Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

No wonder Song Xiaowu didn't recognize Yuan Ke at first, she was wearing a simple dress that day, and the "white glass" necklace she wore was also refreshing and elegant, beautiful is beautiful, but Song Xiaowu always felt that it was too different from her usual temperament , It seems, a little strange.

However, after the two were sent by the old man to "go and play by themselves", this strange feeling quickly disappeared.

The two of them didn't take a few steps, and it turned into that Yuan Ke was sitting under the flower stand, watching a big white cat lurking not far away under the hanging vines, and the cat was also watching with breathless concentration. There is a sparrow jumping and looking for food on the grass in front. I don't know if it wants to catch a good meal, or it is just like someone, just for fun.

Song Xiaowu looked at this picture and secretly laughed in his heart. He deliberately scared Yuan Ke by surprise, and thought that this person, a cat and a bird, was interesting. If he ran away in a fright, it would be a pity not to mention it, Miss Yuan probably would not let her go , I simply followed her to watch, wanting to see whether the big white cat got his wish in the end, or let the little sparrow cat escape.

"Ah!" I don't know if the sparrow found other fun, or sensed some kind of dangerous atmosphere, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew to another place. Seeing this result, Yuan Ke subconsciously grabbed Song Xiaowu and cried out in a low voice. With a sound.Only then did the big white cat turn its head leisurely and look at the two of them. The gray-blue eyes on the round cat's face narrowed slightly, with a look of "there are always troublesome people peeping at me". Gracefully walked away slowly.

"Is this cat a spirit?" Song Xiaowu finally couldn't help it.Yuan Ke chuckled: "I don't even look at where it was raised." He got up and stopped the big white cat's way, and stroked the cat's soft and smooth fur under Song Xiaowu's surprised eyes: "I'm sorry It's expensive, isn't it, baby."

The white cat was obviously very comfortable being touched, and did not resolutely stop Yuan Ke's "offensive" behavior.

"At this level, don't you at least have to be called 'Little Prince'?" Song Xiaowu felt itchy, and squatted down, trying to pinch the cat's furry ears, in exchange for a very dissatisfied grunt from Elvis Prince. He simply clapped his hands and said on the spot to draw a line with the cat.

Yuan Ke saw it, and said with a smile: "This little guy is so proud, I've been with him for so long, and I can barely get acquainted with it..."

After hearing this, Song Xiaowu asked curiously, "Oh, you've been here before? Why haven't I seen you once?"

Yuan Ke was taken aback, and half-truthfully said: "You think that anyone can come in and stroll around in this garden? My father has been in Beijing to pay tribute for so many years, and today I can eat in the main hall with Uncle Yao. the light?"

Sure enough, after finishing speaking, he caught a glimpse of Song Xiaowu's subtle expression. Yuan Ke knew that his words were not only unpleasant, but also snobbish - but at least they were good friends, whether it was because he didn't want to hide that he was too much, or because he planned to deliver a little. sincere.

"Sending tribute? Does my dad have it too?" I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Song Xiaowu's focus was on other things.

Yuan Ke could only laugh: "There is no such thing now." Whether there will be one in the future, and under what name, Song Xiaowu will probably never think about it if others don't point it out.

Speaking of which, Yao Jian's attitude is also very intriguing.Yuan Ke naturally understood that he was selected all the way up, probably no different from the draft girls in ancient times. From Yao Jian's point of view, it is good that Song Xiaowu likes himself, but if he doesn't like it, he can choose someone who is more pleasing to the eye. It makes sense that people are not taken too seriously.

It was only when she was covering for Song Xiaowu that Yao Jian knew about Li Tianqi's existence earlier than her, and even indulged him to the point of turning a blind eye to it—brotherly love?People in the Jinzhou circle have heard of Yao Jian's name, who doesn't know that this is an extremely polite and indifferent person?Just a half-brother.As for calculating?That's even more of a joke.

So is he not interested in Song Xiaowu's marriage?On the one hand, she told herself to influence Song Xiaowu by subtle influences and on the other hand, but on the other hand, she did not stop Song Xiaowu from interacting with Li Tianqi...

Yuan Ke couldn't help but fell into contemplation for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, Song Xiaowu had successfully won Master Mao's favor, and was holding a small flower that he didn't know where to find, trying to put it on Master Mao's ear, Yuan Ke was in a hurry Stop him vigorously: "Xiao Wu, this cat is a boy!"

Song Xiaowu looked calm: "I know, what's wrong with boys, they can't dress themselves up and love beauty? You are also gender biased."

When Yuan Ke heard it, he felt that it made sense for a while, but only after looking at the attire of the person who said the truth, did he realize that the truth was still a bit too thin-it was superficial on paper. Knowing that this matter has to be done.

The two wandered around for a long time, and the two and a half elders in the room probably had almost finished talking about their business, so they sent someone out to call Song Xiaowu and Yuan Ke back to the living room for dinner.

This meal was enjoyed by both guests and hosts, especially Yuan Ke's father, who pointed at Yuan Ke and said to Mr. Yao: "This lady always thinks I'm a big bastard, and I even made a lot of friends who are knowledgeable." : There is an old man from a medical university who is really interesting. Every time he takes a graduate student, he only picks a man and a woman. It's a joy to be together..."

"Oh, Dad!" Yuan Ke couldn't help calling out to him, as if he didn't want his father to expose his old background in front of others, because he couldn't be presumptuous in front of Mr. Yao, and subconsciously lowered his voice, which sounded like a coquetry. , causing several people on the table to laugh.Seeing that even Yao Jian raised the corners of his lips to look at him, Song Xiaowu felt a little fuzzy for no reason, and always felt that something was wrong...

Charong Garden in this season is the most pleasant.After the rare rain of apricot blossoms, even the white walls and gray tiles that have been blown by wind and rain for hundreds of years show a clear and fresh look, not to mention the green branches and tender buds everywhere in the garden. new hair.At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, as bright as water, and there is an evening breeze, carrying the fragrance of lotus from the distant pond. What's even better is that it is not yet the month when mosquitoes are raging, and the guests living in the garden can feel free. The casement is opened, and the streamer is fragrant.

It's a pity that this season is also a busy season for those who are qualified to step into Qiarong Garden.In the exquisitely laid out garden, where there are bright willows and bright flowers everywhere, only Yao's father and son, Yuan's father and daughter lived, a total of five people.

Yao Jian had just finished taking a shower when she heard a knock on her bedroom door: "Brother? Have you slept yet?"

It was Song Xiaowu's voice.Yao Jian was a little surprised, agreed, and walked towards the door, while fastening the belt of the bathrobe again.

Song Xiaowu held a plate of pea yellow and said with a smile: "I wanted to go down and find something to eat, but the chef in the kitchen insisted on giving me such a big plate. I definitely can't eat it by myself. Brother, let's share it."

Yao Jian glanced at the yellow plate of dim sum, didn't say anything, let Song Xiaowu in, closed the door, poured another cup of hot water, halfway through, thinking about whether he should call Song Xiaowu a cup of milk, but turned around I saw Song Xiaowu standing there holding a plate.

Song Xiaowu originally wanted to sit on the chair next to the tea table, but Yao Jian's notebooks and documents were placed on it, and there was only one bed left - who would dare to eat on Yao Jian's bed?

Yao Jian saw it, walked over and sat by the bed, and handed him the water glass: "Sit down."

"Thank you brother." Song Xiaowu took a sip, sat down beside Yao Jian, and then brought the pea yellow in front of him. Yao Jian picked up a piece and tasted it. It seemed sweeter than the one he ate when he was a child. Too much, swallowed reluctantly, and asked: "Dad is resting?"

"Yeah." Song Xiaowu nodded, "drank some wine at night, and went to bed early." Mr. Yao and Song Xiaowu lived in a suite, and the two bedrooms were only separated by a wall.

Song Xiaowu glanced at the dim sum Yao Jian held in his hand, and asked casually: "Oh, brother, isn't Uncle Yuan's business all in Jinzhou? Does he want to come to the capital to develop? Or does he want to be an official?" ?”

Yao Jian glanced at him when he heard the words: "Have you heard what Yuan Ke said again?"

Song Xiaowu was a little embarrassed: "Well, it's nothing..."

Yao Jian said, "You - it's been so long, but whenever the occasion is suitable, Dad will always take you there. Although you are not required to learn many things, the children of our family have to behave in a relaxed manner. Bigger, don't be contaminated with the habits of some ordinary people..."

"But I'm a small citizen of Shengdou." Song Xiaowu couldn't help but said.

Yao Jian choked on him, and then couldn't help sighing: "Don't misinterpret my words."

"I don't." Song Xiaowu said, "Brother, I actually understand what you mean, but big people have big people's pursuit, and small shrimps also have small shrimps' way of life. I don't have big ambitions. I want to be an ordinary person and ask myself in everything. It’s enough to be innocent.”

Yao Jian looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then turned the topic again: "Do you have anything to ask me?"

"Hmm..." Song Xiaowu wanted to speak out slowly, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to point it out. After thinking about it, he asked half-jokingly: "I'm just a little puzzled. You took me out before, I know quite a few people, why is Yuan Ke the only one willing to be friends with me? Could it be that I am so unpopular?"

Yao Jian smiled and said, "Isn't there still Peng Sai? I heard that you guys even made a deal together?"

Song Xiaowu was taken aback for a moment, and then pointedly said: "Brother, why do I feel that I can't hide anything from you? It's as if Peng Sai and the others are all specially hired by you to make me happy."

Hearing this, Yao Jian was noncommittal. Seeing that Song Xiaowu got up and was about to leave, she just raised her head and said, "Go back and rinse your mouth again before going to sleep. Be gentle and don't disturb Dad to rest."

Song Xiaowu had no choice but to nod his head, added "good night" hesitantly, and then took the door and left.

The moment the door opened and closed, a breeze came in, and the table lamp in the shape of an ancient candlestick swayed gently, with a very realistic-looking flame. The only difference was that this "flame" was much brighter and cooler than real candlelight.Yao Jian turned her head, put the pastry in her hand back on the plate with more than half of it left, and then closed the notebook.