Southerners

However, Meng Huan's face changed after hearing Song Zhi's words: "Zi Lan, what are you talking about?"

"I saved Xiu Niang, do I still need your thank you gift?"

Song Zhi asked indifferently: "Since the young master doesn't want to thank you, why don't you let me go?"

"Zi Lan!" Meng Huan was annoyed, "Are you sure to make the relationship between you and me so clear?"

Song Zhi smiled: "So the young master still doesn't want me to go, doesn't he?"

Song Zhi's unreasonable reasoning also made sense.

"I don't want you to go, but..."

"In that case, there is nothing more to say." Before giving Meng Huan a chance to explain, Song Zhi interrupted him lightly.

"I don't want to have any disputes with the young master at Xiuniang's place. Xiuniang needs a good rest." Song Zhi said, he turned to look at Meng Huan, "So, young master, please be quiet, or please leave."

"You...!" Meng Huan gripped Song Zhi's wrist bitterly, "How can there be someone like you in this world! Don't people have a chance to speak?"

Song Zhi smiled slightly, with a bitter smile: "Master, it's not that I don't give you a chance to speak, it's that I can't give myself a chance to listen to you."

"What?" Meng Huan didn't understand.

Song Zhi refused to say any more, sitting beside Xiuniang's bed, kneeling all afternoon and all night yesterday, although she slept for most of the day today, her legs still ached.

Meng Huan was so angry that he stood behind Song Zhi and said in a low voice, "Zi Lan... I was really wrong. My father has already left. He won't touch you anymore. Both you and Xiu Niang are safe."

"In the future, I will not allow such things to happen again, and I will not put Xiuniang and you in danger again...Isn't this okay?"

Before Song Zhi, Meng Huan never knew that he could be so condescending to a person, begging for forgiveness in a low voice.

But at this moment, as long as Song Zhi could be calmed down, he would be willing to keep a low voice.

Meng Huan babbled, and got impatient with Song Zhi's words, so he scolded: "Xiu Niang needs to rest, young master, can you stop talking?"

Meng Huan's face turned red and then pale after being scolded by him, thinking of him as a dignified General Meng, how many people in this world can scold him like this?

"If you think you're disturbing Xiuniang, then we'll go out and talk about it." Meng Huan's temper also came up.

"No." Song Zhi refused flatly.

Meng Huan pulled Song Zhi's wrist: "No, you have to go if you don't want to go, you come with me."

Song Zhi was so anxious that he slapped Meng Huan's hand, and slapped his hand away with great force.

"open!"

Meng Huan's hand was shattered, and he received a dark force. Originally, he was trying to pull him with pain, but he couldn't bear the slap, his hand flinched from the slap, and his heart was gradually aroused.

"Song Zilan!" Meng Huan raised his voice, "Are you determined to fight against me?"

It was obvious that he was confused and brought the matter to Hu Duhu, and in the end he tried his best to save him, and he was treated like this.

The more Meng Huan thought about it, the angrier he became.

Song Zhi became impatient: "Master, you have a noble status, why come to such a place? I'm not afraid of getting your feet dirty!"

Seeing that Song Zhiyue's words were becoming more and more outrageous, Meng Huan wished he could be pushed on the bed to give him a good lesson, and in a hurry, he said anything:

"You said listen to me, so you don't listen?"

Song Zhi's body was slightly stiff, and she turned her head to look at Meng Huan. Meng Huan immediately knew that she had said something wrong, and quickly said, "No, Zi Lan, I was talking nonsense, I didn't mean it, I..."

Song Zhi had already stood up and walked out: "What does the young master want to say, come out and say it."

Meng Huan said helplessly, "Zi Lan, don't do this."

Song Zhi: "Young Master, if you don't want to say it, just let it go."

Meng Huan was annoyed and followed.

In summer, there is a lotus pond in the Meng Mansion, and the lotus flowers in it are blooming just right, especially the red lotus, with its bright red skirt swaying in the wind, and the green lotus leaves, tall and straight.

There was a small stone bridge over the lotus pond, which was built exquisitely and beautifully. The two walked up the steps along the white marble stone steps.

In the afternoon, the golden-red sun slanted from the western sky, casting a soft golden glow on Song Zhi's thin profile.

Meng Huan was half a step behind, following Song Zhi, trying to pull Song Zhi's hand several times, but he didn't extend it, fearing that Song Zhi would think he was a man's favorite again.

Song Zhi caressed the exquisitely carved lion head on the stone arch bridge, looking at the lotus under the bridge.

It is said that the lotus comes out of mud and is not stained, but now, he is clearly polluted, and is no longer pure and pure.

"What does the young master want to say, let's say it now." Song Zhi said softly.

There are thousands of words in his heart, Meng Huan has many words to explain to Song Zhi, and many questions to ask Song Zhi, but looking at the current appearance, he can't say anything.

The wind blew past my ears, bringing with it the slight sound of the wind, the calm breeze, very gentle, stirring ripples in the lotus pond.

After not hearing Meng Huan's words for a long time, Song Zhi turned around with some doubts: "Young master, don't you want to talk about it?"

Meng Huan pursed his lips, and raised his hand to touch Song Zhi's side face, but withdrew his hand under Song Zhi's gaze.

Meng Huan closed his eyes, since Song Zhi first entered the Meng mansion, and now, in the past two years, Meng Huan asked himself, he never treated Song Zhi badly, but why he just didn't understand and wanted to leave him?

Escaped again and again, challenging his bottom line again and again.

... It was beyond his expectation that Kuduhu hurt Xiuniang. He never had the thought of hurting Xiuniang.

Why is Song Zhi gentle to everyone but so unfeeling to him?

An unknown bird flew down from the treetop and landed on the swaying red lotus.At the bottom of the clear water, several carp splashed.

The breeze brought Meng Huan's hoarse voice, word by word drifted into Song Zhi's ears, Song Zhi didn't want to hear it at all, but she still heard clearly.

Meng Huan said: "Zi Lan... I really want to live with you."

Living life, Song Zhi smiled wryly, how could there be such a future between them?

People are always greedy, always wanting what they can't ask for, knowing that it can't be done.

"But I don't want to." Song Zhi heard herself say, her voice was so calm that there was no trace of emotion, Song Zhi was surprised in her heart that he could make such a beautiful disguise.

But I don't want to, just five words, not as cool as a knife, pierced into my heart, Meng Huan's lips trembled: "...you lied to me."

"I haven't." Song Zhi said.

Meng Huan grabbed Song Zhi's wrist, his eyes were red, he didn't know whether it was sadness, anger or hatred, and forced him to ask: "I don't believe it! You are lying to me...Zi Lan, you are lying! Otherwise, you will look me in the eyes , say it again, do you want to?"

Song Zhi raised her eyes, and only then noticed the injury on Meng Huan's hand. He suddenly remembered, yes, Meng Huan was injured when he fought against Hu Duhu yesterday, no wonder he was able to break free of his hand easily.

She wanted to touch it and ask him if it hurt, but Song Zhi didn't. Song Zhi raised the corners of her lips and sneered: "Master, look at your hand, haven't you been taught a lesson yet?"

"You are blaming me," said Meng Huan, "isn't it?"

"Blame me for hurting Xiuniang, blame me for not protecting you and Xiuniang well."

"Yes." Song Zhi replied, "Should I not complain?"

"People who are so high up like you always decide the life and death of others self-righteously, and never care about us servants, who are also living human lives."

"Your father is like this, so why not you?"

"Now you like me, and then you don't like me anymore. Am I just like everyone else, let you dispose of me? I have to be looked down upon by others."

"How can I be so cheap?"

Song Zhi's words were so cruel that Meng Huan didn't think of how to reply him for a while. He stared at Song Zhi's face and thought for a moment, is this the Song Zhi he knew?

"You..." Meng Huan's sentence was divided into two sentences, and he felt that the people in front of him became strange. The red lotus in the lotus pond was inexplicably red like blood, which was shocking, and his voice seemed to come from his throat word by word. Squeezing out, "...that's how you think of me?"

Song Zhi looked back without fear: "Isn't it, young master?"

Maybe it was hatred, Meng Huan had never hated someone so much, he was so trampled on with all his sincerity, Meng Huan took a sudden step forward, Song Zhi took a step back, and his waist bumped against the guardrail, causing severe pain.

"Song Zilan." Meng Huanhan said, approaching Song Zilan.

Song Zilan finally recalled the pain she had felt in the past, she was a little afraid, and her body trembled in the narrow space between the guardrail and Meng Huan's arms.

"Are you scared?" Meng Huan laughed lowly, and Song Zhi's scalp went numb from the laughter. He clenched his fists, touched the cold and hard stone pillar back, and swallowed.

"Young, young master..." Song Zhi was a little timid, but refused to admit defeat, refused to bow her head.

The kiss of love and hate fell like that, sealing Song Zhi's lips. Song Zhi opened her eyes wide, but the eye sockets suddenly became hot. He pushed Meng Huan hard, but couldn't push it away.

Song Zhi was in a hurry, so she bit Meng Huan hard, but opening her mouth gave Meng Huan an opportunity, and tears streamed down her face. Song Zhi struggled, but suddenly felt Meng Huan's hand, touching it. to his waist.

Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat, this was outside... in public!

Before Song Zhi could struggle harder, Meng Huan had already pushed forward, and the guardrail was only half a person's height. With Meng Huan's push, Song Zhi's center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and she fell backwards. Feeling instinctive fear, he unconsciously raised his hand to hug Meng Huan.

Meng Huan fell down with Song Zhi, and on the way down, the sharp sound of the wind whistled in his ears, and strange scenes flashed quickly in the corner of his vision, Meng Huan hugged Song Zhi tightly, and adjusted his posture, Put yourself down so that you can protect Song Zhi when you fall into the water.

Song Zhi closed her eyes in fear.

From the bridge to the water, the height was only a few feet, before Song Zhi had time to react, she had already fallen into the water with Meng Huan.

Meng Huan is below.

It is said that if the posture is not correct, falling into the water can be like falling on flat ground.

There was only a "plop", the water splashed everywhere, several lotus plants broke their branches, and several fish jumped out of the water in fright.

Meng Huan was a little dizzy from the blow. The pool water in summer is not cold, but rather cool, very refreshing. The water smells like aquatic plants and fish, and has the fragrance of lotus. Of course, it's more about the temperature of the person in his arms. .

Song Zhi buried her face on Meng Huan's shoulder, and the cool water covered the tip of his nose, face, whole body, and clothes were soaked.

Song Zhi didn't know how to swim, so she could only hug Meng Huan without letting go.

Meng Huan hadn't seen Song Zhi like this for a long time, he hugged him obediently and didn't let go, he opened his eyes and saw Song Zhi's long hair like seaweed floating in the water, and her stone blue dress rippling with the waves .

Meng Huan raised his hand and stroked Song Zhi's hair. For a moment, Meng Huan even thought that if the two of them died together like this, it seemed a good choice.

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This is from last night.

There is no sugar in the Mid-Autumn Festival, only knives, everyone is watching