Chapter 53 Is Master pretending to be sick today (3)

I don't know if Song Yiyan would be surprised, but even if he understood, according to his hidden personality, he would not show it. Xu Qichen had eaten the bowl of dumplings secretly, and didn't say anything else.

Song Xiyan took a break for a while, and he was uncomfortable with the stomach of the stomach. He had to take two steps to eliminate food, and said that he would leave with his coat. Xu Qichen did not stop him. I will not follow you anything next time. "

Song Yiyan listened to his footsteps and turned around and laughed, "I'm sure, rest assured, wait for me."

Xu Qichen couldn't help but sigh.

It is really hard enough to stall such a strategy object.

It's boring, stand up and walk around the private room. It's really not used to this lame. Although the two legs are not one centimeters, it is less than one centimeter, but it is still troublesome. Sitting on the other side of Song Yiyan.

There was also the tea that he deliberately overturned on the table. Xu Qichen raised his elbow, supported his chin, and dipped some tea with his fingers bored and wrote on the table.

Write a Sun Lin.

I was stained again, and wrote a word below.

The voice of 0901 suddenly came out, "Mr. Xu, why do you get this name and read it well."

Xu Qichen laughed, "It's hard for you to be the artificial intelligence." He wiped the two words with his fingers until he could not see the trace, leaning against the sofa with his back, "This name comes from Qu Yuan's" Mrs. Nine Songs " There is such a sentence in it.

0901: "What do you mean?"

Xu Qichen did not answer this sentence, but just continued, "The two words and two words are casual, and you have this name."

There is a Xi Xi, there is a orchid, and the son -in -law did not dare to speak.

Song Yiyan.

Speaking of very casual.

In fact, I only know how to get the name.

Thinking like this, he called the waiter and withdrew all the desserts on the table and packed it.

In this era, there was no mobile phone. There was nothing to recreational. Xu Qichen felt a little boring, so he asked the little girl who wiped the table, "Do you have any books here?"

"What book do you want?"

After thinking about it, "magazine newspapers are all possible."

After a while, the little girl sent a magazine. Xu Qichen felt very novel. The design of the cover seemed to be full of age.

Xu Qichen is a person who is isolated from the outside world as soon as he looks at the book. When he was in high school, no matter how much he was no matter how much everyone was in the class, he would always sit on the seat and read a book quietly. After a while, it seemed to be in different time and space as the surrounding classmates.

"Bad and folded ..." Xu Qichen stared at the article with eyes, and unconsciously read the sound. He probably had a lot of sweets and felt dry, so he stretched out his hand, his fingers explored on the table, looking for the tea cup , Lazy to the eyes, don't lift it.

After touching it for a long time, the tea cup turned out to be buckled upside down. Then thought that the waiter had cleaned it up, and the tea was taken away.

Forget it, don't drink it, take back your hand, open another page, look down and look carefully.

"Waiter, two cups of coffee."

The voice of a woman suddenly came across, and Xu Qichen looked up, only to find that a person was sitting on the sofa sofa opposite.

Sun Lin's eyes seemed a little myopia, not too serious, but Xu Qichen still squinted slightly and looked at the opposite side.

There was a young lady sitting in front of her. In fact, if she hadn't already spoken, Xu Qichen would have to think about whether it was the young lady or the son, because both appearance and spirit were very vague.

The other party's hair was cut very short, no more than a centimeter longer than his own, the back of the neck was neatly trimmed, and the broken hair on the forehead was also combed up, revealing a pair of heroic eyebrows, below which was a pair of piercing eyes. The phoenix eyes of the gods are slightly raised, and the whole face, which is like a goose egg, is somewhat feminine.

The coffee came up quickly, Xu Qichen said thank you softly, and closed the book.

"Miss He, hello."

The other party chuckled, "You just looked at me for a long time, but you think it's strange?"

It's been a long time, but it's just based on the original memory settings.

Xu Qichen had no expression on his face, but only slightly moved the corners of his mouth, "Miss He asks this, do you think she is strange?"

Miss He raised her eyebrows slightly, and her face without Fendai showed a hint of surprise, and soon smiled again, "According to the ancient Chinese saying, I have been attacked by a rebel army." She took a sip of coffee, "I I thought that a pedantic scholar like you must be extremely disliked by a woman like me."

Xu Qichen said lightly: "Miss He's words, there are two points that have to be refuted. First, why do you think I am a pedantic scholar? Second..." He glanced at the woman in front of him.

"There are all kinds of women in the world, what kind of woman is Miss He?"

Miss He paused her hand and stared at the young man in a long gown in front of her.

Originally, she didn't want others to judge people by their appearance, but now she first fell into the trap of judging people by their appearance.

"What should women do, what should men do, such unwritten rules are originally a kind of cognitive injustice." Xu Qichen didn't look at her, just looked at the knuckles on his fingers, there was no emotion in his words, as if he was talking In the same tone of what did you eat just now, "No one should be limited by the word male or female."

His eyes were a deep brown, the same as the coffee in front of him. Not heavy, but has a natural sense of alienation.

"Gender is only used to distinguish physiology, not a person's way of life."

Miss He was stunned for a while, then turned to laugh magnanimously.

"Interesting, really interesting." She looked at Xu Qichen, stretched out her hand, and finally showed a friendly smile on her face, "Miss He is really struggling, you can call me Nancy."

Sure enough, he drank foreign ink for two days.

Xu Qichen hesitated for a moment, and seeing how generous and friendly the woman opposite was, he still chose to extend his hand.

Miss Nancy had a lively temper, and before Xu Qichen could speak, she continued, "It is said that the young master of the Song family is crooked and very weak, I have a headache when I hear it, and I was held by my father today. Looking at it now, although the figure is thinner, the thinking is very advanced."

The hand that was held trembled.

Misunderstood again.

The door was suddenly opened.

"I just walked downstairs and found a western fruit shop. Guess what I saw..."

Xu Qichen immediately pulled out his hand and glanced at the door.

Why is there such a coincidence in the world.

The real Young Master Song was holding a beautiful box in his hand, and the smile on his face gradually solidified.

Xu Qichen stood up and bowed slightly to Miss He, who was unknown to the other side, "I'm sorry, you misunderstood, I'm just a servant of the Song family." After saying that, he glanced at Song Yuanyan at the door, "This is Song Xiao. Master."

Miss He frowned slightly, "So... did I make a mistake?"

Xu Qichen nodded, "I'm just waiting for the young master here, I didn't mean to cause a misunderstanding, I'm really sorry." After speaking, he picked up the magazine and walked out of the sofa, winking at Song Yuanyan.

Song Yiyan frowned and walked over, stuffed the box in his hand to Xu Qichen, and then sat on the sofa with one ass. "You are Miss He?"

Where is so hot ...

Is it possible to think that he is hooking his dating object?

Xu Qichen said silently and glanced at the box in his hand. The foreign text on it was a handwritten flower body, which was not easy to distinguish.

Miss He made a mistake, it was very embarrassing. Now I look at the appearance of this real young master, even more dissatisfied, "What about it?"

This does not seem to be right.

In the original text, the two of them met very friendly. They both received Western education and had common topics, which was only formed.

Is it because of yourself, changing the trend of the plot?

Don't, what if he dies in advance. Xu Qichen was weak, and remembered what Mrs. Song said to him before leaving, and touched the toes under Song Yiyan's table, and opened the box in the box with a smile. "This is a gift from Miss He."

Song Yiyan frowned, taking advantage of Xu Qichen to take it back before the box was given out. "Are you diligent, while when did I say this?"

The steps are not handled.

Xu Qichen was a little embarrassed, I just wanted to pull out as soon as possible, "Then ... the two talked slowly, I won't disturb."

"No need." Miss He first stood up. The little girl on the side took her red coat and put on her. "I was forcibly escorted by my father from the racecourse. Now it seems ..." Chao With Song Yiyan snorted, "It is indeed as I expected. I and Master Song and I don't have to see again in the future."

Song Yiyi raised his hand without laughing, "Miss He goes well."

Miss He stepped on the horse boots and walked to Xu Qichen. The expression on his face was a bit slow. Just like it just now, "What is your name?"

It is not a way without answering. Xu Qichen slightly bowed his head, a respectful look, "Sun Lin."

Miss He nodded, and then left freely.

On the way back to the Song Gongguan, Song Yiyan did not tell Xu Qichen in a word, holding the box in his hand, staring at the window.

Even the driver who drove found that the atmosphere was not very right. The young master always laughed. It was kind and kind to which subordinates who grew up together. Same.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and hesitated for a while.

Song Xuan said nothing, his lips pursed. His facial features are actually sharp, with clear lines, but they always laugh on weekdays, and often get sick, always ignoring his edge.

Xu Qichen felt that the driver glanced at him again in the mirror, so he said, "Go back to the mansion directly."

The driver nodded and opened in the original direction. Xu Qichen looked at Song Yiyan's side face, thinking about the reason why he was angry.

What is angry? When entered the door, was fine, and what else was talking in mouth. When he saw him shaking hands with Miss He, his face changed. Seeing what he said to Miss He, it seemed that he didn't mean to admire, it should not be jealous.

That ... because he was a family servant and friend, he talked intimately with his dating object, making him feel uncomfortable.

This reason seems to be sufficient, after all, no matter how much he is a young master, he should always have some temper.

Can't let him go so angry, in case of his illness, who is the head? In case, they hurt their feelings, and the revolutionary friendship could not be developed in the later period, and the sideline task failed.

Xu Qichen felt that the incident was more and more transparent, so he said to the driver, "Otherwise, stop at the pear garden at the intersection just now. I remember when the young master came to watch the show."

The driver responded, that like the savior bodhisattva sent a word, immediately turned the steering wheel, and drove the two to Liyuan.

Although Song Yiyan did not oppose it, he still did not speak. Xu Qichen got out of the car and said to the driver of the driver's seat: "You go back to cover your wife first, and say that the young master's appointment today has gone, and you will not go back to eat today."

After speaking, Xu Qichen turned and wanted to enter the garden. After walking two steps, Song Yiyan still stood at the door and said, "The young master thinks that my legs and feet are too sharp, do you want me to take a few more steps?"

Song Yiyan glanced at him, and Xu Qichen read what he said in his eyes. He just wanted to take him to pick him up.

Sure enough, this method works. Song Yanyan followed up. This leg is now like this, which can be regarded as a shame for Song Yiyan. He will not sell this face.

Two people walked in one after the other, and the pear garden class at the door saw Song Yiyan and smiled. "Yo, isn't this the little four master of the Song family? What is the wind blowing you today? Hui. "

Song Yanyan was angry, but he still made a smile, which made Xu Qichen admire very much. He dared to sprinkle with himself alone, and he could play to everyone else.

"What song sang today?"

The class owner smiled and greeted them in, "" Peony Pavilion ", I do n’t know that the young master likes it or not, if you do n’t like it, we can order.

Song Yiyan saw a lot of people on the first floor. "No need," Peony Pavilion "is very good." Said that he had been on the second floor, Xu Qichen followed him.

Song Yiyan's steps walked very slowly, one step seemed to deliberately pause. The stairs that are not long or short, walk for a while before going up.

The reason for walking slowly, Xu Qichen didn't feel tired, and followed him to find the empty position that was facing the stage.

Several parties of the stage were sent to some cakes and nuts, and a pot of hot tea was squeezed. Xu Qichen looked at the stage and felt quite novel. He had never watched the scene before. Now he listened to the drama in such antique pear gardens and felt very interesting.

But honestly, "Peony Pavilion" is Kunqu. He doesn't understand it. As a layman, he can only listen to a charm and look.

I couldn't help but glance at Song Yanyan, and the other person seemed to hear very seriously. He leaned against the ebony chair and looked at the horns on the stage.

The sight moved and moved to his hand. He was still holding the box. Xu Qichen narrowed his eyes slightly and wanted to take a closer look to see what the above was written.

"You said you want to watch the show, come here and don't watch the show."

Song Yiyan's voice suddenly sounded, Xu Qichen stunned, and quickly left his eyes, "I want to see."

"Where did you play?"

Xu Qichen couldn't say it, just pretending to be dead.

Song Yiyan threw the box on the table, and his eyes were still staring at the stage.

Xu Qichen was stunned for a little bit. His research on "Peony Pavilion" was really not deep. He couldn't say what he liked, so he had to throw it back again.

Song Yiyan didn't sting at him, just faintly, "Guess?"

You come and go, a word around eighteen bends.

Xu Qichen thought for a while, wouldn't it be the words that had been rotten on the street in modern times.

Try to answer, "Is the phrase‘ I do n’t know what to do, it ’s deeper?”

Song Yanyan shook his head, Xu Qichen had expected this result long ago.

Just listen to him again, "The previous sentence."

The previous sentence? This sentence was too vulgar, Xu Qichen didn't know what the previous sentence was, and never checked it. Perhaps his expression was too doubtful. Song Yiyan pointed at the stage, "It's about to sing soon."

Listening to him, Xu Qichen condensed and carefully distinguished the singing of the people on the platform.

"I was surprised that the acacia was revealed, and it turned out to be only due to bones."

I didn't say any taste in heart, eyes fluttered, and glanced at the box on the table. This time, finally saw the words of the English letters above.

The vocal cavity on the stage was long and soft, with a trace of grievances and blurry, which made Xu Qichen fall into memories at once.

In March of the semester, the white Valentine's Day in the girlfriend's mouth.

He has always been silent, holding a box of milk into the classroom as usual.

Xu Qichen still remembers that the English teacher who brought early self -study that day was holding his book, around the corridor in the class around the circle, reminding students who had not yet read the textbooks early.

Xu Qichen bit the milk box straw, did not bow his head, and groped the English textbook in the drawer. Somehow, but he touched a small heart -shaped box, and there was a pink -purple ribbon on it. There seems to be something in it.

Looking down at the drawer, there were several beautiful small boxes inside, but the shapes were different.

Watching the English teacher came to him, Xu Qichen quickly turned out the textbook, spread out, and read twice in pretending. Wait until he walked by himself, took out the small box and opened it.

It turned out to be chocolate.

Xu Qichen felt strange. It turned out that he could receive gifts like him, like him.

What do you like him?

I can't figure it out. But chocolate is not a bad thing, he even likes it. So it was about to disassemble and eat it, but a loud sound came from the back seat.

"Teacher, I have a problem."

The English teacher who had just walked around turned back again, just to see Xu Qichen, holding chocolate, and knocked on his desktop.

Xu Qichen yelled, dispelled the idea of ​​taste, and stuffed the so -called messy things back to the drawer.

There were no dialogue between the man and the teacher behind him.

"what is the problem?"

"Teacher, do you want this article?"

"I have said it for a long time last class. Section A has to memorize. What class do you hear?"

The man replied with a smile, "I forgot, thank you teacher."

"Hurry up."

Xu Qichen turned to the text that did not finish the last time, lowered his head and covered his ears, and carried himself silently.

As soon as he learned from himself, he was called away by the Health Commissioner on the same day.

Come back in front of the first math class, Xu Qichen hurriedly bent over to find the textbook, but found that the four or five small boxes he saw in the early self -study was gone, and one was not. He took out the textbook and thought carefully, thinking that those gifts were the illusion of not sleeping.

How can he receive a gift like him.

But the fact of that day was so strange that Xu Qichen still remembers now.

Go home from school and write homework, pull the schoolbag zipper as usual.

There is a big box like a textbook.

Filled with golden chocolate balls.

It's all rolling in bed.

"What are you going?"

The thoughts that drifted further and further were pulled back, Xu Qichen snorted, lowered his head and said, "It's nothing, I feel that the lyrics that the young master likes are really well written."

Acacia is not exposed, just because it penetrates into the bones.

Song Yuanyan was silent for a while before speaking, "You've been very strange recently. In the past, when there were two of you, you never called me young master, you always called me by the name of the person. How can you be like this now?"

A trace of astonishment appeared on Xu Qichen's face.

Table word.

Calling him by his name is probably more embarrassing than calling him by his first name.

But if he didn't call, would he find out that something was wrong? After all, Song Yuanyan was so smart and had a heart of nine twists and eighteen bends.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I have dug too many holes for myself, and I regret it.

But Song Yuanyan didn't wait for him to speak. The "Miss" on the stage finished singing his aria and came off the stage. Song Yuanyan called in his staff, picked up the box on the table, and said with a smile, "This, give it to me on the stage just now. that one."

The guy hunched over and took the box with both hands, "Yes, I'll thank the young master for her first, then I'll go down first, if you have any other orders..."

"and many more."

Xu Qichen raised his head and looked into Song Yuanyan's eyes.

"Isn't that box of chocolates for me?"