Ghost book

Hearing footsteps, Xiaofu was overjoyed and raised his head abruptly.

Song Zhihai was holding a wooden stick that had just been broken off in his hand. Xiaofu looked up, and suddenly his hair grew creepy. Song Zhihai looked like a butcher staring at the livestock that had caught him, his face was extremely distorted.

Xiaofu didn't know why he had this thought, but Song Zhihai's malice made him tremble all over.

"Didn't think I would have today." Song Zhihai sighed.

Xiaofu moved back secretly.

Song Zhihai squinted, "Do you think you can run away? It's ridiculous to take away the you who should belong to my life for more than ten years, hahaha."

Xiao Fu glanced back, he didn't know why he took Song Zhihai away, but seeing Song Zhihai's malice towards him, he couldn't escape.

There was a cliff behind him, Xiao Fu rushed forward suddenly, but his position was still a long way from the cliff.

Song Zhihai approached Xiaofu with a smile, and he watched Xiaofu move forward like an earthworm playfully.

"In the next life, keep your eyes open. It shouldn't be your things that were taken away, but you should pay for it with your life."

"Boom."

When the stick came down, Xiaofu's entire face was buried in the soil.

"Hahaha." Song Zhihai looked at Xiaofu's appearance with a smile and laughed out loud.

Light rain was falling in the sky, wiping the sweat off his face, Song Zhihai looked up at the sky, "Oh, yesterday was Qingming Festival, I burned a letter to my parents, if my parents see you I'll teach you a lesson too."

"Hahahaha." Smiling and smiling, Song Zhihai shed tears. If it wasn't for Song Fu, he wouldn't have failed to become Song Zhicun's attendant, and he wouldn't have failed to get the money promised by the Song family in advance. He won't be beaten to death because of debts, his life shouldn't be like it is now.

"I have to get you down quickly."

At this time, Song Zhixin felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and he fell off the horse. He was holding his chest and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. Mrs. Song would let the doctor come to the house for check-ups regularly, and he was always in good health.

'Boom' At this moment, it rained heavily in the sky, and before Song Zhicun got on his horse, his whole body was already soaked.

Xiaofu has been in poor health since he was a child. If he gets caught in the rain, he will definitely catch a cold. Today's incident must have scared him a lot, and he will definitely be sick this time around.

Thinking of Song Zhicun, he speeded up again.

There are people on this mountain. When Song Zhicun went up the mountain, a man wearing a cloak made of straw and rattan came down.

"Uncle, have you seen a boy?"

Song Zhihai never expected to meet Song Zhicun here, he trembled all over, glanced behind him, shook his head severely, and strode forward.

Song Zhicun didn't pay attention to Song Zhihai's expression, and he didn't have the time to pay attention to him at this time.

This mountain is not very high, but Song Zhicun felt that he had climbed it for a long time.

Because of the rain, the mud on this mountain was soft, and it was not easy to move forward. Before reaching the top of the mountain, the horse under him couldn't run anymore. Song Zhicun simply abandoned the horse.

"Xiao Fu, Xiao Fu."

Uncle Chun said that Xiaofu was on the mountain, and he was not far from the mountain at this time. Song Zhicun yelled twice, thinking that after he found Xiaofu, he should take him to find a place to rest.

No one responded to Song Zhicun's shouting, he panicked for a moment, maybe Xiaofu didn't hear it, "Xiaofu, where are you, Xiaofu?" Song Zhicun turned up the volume and ran up.

As he ran, a red mark washed down by the rain appeared in front of his eyes. Song Zhicun suddenly felt cold all over his body. He grabbed a handful of dirt mixed with the red mark and sniffed it.

No, no, this must not be Xiaofu, forcing himself to calm down, Song Zhicun ran up the mountain.

The more it went up, the more red marks there were, and the smell of fresh blood became stronger.

"Xiaofu, Xiaofu, don't scare me. Where are you, Xiaofu?"

Song Zhicun yelled, he didn't believe that something happened to his Xiaofu, but why didn't Xiaofu respond to him.

Following the blood Song Zhicun went up step by step, he felt that his feet weighed a thousand catties, and he told himself over and over in his heart that Xiao Fu, who was not good, would be fine.

It was a cliff, and there was a puddle of blood diluted by the rain on the ground. Song Zhicun felt his stomach sore, and he knelt down straight on the ground, tightly clutching the corner of his clothes mixed with mud.

"Xiao Fu, you must be fine, right?"

Looking at the bottom of the cliff covered by clouds and mist, Song Zhicun's eyes were sore and swollen unbearably.

This mountain is lush with trees, and there are many trees at the bottom of the cliff. Xiaofu must be fine, thinking that Song Zhicun took off his shoes, grabbed the small tree on the edge of the cliff, and went down to the bottom of the cliff.

It was raining, and the soil under his feet was wet and slippery. Song Zhicun's toes were stuck in the mud tightly, and every step was very difficult.

"Xiaofu."

The small tree at hand was held tightly by him, and the soil was so soft from the rain. Seeing that the small tree was about to be uprooted by him, Song Zhicun found a foothold and slid down.

When Uncle Chun and his party came up, the first thing they saw was the pool of red blood and Song Zhicun's shoes on the edge of the cliff, and Uncle Chun immediately lost his head in a daze.

"I'm going to borrow a straw rope from the nearby villagers, and you can look for the young master."

It was already the second day when Song Zhicun woke up again. He was covered in cold sweat, as if a needle was pricking him in his chest, making him breathless.

He had just had a dream, dreaming that Xiao Fu was lying in the grass covered in blood, and there was a blood hole on the back of his head, bleeding out.

Song Zhicun patted his chest uncomfortably, "Xiaofu, where are you, Xiaofu?" At this moment, he desperately wanted to see Xiaofu.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened, and a stingy-looking man came in with a bowl of ginger soup, "Master, this is ginger soup made by my wife, drink it while it's hot."|

Song Zhicun frowned, "Who are you, where is Xiaofu?"

The man looked at Song Zhicun suspiciously, "Master, I am Zhihai, who is Xiaofu?"

Song Zhicun knocked Jiangtang to the ground, "I don't care who you are, where is Xiaofu?"

"Doctor, doctor, my son is awake, come here and show him."

Song Zhicun's head ached, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and there was a sudden noise in his ears, his eyes went dark, and he felt his wrist being lifted up and held down, was it Xiaofu?

"Xiaofu, is that you?"

Song Zhicun didn't open his eyes. When Mrs. Song heard that he was called Xiaofu, tears came down her lips. What did she do?

The doctor sighed, "I'm afraid I'm going to have a serious illness after this, and it won't be a big deal if the knot can be solved."

Madam Song wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said sternly to Aunt Liu, "Has the murderer been found?"

Aunt Liu lowered her head, "It's Song Zhihai."

Mrs. Song touched Song Zhicun's bruised cheek, "Put him in the dungeon first, and hand him over to Zhicun to deal with."

What do you mean by murderer? Song Zhicun opened his eyes instantly, "Mother, where is Xiaofu?"

Mrs. Song held onto Song Zhicun's hand tightly, "Zhicun, please don't get excited, Xiaofu, Xiaofu left with his parents."

Where did Xiaofu's parents have been with him since he was a child, even so Song Zhicun was lucky, he prayed: "Mother, Xiaofu is fine, right?"

Mrs. Song had a sore nose, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Zhi Cun, Xiao Fu is gone."

His chest stagnated, and Song Zhicun patted his chest with his fists, suppressing the overwhelming despair, "Mother, where is Xiaofu now?"

When he said this, he was unusually calm, and Mrs. Song cried even more fiercely, "Xiaofu is in the hall, Zhicun, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry."

Song Zhicun ignored Mrs. Song, he lifted the quilt and strode to the hall.

In the west corner of the hall is a mat covered with a white cloth, and a human figure protrudes from the middle of the mat, about as tall as Xiaofu.

Song Zhicun immediately trembled all over, he wanted to escape, wanted to run out, how could Xiaofu die, he was obviously fine this morning, so tell him to read carefully.

The white cloth was lifted, revealing Xiaofu's pale face, Song Zhicun's tears poured out immediately, hitting Xiaofu's face drop by drop, Song Zhicun opened his mouth wide to call Xiaofu, but he couldn't say a word for a long time .

His knees hit the floor, and he threw himself on Xiaofu's chest and cried out loudly, as if Xiaofu's body would be warm in this way.

Uncle Chun felt quite shocked when he saw this scene, his eyes were stained red because of it, and the sense of guilt in his heart deepened.

"Xiaofu, I'm sorry, the young master didn't protect you well. I was wrong. Please wake up, Xiaofu."

Mrs. Song also rushed to the hall at this time, she stood aside silently wiping her tears, not daring to make a sound.

"Mother, who is the murderer?" Song Zhicun covered Xiaofu with a white cloth, and wiped away the tears from his face.

Mrs. Song sobbed twice, her words flattering, "Yes, it's Song Zhihai, mother has already caught him, and I'm waiting for you to deal with it."

"Lao Chun, bring Song Zhihai in." Mrs. Song called Uncle Chun towards the door.

Song Zhihai was pressed in, and he could no longer see a piece of intact skin, "Deserves it, deserves it, he deserves it."

Song Zhicun's legs were numb, he stood up and staggered forward, staring at Song Zhihai fiercely, "What did you just say?"

Song Zhihai spat out a mouthful of blood with teeth in it, "I said he's alive..."

"Ah, I'll strangle you."

Before Song Zhihai finished speaking, Song Zhicun grabbed his neck severely, his veins bulged, and Song Zhicun's entire face flushed even redder than Song Zhihai's.

Mrs. Song was so frightened by the scene in front of her that she trembled, "Zhi Cun, let go, listen to your mother and let go, he will pay the price, mother will definitely let him pay the price, Zhi Cun let go quickly."

Song Zhicun let go of his hands suddenly, and turned his head silently, "Leave it to mother. I hope mother can give me an explanation. I will take Xiaofu away."

Song Zhicun picked up Xiaofu who was covered in cold, put his head on his chest, and slowly returned to their yard.

There was a lot of noise about their return yesterday. Many people in the city knew about it. Xiaoan's family had been in close contact with the Song family recently, so they all knew about it. After knowing everything, Xiaoan felt very guilty. His little attendant will not be conspired to send away, and tragedy will not happen.

Ever since Xiaofu was taken away by Song Zhicun, their courtyard hadn't been opened. Mrs. Song felt guilty and dared not go forward, but she also knew that this was not the way.

She quietly opened the courtyard door and walked in, wanting to have a good talk with Song Zhicun, to enlighten him, but she never expected to see such a scene in her life, her son's tender face printed on Xiao Fuhong's weird lips.

Mrs. Song covered her mouth, tears rolling down uncontrollably.

Song Zhicun knew Mrs. Song was coming, so he didn't look at her, but looked at Xiaofu tenderly and said: "Mother, do you know that Xiaofu and I are married, and I said that I will only be with him in this life."

Mrs. Song rubbed her handkerchief at a loss, "Zhi Cun, don't scare your mother."

"No, mother, I'm not filial. I can't continue our Song family's incense in this life."

Mrs. Song didn't dare to speak, she looked at Song Zhicun's appearance and shed tears one after another, her whole body trembling with fear, yes, she was afraid, she was afraid that Song Zhicun would leave.

The next day Mrs. Song invited a Taoist priest with deep morality to the Song Mansion, and Xiaofu's funeral began to be arranged.

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☆, cemetery

Xiaofu was buried three days later. At the request of Song Zhicun, Xiaofu was buried in the ancestral hall of the Song Mansion and included in the genealogy of the Song family.

Daoist Wusi also lived in the Song Mansion for three days. On the night after Xiaofu was buried, the Taoist priest went to Mrs. Song.

"Five thoughts and Taoism."

Wusi: "Tell you something about your son and him."

Song Zhicun was about to go back to his room. After hearing the words of Taoist Wu Si, he withdrew his forward legs and retreated to stand behind the rockery.

Mrs. Song was nervous when she heard about Song Zhicun, Taoist Wusi said slowly.

"Remember, your son cannot be buried in a place with precious trees in the future."

Mrs. Song: "Why?"

Daoist Wusi shook his head lightly, "It's about his next life, I don't want to say more, as long as you remember it."

Mrs. Song nodded anxiously, how could she care about this matter after she died.

In the next life, Song Zhicun leaned his head on the rockery and tried his best to hold back a smile, then in the next life I will go to Xiaofu.

Taoist Wusi and Yiyang left. Before leaving, Song Zhicun stared at Yiyang's face for a long time, and Yiyang shivered twice.

That night when Song Zhicun returned to his room, Mrs. Song finally breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that Zhicun had already looked away.

"Xiaofu, I will come to you in my next life." Song Zhicun didn't dare to write this sentence directly in the book, because no matter how he hid it, he might be seen by others. If Mrs. Song saw it, he was worried that there would be an accident.

Song Zhicun wanted to write it down, and put it in the notebook Xiaofu bought, so that it felt like Xiaofu could see it.After thinking about it, Song Zhicun split the font. This is a mistake Xiaofu often makes when he is literate. He must be able to understand it.

"Xiaofu will wait for me to find you in my next life."

……

Ten years later.

The prime minister of the Jin Dynasty died.

The whole Jincheng has been bemoaning this matter all day long.

Since Song Zhicun became the No. [-] scholar ten years ago, he has been promoted all the way, won the favor, and was highly regarded by the national teacher. During his official career, he served the country and the people. He once rescued the suffering people from the fire and water, and won the hearts of the people.

"He's tired even when he's alive, and it's more to his liking to die. Don't be sad." Zhang Chaoyuan patted the emperor's shoulder to comfort him.

Zhang Chaoyuan knew that today would come when Song Zhicun asked him to help with that matter. He woke up many times from his dreams and was worried that he would hear the news that Prime Minister Song committed suicide, but he never thought that he would die suddenly at home from exhaustion and live to the end How tired it is.

"Oh, he died suddenly from exhaustion, he is really good." The emperor laughed mockingly, and grabbed the fence of Baiyu Bridge, "I really don't understand him."

"What did he tell you that night three years ago?" The emperor turned around and looked at Zhang Chaoyuan.

"He asked me to show him a cemetery, and he asked me to arrange for him to be buried there no matter what after his death." Zhang Chaoyuan looked at the lake, and Song Zhicun's pleading face appeared before his eyes, and his hands tightened.

"The national teacher is here."

Mrs. Song stood up with her hands on her knees, and Song Feng carefully supported her, "Grandmother be careful."

Mrs. Song nodded with her mouth pursed, took a breath, and walked out the door.

Zhang Chaoyuan entered the door with a wooden box in his hand. He glanced at the coffin placed in the hall, "Aunt Song, my condolences."

"Aunt Song, this is something that I keep in my place."

Zhang Chaoyuan held the box in front of him, "I want to put it by Zhicun's side."

"No."

At this time, a thick male voice sounded, Zhang Chaoyuan frowned, and turned to look at the man in Taoist attire who heard the voice.

The man strode forward, "The things inside here use Zhensha water, do you want to make him feel uneasy in his next life?"

Madam Song gasped, and looked at Zhang Chaoyuan questioningly.

Zhang Chaoyuan tilted his head and looked at Yiyang, "This is Zhicun's most precious thing, and it was also given to me by Zhicun. I know some things. Since this is Zhicun's choice, why should you meddle too much?" Don't you think you're busy?"

Yiyang roared, "Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?"

Zhang Chaoyuan glanced at him and walked to the front, "You think I'm afraid of this."

Unable to stop Yiyang, he stared blankly at Zhang Chaoyuan's back.Mrs. Song raised and lowered her hand many times, and Song Feng patted her shoulder comfortingly.

With the emperor's support, Song Zhicun's funeral was almost prepared by him before his death. He fulfilled his wish and fell into a deep sleep with the things he wanted to bring to his next life.

Yiyang respects Song Zhicun very much, but he also regrets it.

Maybe it was because he was worried about what Yiyang would do. There were many people guarding Song Zhicun's cemetery, and the blooming precious tree flower was the object of everyone's care.

It was dinner time, Yiyang sat on a branch near the cemetery and sighed.

Song Fu is the fate of Yuezhi, and his life is bitter. The opposite of Yuezhi is Song Zhicun's fate. The fates of the two people should not overlap at the two ends, but their fate is tricky.

Zhenshashui is made from the roots of precious trees. People in the world only know that this thing can prevent insects, but in their view, it is the most yin thing.When Zhang Chaoyuan brought the box that day, he could smell a strong smell of precious sand and water, so he probably used it a lot.

He has observed the burial place Song Zhicun found for himself. The environment seems simple, but every link in it tells him that the person lying in the tomb is premeditating a major event that violates the laws of nature. The next life will have the memory of Song Fu in the previous life.

Yiyang's back felt cool, Song Zhicun was really a scary person.

Tightening the Yin Zhen stone in his hand, he glanced around, and while there was no one around, he threw the thing over the sleeping hall.

In any case, we will meet each other by fate.

☆, this life

"I read the script yesterday, and I have a certain degree of confidence in the audition for the role I want to play." Xiaoan asked while driving the car.

Song Fu was too busy reading the history of the Jin Dynasty yesterday, and he hadn't had time to read the script carefully, let alone figure out the characters.

Song Fu made his debut three years ago and started acting. He is one of the n-line young actors in the entertainment industry, but compared to other n-line actors, he has a background, otherwise he would not have had the chance in this audition.

Song Fuzi had read the translation in his brother's office, and fell in love with Song Zhicun deeply. He was very moved, and there was deep yearning and affection between the lines in the translation.In the past three years, he has acted and watched many affectionate characters, but he has never cried so much for any character, maybe it is because of the true emotion, or maybe it is because the person he misses is Xiaofu, which gives him a sense of substitution.

For the past three years, he has been very dedicated to his work, but this time it happened to be his favorite drama, but he didn't familiarize himself with the script on the same day, swallowed it, and the atmosphere in the car became weird.

Xiao An exhaled from his nasal cavity, "Hmph, don't tell me you haven't read the script yet."

Song Fu glanced at the script a few times last night, but he really hasn't read much.

The car slowly drove into the garage, Song Fu's guilty voice was covered by the horn, he scratched his cheek and looked out the car window.

It was a very handsome man, Song Fu stared at him for a long time without blinking, watched him lock the car gracefully, unfastened the two openings on his chest, and carried him away.

There are two handsome men in Song Fu's family. He is still in the entertainment industry. He has never seen such a handsome guy, but for some reason, this one just now is very attractive, and he is fascinated by it.

Xiaoan: "What are you looking at, did you hear what I just said?"

Song Fu recovered and looked at Xiaoan, "What did you say?"

Xiao An sighed, "Why are you so dumb, I said go back and read the script carefully, and try to win the male lead role."

Song Fu hesitated and said, "But I don't think I can act like a prime minister, I'm afraid I'll ruin that role."

Song Fu watched the history of the Jin Dynasty all night yesterday. He liked Song Zhicun very much. The more he liked it, the more cautious he was. He didn't want to ruin this role.

Xiao An raised his eyebrows and said, "Most of the content of the script is from that translation. If you have read the translation, you already have an advantage over other actors. Don't be nervous, just try your best."

Song Fu said perfunctorily, "Let me think about it."

They lived on the 28th floor, and the elevator went up from floor to floor. Song Fu's heart skipped a few beats, and he didn't know what charm made him remember the person he had just met.

"I have an audition tomorrow, so go read the script, what do you want for dinner tonight?"

Song Fu shook his head, "It's all right, please."

"What's the trouble?"

"By the way, I read the script yesterday. If you really don't like the role of the hero, you can read the national teacher and the emperor, both of which are good."

Song Fu said solemnly: "I like Song Zhicun very much, but I'm afraid that he won't be ruined if he doesn't perform well."

Xiaoan was taken aback, and immediately replied, "It was my slip of the tongue, it was my slip of the tongue."

This script does not have Song Zhicun's emotional line, it only mentions that he has a deceased wife to explain the reason why he has been single, but there is no memory of Song Zhicun's wife in the script.

Because his wife was a man, there was no description, Song Fu curled his lips, obviously most of the content in that book was about his missing of his wife.

Song Fu's audition was at ten o'clock, and Xiaoan pulled him up early in the morning.

"Let's go quickly, go there in advance to familiarize yourself with the audition venue, so as not to affect your performance in time."

Song Fu swallowed the gruel in his mouth, nodded, and hurried out the door following Xiaoan.

It's April now, and Fuhua Market is still a bit cold. When I went out, I didn't feel it because I was in a hurry. When I got to the garage, Xiaoan was shaking all over.

"I'll go up and get you some clothes, you wait for me in the car first." Song Fu said, turned and went back upstairs.

Song Fu found her a coat that matched the coat she was wearing today.The weather was cold today, so he also found himself a scarf to cover half of his face, so he could go out without wearing sunglasses.

The elevator was very quiet early in the morning, Song Fu pressed the floor and stood in the corner waiting for the elevator to descend.

Although it was quiet, it was not without people. Song Fu leaned to the side after someone came in, trying to shrink himself as much as possible.

As the elevator went down, more and more people entered the elevator. Song Fu lifted the scarf and glanced at the number of the elevator.

It's him.

Song Fu's eyes instantly focused on the man who entered the elevator. The man changed into a sports outfit today, probably to exercise.

He is tall and his goals are big, and his back is very attractive.

"Huh."

Not knowing who sneezed, the man turned around and took a look.

Song Fu felt that he was glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and his whole heart was a little tense, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't know how to move his hands.

Song Shu felt that he was being stared at. If it was a normal look, he would not pay attention to it, but this gaze is very familiar, he must have felt it somewhere.

Turning his head, Song Shu glanced at the crowd behind him, and his eyes stopped on Song Fu.

☆, end

"Hey, Song Shu, do you have time tonight?"

Song Shu closed the document in hand, "Yes, where are you, I'll go find you later."

Song De: "I'm at the cafe near your house."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

After finishing the work at hand, Song Shu walked out of the office, and happened to run into the eldest grandson who came out with tea.

"Song Shu, let's drink together another day. I haven't had a drink with you for a long time."

Dasun has a good drinking capacity and loves to drink. Generally, no one would like to drink with him, but this year, Song Shu's drinking capacity has gradually increased, and he also likes to ask him to drink together. Get out and relax.

"Okay, let's talk about it later, I have to leave beforehand."

Da Sun: "Hey, remember to bring your stomach when the time comes."

There is a restaurant they often drink near Song Shujia, and it also has a fixed location.

"You are here, very fast, I thought you would arrive in a while."

Song Shu was stunned for a moment, now thinking about it, it was true before.

She smiled, "Because I'm not busy today."

"Is it still the same as before?" Song De tapped the handle of the cup.

Song Shu didn't speak, it was raining lightly outside the window, they were sitting by the window, there were a few pots of spider plants by the window, the rainwater hit the leaves and slid down.

Song De followed Song Shu's line of sight and smiled.

The most incredible things happened to his two brothers.

Today is the day Asahara left.

……

"Xiaofu, don't be sad. Didn't we also try out the role of Quan Imperial Physician? That role has a lot of contact with the male lead, and the role is equivalent to the second male lead."

Song Fu stirred the coffee in his cup depressedly, the producer's words echoed in his mind.

"You want to try the emperor's play, it must be possible."

"You're too short."

"It doesn't have the aura of an emperor either."

"I'm too short." Xiaofu looked at Xiao'an with displeasure in his eyes.

Xiaoan is a girl, with a net height of 1.7 meters. Xiaofu is just 1.7 meters tall when she wears small leather shoes. Xiaofu looks away, and Xiaoan looks away in embarrassment.

"Hey, it's raining, we didn't bring an umbrella, how can we go back later."

Xiao An tried to divert Xiao Fu's attention by pointing at the window, but Xiao Fu was unmoved.

"I know it's raining."

Xiaoan retracted her gaze, and was thinking about how to make Xiaofu interested in and love for the role of Imperial Physician Quan, when she caught a glimpse of the two handsome guys sitting in the far corner.

The two handsome guys can't actually see their faces, one's face is half blocked, and the other can only see his back, but based on her years of experience in the entertainment industry, the two are definitely not much different in appearance.

Xiao An's expression suddenly became obsessed, Xiao Fu was startled, and followed her gaze.

Isn't this figure from the back the one he saw in the parking lot?

Xiao Fu was a little inexplicably at a loss, and wanted to take a closer look, but he knew it was wrong, and he would become gay if he continued like this.

"Xiao'an, let's go back, I want to go back and get familiar with the script."

Xiaoan was distracted by Xiaofu's words, she left before seeing her face, not to mention it was raining outside.

"Hey, let's wait for the rain to stop before going back. You play with your phone for a while and read online comments."

How could Xiaofu be in the mood to play with his mobile phone, he couldn't control his eyes at all.

"There's a girl over there looking at you, do you really not consider starting over?" Song De glanced at the inside of the coffee shop and said.

Song Shu: "How do you know they're not looking at you?"

He took a sip of his cold coffee, "I don't have that heart right now."

'Ringtones'

Song Shu took out his mobile phone, and the caller ID was Xiang Si.

"Song Shu, what happened to the things you thought about before?"

Song Shu frowned in distress, "Mom, I've thought about it for a long time, so let's forget it."

Xiang Si on the opposite side paused for a moment, "If you think about it, you know how to fool your mother all day long."

Song Shu: "Mom, I'm sorry."

Xiang Si also couldn't bear Song Shu's behavior, "Forget it, I owed you in my previous life, and I will worry about you for the rest of my life. If you don't look for it, forget it. Anyway, you want someone by yourself. Go home and eat more. It's pitiful for a person to look at, and your dad and I miss you too."

Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, then I'll take a look in the next two days and come back when I have time."

"Hey, my aunt can't control you, so I won't worry about it, and my own daughter-in-law is also gone." Song De said that there was a dark color in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

After sitting for a while, Song Shu and Song De were about to leave.

The location of Song Fu and Xiao An happened to be where Song Shu and Song De were going to pass by. Seeing Song Shu walking towards him, Song Fu's heart skipped a beat.

His eyes were red from the burning face.

"Xiao'an, I'm going to make a phone call."

Xiaoan couldn't care about Song Fu at the moment, her eyes were fixed on the two shining handsome guys one behind the other.

"I'm the agent of xx Film and Television. I think you have good conditions. Would you like to join me in the entertainment industry?"

In fact, Xiaoan just wanted to make an excuse to strike up a conversation. Song Shu and Song De should also live in this community, and they should be quite young. It seems that they will enter the entertainment circle.

Song Fu hid in the corner and watched this scene, feeling a little strange in his heart.

When Song Shu and Song De went out, Song Fu poked his head.

"Xiaofu, this is the umbrella I borrowed from those two handsome guys. We can save ourselves from the rain."

Xiaoan excitedly showed Song Fu the umbrella she borrowed from Song Shu.

He took a deep look, and said with all his heart: "Do you like him?"

Xiaoan put down the umbrella in his hand, and smiled charmingly at Song Fu, "Why are you jealous, well, I just like to see how good I am, it's not like you don't know me, don't worry, you will always be in my heart Zhenggong."

Song Fu pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Let's go back."

There are many roles in Quan Taiyi, but most of them revolve around the male protagonist. The most common sentence he said is: Prime Minister Jin, take care of your health.

His most scenes were concentrated on the night before Prime Minister Song's death, and he kindly advised Prime Minister Song to pay attention to his health.

Song Fu was deeply touched by the sight, if possible, he would really like to meet this person.

Song Fuji's lines skills are not bad, but this time it is faster than before. Even after reading the script, he has a feeling of oneness with the whole imperial physician.

"Xiaofu, there is a garden under here, do you want to go down and get some air?" Xiaoan looked worried at Song Fu who was sitting by the window and squinting his eyes. He suffered a blow in the audition today, and he was sluggish throughout the day.

Song Fu opened his eyes slightly. At this time, the sky was already dark, and there were stars outside the window. Obviously there was still Xiaoan here at home, but it made him feel an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

Putting away the script in his hand, Song Fu stood up.

At this time, many families were eating, and there were few people around the garden, so Song Fu found a place where no one was around and walked over.

This place is very secluded, with the lake on the left hand side, leaning against the fence, and the bushes blocking it on the other side, which is exactly what Song Fu wanted.

Squinting his eyes, he let the cold wind blow his head.

Song De left after the meal. After washing the dishes, Song Shu was a little dazed at the huge space. He bought such a big house because he thought he would marry a wife and live with his family in the future. Now it seems that he bought a big house.

Sighing, Song Shu glanced at the living room.

Under the cabinet in the living room is still the introduction when he bought the house. He liked the garden design of the apartment very much when he saw the house. At that time, he thought that he could go to the garden with his wife in the future.

At this time, there were some people in the garden one after another, most of them were children laughing, Song Shu felt that he was quite out of place.

Finding a place where no one was around, Song Shu sat down and let the air blow.

Ever since he knew that the book that came out of the ancient tomb in Jiucun was going to be made into a TV series, he has been paying attention to it. Over the past year, he has asked relevant personnel about the contents of the book, and copied the contents of the book to find someone Tried, but to no avail.

Pulling out the phone, Song Shu found the source of the news, and at noon the actors who participated in the show were exposed, and Song Shu clicked in.

"Haha, it's not true, you are good or bad, so say people."

"You evil little thing, you know how to buy and buy all day long, and you ruined my wallet."

"Hmph, can't you?"

Just as he was watching the actors who played the role of the emperor and the national teacher, Song Shu heard two young couples flirting and flirting towards this side.

There was no one around him, and the young couple was about to come here, Song Shu stood up to make room for them.

At this time, there were people in many places here. Song Shu took a fancy to a corner and walked over. There were no street lights here, and the whole place was covered by trees and it was very dark.

Song Shu walked over with his mobile phone.

'Pa' didn't think there would be an obstacle here, Song Shu was tripped, but fortunately he walked slowly, staggered and stabilized his body.

Song Shu took a photo with his mobile phone. It was a pair of boy's feet, wearing sneakers. His feet were small and looked very delicate and cute.

Song Shu was about to put away the phone, the boy might have been disturbed by him so much that he groaned, Song Shu subconsciously looked at the boy's face.

The boy looked very small, his chin was covered by a scarf, and his exposed face was flushed red.He will never forget his appearance.

'Snapped'

Song Shu trembled all over, and the phone fell to the ground because he didn't hold it tightly.

He felt his heartbeat stop for a moment, and then beat violently.

Trembling, he approached Song Fu's cheeks, carefully lifted the scarf covering his chin, and felt the warm touch everywhere he touched his hands.

Song Shu clenched his hands tightly until his knuckles turned white, his mouth was sour, and he couldn't close his mouth when he opened it.

You came to me.

Song Fu was awakened by Song Shu's trembling hand on his face, he felt something shaking on his face in a daze, and he was startled when he opened his eyes.

The space here is so small that what Song Fu smells now is the scent of the other party.

"Who are you,"

Could it be that he was recognized by fans?

Song Shu swallowed, his voice trembling.

Before Xiaofu could suspect, he was hugged into a strange and warm embrace.

"What's your name and where are you from?"

It may be that Song Shu's voice did not reveal the aura that made Song Fu feel dangerous. Song Fu let out a breath, and he raised his hand to push Song Shu, thinking