your mother, the mother let you go." His feet kicked the charcoal pot gently, "If you don't go, then it is right, I won't go."

Xu Qichen sighed, "Let's go." He was about to push the door, but Song Yiyan pulled his arm. Xu Qichen turned back and saw that he lowered his head to remove the black cashmere scarf around his neck and handed it over. It is much colder than yesterday. "

Xu Qichen hesitated, "I'm fine, the young master is not very good ..."

Song Yiyan held a scarf with a smile, and surrounded him in a circle. "It is also pretty good with you."

The car had already been prepared at the door. Before leaving, she met Mrs. Song who was going out to play cards. When Xu Qichen behind her, she was clear, and she called Ms. Zhang, "Go, take another scarf for the young master."

"Mother, I'm not cold."

Mrs. Song glanced at him and shouted, "Yesterday, it was like that, and I frozen my throat today. You, I am not finished."

Song Yiyan smiled and let Mrs. Song wrapped him another scarf.

Xu Qichen watched aside, and there was no fluctuation in her heart. Song Yiyan drove the door and drilled in, and was about to follow. He was caught by Mrs. Song's hand full of jewelry, and immediately stood straight and turned.

"Alin." She raised the scarf that Xu Qichen hadn't worn, and broke it away. "Wait for a while, you will raise some young master, the girls who meet this time I was carefully selected, especially the last Miss He, tens of thousands of snacks for me, ah. "

The word selection was uncomfortable to hear Xu Qichen, but he also understood the other person's loving mother, so he smiled, "Okay, wife."

There was a layer of white mist on the window, Xu Qichen reached out and wiped it, staring at the scenery outside from the small transparent place in that side. This is the first time he really saw the folk scenery of the Republic of China.

The hawkers who are selling on the street, the girl who sells flowers, a team of a team is about to rush to the pier, as well as men and women waiting outside the stage.

So lively.

"What do you see? So amazing."

Xu Qichen turned his head and looked forward, "No." He glanced slightly, Yu Guang looked at Song Yanyan, he seemed to be busy doing something, holding a delicate small box in his hand, and printed the portrait of the female celebrities in this era. , You smell a scent from a distance.

If you want to ask, you feel bad, so you still keep your mouth away.

Maybe it was a gift for the girl?

If you think about it, the blind date is really in the original text, and the last Miss He seems to be his fiancee.

Thinking of this, Xu Qichen glanced at Song Yanyan.

The other party didn't take a small box this time, but stacked a Paizi, stuffed it in the pocket above the coat, and smiled at him.

Really dangling. Xu Qichen turned his head.

The car entered the French Concession, and there were many European -style buildings. saw the car slowly enter a French -filled iron porch and stopped in front of a circular fountain.

Song Yiyan opened the door, Xu Qichen was about to probe, and saw a pair of hands wearing leather gloves reaching for him.

Not a girl. Xu Qichen didn't reach out and came out of himself. "Master, the gentleman's grace, still leave it to the ladies who wait for the meeting."

Raising your feet and walking, staged right foot, not used to it, and almost didn't stand firm, so understood Song Yiyan's intention.

Song Yuanyan smiled and retracted his hand, "Why do I think that what you just said sounded sour?"

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "Young master's illusion."

The two walked into the restaurant side by side, and the foreman saw Song Yuanyan from a distance, and immediately put on a smile and greeted him, "Yo, Fourth Young Master, what kind of wind is blowing you today."

Song Yuanyan nodded with a smile on his lips, "My mother has reserved a seat, please take me there."

The foreman sighed again and again, then turned around and called someone, "New here, go and bring the book of reservations."

A hairy boy in a hotel uniform trotted over with a book and handed it to the foreman. The manager turned it over and said, "I found it, the private room on the second floor." Then he closed the book with a snap, "Two, please. Bar."

Song Yuanyan walked in front, and Xu Qichen followed him.

The hairy boy just now tugged at the foreman and asked in a low voice, "The four young masters are following..."

The foreman slapped the boy on the head, "Stop talking nonsense and pour some tea!"

The boy scratched his head and sighed, and was about to leave, but was dragged back by the foreman manager, "When the tea is poured later, be more respectful to that guy."

"Isn't that a servant?"

The foreman glared at him, "Yes... No, anyway, you just need to call when you're down."

The newcomer has an embarrassed expression, "What are you calling for..."

The foreman rolled his eyes, "Brother Lin."

Entering the private room, Song Yuanyan felt a little hot, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his body, so he took off his coat, and the little girl who was waiting was about to step forward to hang up the coat, but Song Yuanyan stopped, "No need, put it on It's fine on the sofa."

Xu Qichen looked at him and always felt that something was wrong.

Probably too well aware of this person's disposition, preconceived, how to see how there is a problem.

It was already past lunch time, and the lady who came here must not have come to eat. Song Yuanyan only ordered the pot dragon well, crossed Erlang's legs, and glanced at Xu Qichen, "Sit down."

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I'm standing fine."

"What's the matter with you," Song Yuanyan dragged him to the sofa, "Is there anyone in Jiangqu City who doesn't know the relationship between us, what kind of etiquette is it?"

Xu Qichen didn't do the same thing. He was dragged by him for a long time. Unexpectedly, there was a knock at the door. Xu Qichen quickly stood up and glanced.

At the door stood a girl wearing a mink fur cloak, with a triangular bangs on her forehead, and her appearance was pure. The maid behind her took off the cloak for her, revealing a concubine-colored Xiuhe dress inside, which was gentle and pleasant.

The lady walked in gracefully, and Song Yuanyan also stood up very gentlemanly to greet him, until the lady walked to the sofa opposite.

"Miss Zhang, please take a seat."

When the other party saw Song Yuanyan, he lowered his eyebrows shyly and said softly, "Young Master Song has been waiting for a long time."

"It's okay," Song Yuanyan also sat down, his voice soft and calm, "I heard that Miss Zhang is from Jiang Zuo, and I think she likes to drink Longjing. I ordered a pot of tea at my own discretion, and I don't know if the tea here suits Miss."

A pair of shy pear eddies appeared at the corner of Miss Zhang's mouth, and her eyes could not be separated from Song Yuanyan's face.

Xu Qichen glanced at Song Yuanyan and thought to himself, I don't want to say whether the tea is suitable or not, I am afraid that people will agree.

The other party is a very quiet girl, but Song Yuanyan can speak quite well, and a few words will make the girl smile, but the more this is, the more Xu Qichen feels that something is wrong.

How could it be so cooperative.

Could it be that you really like this kind of boudoir lady? That would be difficult.

"I heard that Young Master Song fell ill a while ago, and I don't know if his health is better."

Song Yuanyan was stunned for a while, with a disguised look on his face, and smiled deliberately, "I have recovered a long time ago, Xiao Xiaofenghan, the rumors outside are exaggerated, miss, don't believe it."

Miss Zhang covered her face with a smile and said, "I just said that they were talking nonsense."

"Yes, although I can't compare to the master of the martial arts hall, he is a seven-footed man, and his body is..." Song Yuanyan was talking about his excitement when he coughed.

"Master Song, take a sip of tea and press it down." The opposite Miss Zhang stood up slightly with a concerned expression on her face.

It finally started.

Song Yuanyan waved his hand, still coughing endlessly, his face flushed red, just as he was about to pick up the tea in front of him, his hand shook, knocking over the teacup, and the tea flowing on the table. One hand held Xu Qichen's long gown without letting go, and the other hand groped in the coat, pulling out his handkerchief to cover his coughing mouth.

"Master Song..."

Miss Zhang's expression changed slightly, and it was difficult to speak, so she looked at Xu Qichen.

What could Xu Qichen do? In order not to make Miss Zhang feel that the servants of the Song family are also strange, he had to bend down and pat Song Yuanyan on the back symbolically, and said emotionlessly, "Young master, be careful."

Song Yuanyan coughed a few times, took off the handkerchief, it was dyed bright red, and the corners of his mouth were also dyed red.

This scene scared Miss Zhang Huarong pale, covered her mouth and exclaimed, "This, this is coughing up blood? Master Song..."

Song Yuanyan's eyes also showed a trace of panic, and then quickly hid the handkerchief under the table, "It's okay, it's not blood, don't worry, miss."

Pack. Then install.

Xu Qichen's heart was not disturbed, and he even wanted to laugh.

Miss Zhang honestly fell off her sleeve, looking at the blood red on Song Yuanyan's lips, she was really frightened, she drank the tea in her cup, and whispered: "Song, Young Master Song, I just remembered that I have to accompany you in the afternoon. My mother went to order clothes for her hometown, I'm really embarrassed..."

Song Yuanyan snorted, "Miss Zhang is leaving now?"

Miss Zhang got up and nodded slightly, "I'm sorry, thank you for today's tea, Master Song." After speaking, she left the table, took two steps and turned around with a worried look on her face, and added, "Young master, please take care of yourself. body."

Song Yuanyan looked at Miss Zhang with reluctance, until the other party walked out of the room, then sat down again, looked at Xu Qichen and began to laugh.

Still laughing. Xu Qichen sighed inwardly.

"Sit down." Song Yuanyan dragged Xu Qichen onto the sofa again. Xu Qichen was really tired from standing, so he didn't resist this time, and took a break.

"Aren't you worried about me?" Song Yuanyan put his face in front of Xu Qichen, but Xu Qichen's hand pulled the handkerchief he was holding from the table and waved it in front of Song Yuanyan.

A scent of flowers wafted into the air.

Song Yuanyan smiled, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Xu Qichen stretched out his finger, dipped the red on the handkerchief, and twisted it with his fingertips.

"Thank you for thinking of it, use sweet-scented osmanthus oil to dissolve the rouge paste."

Song Yuanyan raised his eyebrows proudly, and the rouge on his lips made Xu Qichen accidentally distracted, thinking of the previous world.

"Dazed again."

Xu Qichen put away the handkerchief, "Stop scaring people." Then he glanced at the table, there was no tissue or anything.

So he dragged his sleeve, holding Song Yiyan's chin with one hand, and the other hand pulled the cuffs to wipe the rouge on his mouth. More. "

Song Yiyan suddenly grabbed Xu Qichen's hand, "What about that?"

Xu Qichen froze.

It's too close, this distance.

"It is always bad to make people misunderstand." Xu Qichen released the hand that supported Song Yiyan's chin.

"I'm not afraid of misunderstanding."

Xu Qichen still wanted to say something, and suddenly heard the sound of something dropped at the door. Looking back, she saw a lady with a beautiful curly curly hair and wearing a rice -white woolen suit squatting on the ground, picked up a small bangs of wine, and on her face on her face The expression is very embarrassing.

Xu Qichen immediately realized and stood up from the sofa.

Speaking of misunderstanding, the misunderstanding came.

However, this lady also came too early ...

Song Yiyan said with a smile Yan Yan, "You are Miss Lin."

Ms. Lin's face was a little red, but she was not the same as Miss Zhang, "Yes."

Xu Qichen looked at the red ears of the lady, thinking about the posture of their two sides from the perspective of the door.

Too ambiguous.

"Please enter."

"No." Miss Lin took a step back, and there was a bit of disdain on her face. "I was interested in Master Song, so I arrived in advance, but now it seems that we are not very suitable. Explain to my mother. "

It is proud, but it is quite simply.

Song Yiyan raised his eyebrows and smiled, leaning on the sofa like a stubborn look, watching Miss Lin leave.

Xu Qichen sighed, really accidentally became his accomplices.

Suddenly, the two girls who came to the blind date ran away.

There are only the two of them left in the private room. Song Yiyan took out a pocket watch from his arms lazily, "Yo, this is only 4:00 pm. The last lady is about 5:30, and it is enough." He called the waiter, "Several delicious snacks you are here."

The little girl is a bit embarrassed, "Master, there are a lot of snacks here, which are do you want?"

Song Yiyan thought about it, "I will be sweet and sweet."

Xu Qichen glanced at him, and happened to look at Song Yiyan's eyes. He smiled at him, his eyebrows bent, "sit, let's eat and wait."

Xu Qichen sat opposite this time and didn't eat much at noon. It was really hungry at this moment. The little girl brought a few exquisite cakes in his hands and feet. Song Yiyan piled up in front of Xu Qichen. I asked Gusu's pastry master to make it, fragrant and glutinous, and this, this Longjing crispy ... "

Xu Qichen looked at the person in front of him across the table, and couldn't say anything.

"Don't you want to eat these?" Song Yiyan patted his hands again. This was the Mao boy who had only handed up the book downstairs and nodded his head.

"Are you here, is there any special supply today?"

Mao Xiaozi scratched his head, "Today ... Today is the winter solstice ..."

When Xu Qichen heard it, he suddenly aroused the corner of his mouth and beckoned at him. The boy immediately passed and smiled charmingly, "Brother Lin, what do you want to click?"

Xu Qichen motioned to let him come with his ears, and the kid bent down to get over. Xu Qichen said softly, and he nodded with a smile, "I know, you wait."

On one side, saw Song Yiyan, and didn't know what his illusion was still. always felt that the little master's eyes were not very friendly.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Song Yan said with a sullen voice, "Nothing, uncomfortable."

"Where is uncomfortable?"

Song Yan was lying on the table with a sick manner, without looking back.

Began to pretend to be sick again. Xu Qichen thought in his heart, and he was delicious to put a piece of Longjing crispy into his mouth.

"Is it delicious?"

Xu Qichen nodded, "It's okay."

Song Yiyan was still lying on his stomach, but he crooked his head, and his chin tip against the back of his hand, "Give me a piece."

Xu Qichen originally asked him to do it by himself, but he saw his eyes, felt familiar, and couldn't bear it.

So he stretched his fingers, took a small piece of Longjing crisp, half of his body, and sent it to Song Yiyan's mouth.

The corner of the other's mouth evoked, opened his mouth with satisfaction, and ate the pastry in his hand, and his lips intentionally or unintentionally contained his index finger for half a second.

Xu Qichen froze and retracted back.

The fingertips are wet.

After a while, the hairy boy came in with a smile, with two delicate porcelain bowls in his hand, put it on the table, "two waiting for a long time."

Xu Qichen smiled at him, "Thank you, you go."

"Haole."

The bowl of the bowl was hot and fog, Song Yan said straight up and glanced at it, the bowl was actually five white fat dumplings.

"Why eat this?"

"Winter solstice, aren't we just eating dumplings here?" Xu Qichen picked up his tone, "Taste."

Song Yiyan listened to him, so he took a dumplings with a spoon and took a bite.

Black sesame stuffing flowed out of the white glutinous dumplings.

Song Yiyan didn't like this taste very much. He was panicked. The remaining half of the dumplings were put back into the bowl and drank tea and pressed.

Watching Xu Qichen bowed his head and ate, "You like to eat this filling."

"Yes." Xu Qichen was about to laugh at the corner of his mouth. The tip of the spoon broke a white dumplings, and the black stream of sweetness exuding a sweet breath was flowing.

"I like to eat this filling the most."

Song Yiyan stunned, didn't make a voice, and took another tea on his face.

You come to me for a few rounds, and you can't say who you win.