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No words were spoken for a long while.

Song Yan raised her hand to scratch her red ears and said, "Well, it's okay to change it."

"How do you want to change it?"

Shu Changyu raised her eyes and asked him, "Do you have paper and pen?"

Song Yan tried hard to suppress the smile on her face and said in a nonchalant tone, "I have it at home."

The two returned to the Song family.

Song Yan went to the next room and asked Song Wanzhou for the paper, ink, brush and inkstone for her calligraphy practice.

He spread the paper flatly on the table, then stood aside, lowering his head to grind the ink.

The ink block rotates gently in the inkstone with a slight rustling sound, and the ink gradually becomes thicker and deeper in color.

Shu Changyu found a comfortable posture, leaning lazily against the wall, his elbows resting on the table, his chin lightly supported, and his eyes staring intently at Song Yan's profile.

After grinding the ink, Shu Changyu picked up the brush, dipped the tip of the brush in ink, and then slowly moved it across the paper.

The tip of the pen rises and falls with his gestures, outlining horizontally and vertically, and the ink flows on the paper, drawing smooth lines.

After a moment, a magnificent courtyard gradually appeared on the paper.

The high walls, deep courtyards, flying eaves and pointed corners, every detail is vivid and lifelike.

The trees, flowers, plants, bridges and flowing water in the courtyard were all carefully depicted by him with simple and precise brushstrokes.

The layout of the east and west sides has also been designed, and the original livestock shed on the east side has been transformed into a pavilion and a small bridge over flowing water.

The wing on the west side was retained and converted into a kitchen and granary. Overall, the layout is reasonable and the functions are clear.

With this change, the whole courtyard is indeed refreshing and beautiful, but the problem is...

Song Yan frowned: "Where are the livestock at home?"

Shu Changyu raised his finger and pointed to the back of the house: "Here."

"No!" Song Yan immediately shook her head, "I want to keep this place to grow vegetables."

Shu Changyu made a "tsk" sound with a look of disgust on his face, and his fingertips then turned and landed on the narrow open space between the new house and the old house.

"Then here."

Song Yan was hesitant, as the piece of land seemed a little too small.

Shu Changyu tapped his finger on the paper again and again, looking impatient: "If you keep on dithering, this place will be turned into a pond."

This guy is so domineering.

"Right here!" Song Yan quickly reached out and pressed on a piece of paper, but accidentally pressed on the back of Shu Changyu's hand.

Feeling the cold touch under her palm, Song Yan quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and said in a nervous voice: "I didn't mean it."

"That's all the courage you have." Shu Changyu snorted and laughed.

Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed Song Yan's wrist, and pressed his hand hard on the table.

Song Yan forgot to struggle for a moment. His eyes unconsciously dropped and stared at Shu Changyu's hand.

His hands were very cold, his fingertips were cold and white, and blue veins were faintly visible under the skin.

When Song Yan raised his eyes again and looked at Shu Changyu, an inexplicable courage suddenly surged in his heart.

He raised his other hand and gently pressed it on the back of Shu Changyu's hand. His hands were tightly clasped together, as if he was using his own temperature to warm Shu Changyu.

"Your hands are so cold."

Shu Changyu's thick eyelashes trembled, his eyes became darker, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Song Yan." He spoke, his voice deep and slow, full of meaning.

"Ah?" Song Yan looked up at him blankly.

He then thought that this seemed to be the first time Shu Changyu called his name so seriously.

Shu Changyu looked straight into Song Yan's eyes, neither avoiding nor giving way.

Then his eyes moved down, along the bridge of Song Yan's nose, and finally stopped at his lips. The thin, slightly red lips were tightly pursed, moist, and faintly revealing a hint of sexiness.

Song Yan swallowed, as if he had a premonition that something was about to happen. His heart suddenly started beating like a drum, and he felt unprecedented excitement and nervousness.

Shu Changyu lowered his head and slowly moved closer.

A beautiful face gradually enlarged in front of Song Yan's eyes, the buzzing noise in his ears gradually became blurred, and his eyes widened slightly.

Shu Changyu is... going to kiss him?

Song Yan unconsciously grasped Shu Changyu's hand, but did not dodge. She lowered her eyelids slightly to hide the shyness in her eyes.

At this moment, that extremely beautiful face was very close, and the warm and moist breath sprayed on Song Yan's face, and the thin lips almost touched Song Yan's lips.

Song Yan was so nervous that she almost forgot to breathe.

"Click——"

A slight sound came from outside the door. Song Yan's face showed a bit of panic and she turned her head reflexively.

Suddenly, a hand forcefully pressed the back of his head.

Then, a wet touch fell on his lips.

Shu Changyu's kiss was gentle and shallow, but like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, it caused ripples.

When their lips touched, Song Yan tasted a hint of cold fragrance, which was the unique scent of a young man, cool and distant.

Song Yan couldn't help but indulge in the cold atmosphere.

After a brief taste, Shu Changyu let him go.

Song Yan's brain suddenly shut down, her cheeks gradually became hot, and she was unable to recover for a long time.

It seemed like he couldn't believe it.

Shu Changyu kissed him...

Kissed him...

I really kissed him...

Song Yan's heart was beating wildly in her chest, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

There was a long silence, and no one spoke.

Song Yan let go of Shu Changyu's hand and wanted to rub her face to calm down, but then she held back.

In tension, anticipation and timidity.

He licked the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shu Changyu, do you know what the kiss just now means?"

The corners of Shu Changyu's eyes were bloodshot when he raised them, as if hiding desire and hunger, but they were being restrained with all his might.

"What do you say?"

"so……"

In a trance, Song Yan's heart seemed to have fallen into a can of fruit, soaked in sugar water, and a sweet taste quickly blossomed in her heart.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice became stumbling: "I, we are together?"

Shu Changyu pinched his face, rubbed it a few times with a little force, and said in a dangerous tone: "Do you still want to regret it?"

Song Yan's ears turned red and she quickly shook her head: "I didn't."

It just feels a little unreal.

He was actually together with Shu Changyu.

I'm with the heroine in the book.

It's incredible.

Shu Changyu then withdrew his hand with satisfaction and raised his chin slightly towards Song Yan: "Come here."

As he spoke, he picked up the brush again and started drawing on the paper.

Song Yan leaned over to see what he had drawn on the paper.

I saw Shu Changyu adding a courtyard behind the main house, where Song Yan had originally reserved for growing vegetables.

"Let's build a courtyard in the back and you can live here with me." Shu Changyu said.

Song Yan looked at the new house on the blueprint and saw that it had doubled in size, and he frowned and was troubled.

Uh...it costs a lot of money again.

If we add another courtyard, it will become a second courtyard, which will cost at least three hundred taels of silver.

Song Yan scratched his head and said, "But my budget is not that big."

Shu Changyu put down the brush and raised his lips: "I'll make up for the shortfall."

This, this is not possible.

They had just established a relationship and he used Shu Changyu's money. Doesn't that make him a gigolo?

It's not that he can't come up with three hundred taels of silver. At worst, he can go to the county town to sell a few apples.

When Song Yan thought about how Shu Changyu had to spend five taels and two cents just for a meal, she sighed quietly.

He has to make good money next year, otherwise he won’t even be able to support his wife.