After being dedicated to the villain

Song Sijin was pulled into the front hall by Master Song, and when he walked in, he could smell the aroma of hot food.

Duan Lingyao was not at all embarrassed to sit in the main seat. Song Sijin was pressed by Master Song and sat next to him. Because there were only a few people and the table was not big, just looking at this picture, one might really think that the people sitting on the table were intimate. The seamless family.

And the owner of the piano sound is sitting on the futon behind the beaded curtain in the hall, wearing a white jade hairpin, holding the Yaoqin and playing slowly, not looking up when someone comes, very elegant and beautiful.

Master Song eagerly and concernedly asked about Song Sijin's recent life. Song Sijin took a sneak peek at Duan Lingyao, not daring to tell the truth, and could only say, "Everything is fine."

After asking Song Sijin, Master Song said to the young man again: "Last time, my nephew was tired from traveling, and I didn't have time to talk to my nephew. This time, I should have a few drinks."

Duan Lingyao's attitude was good, and he didn't mention Song Sijin's identity at all: "Uncle Song is too polite."

"Where there is such an outstanding talent like my nephew, I really wish I could have a few more in my family."

Song Sijin, who was eating sullenly, shook his chopsticks, and the meat fell on the table.His blood father really dared to say anything.

What's even more outrageous is that Duan Lingyao is not guilty at all of being so flattered.

Seeing Song Sijin's chopsticks falling off, Master Song said dissatisfiedly, "How clumsy."

I don't know if it's because all parents like to scold their children who make them lose face in front of outsiders. Anyway, Master Song is like this. He scolded Song Sijin a few words, and then expressed his position to Duan Lingyao: "My son has been a child since he was a child. It's not worrying, although people are honest and obedient, but their brains are a bit stupid, nephew Lao Xian has been bothering during this time."

Duan Lingyao said slowly: "Is there? I don't think it's too much trouble."

"Hahaha, my nephew is still magnanimous." Master Song turned his head and patted Song Sijin, "Thank you, young master."

Song Sijin grabbed the chopsticks and said in a low voice, "Thank you, little eunuch."

Master Song said in dissatisfaction: "Are you imitating mosquitoes? Speak louder!"

The two chopsticks were clenched tighter and tighter, and Song Sijin was about to raise his voice when he heard Duan Lingyao say, "Uncle Song is a good teacher, reminds me of my father, he rarely praises others and often scolds me, Very serious on weekdays."

Not caring about training Song Sijin, Master Song said with an exaggerated expression: "How could this be? My nephew is so talented and handsome, and he is very promising at first glance. I can't praise it enough if I were an old man. In fact, the old man usually I am also reluctant to teach my children a lesson, saying a few words and hitting a few words, it hurts my body and hurts my heart."

Duan Lingyao's eyes were bent into crescents, and he replied with a smile: "If only my father was as approachable as my uncle."

Mr. Song is very happy, and the young man is not so difficult to get along with now: "My father is brave and majestic, so he is naturally different from ordinary people."

"Uncle Song can really talk, haha." Duan Lingyao said, "If it wasn't for being too old, I would have married my uncle directly."

The air was silent for a moment.

Master Song's face began to turn green.

Lan Chi's qin sound fluttered, and Song Sijin looked at his nose, nose, nose, and heart, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

After a while, Master Song laughed dryly: "Nephew really knows how to joke, I am not good enough for nephew at my age."

Duan Lingyao said caringly: "Where is it? Although uncle is not worthy of the position of wife, it is still possible to be a concubine."

Master Song's face not only turned green, but also began to change from red to white.

At that moment, everyone present remembered the rumor about the white-haired grandfather.

Although Master Song is a bit older, at least his hair is still black.

Song Sijin sat up straight unconsciously, his eyes became brighter and brighter, which was the light of hope for liberation.That's right, anyway, it's a marriage contract with the Song family, and it's the same with Master Song. He wants to pave the way for Soong Siyu so much, maybe he really doesn't mind dedicating himself.

Is not it good?

That's great!

Song Sijin suppressed the curve of the corner of his mouth that could not help but rack his brains trying to match him up: "I heard that older people hurt people."

Master Song: "..."

Duan Lingyao: "Huh? Really?"

Song Sijin nodded vigorously, very forcefully: "Yeah!"

Duan Lingyao: "But I'm joking, hahaha, don't you take it seriously?"

I have to admit that Song Sijin was extremely disappointed at this moment: "That's it."

Contrary to him, Master Song felt that he was alive again, and he gave two dry laughs very cooperatively.

Duan Lingyao suddenly picked up a shrimp and gently put it in Song Sijin's bowl: "I heard that old people will hurt people, Song Er Ge, please don't lie to me."

Song Sijin was dying: "Actually, Mr. Lan Chi is also older than me."

Duan Lingyao knew why and asked: "Second Brother Song is jealous? Or do you want Mr. Lan Chi to love you too?"

Song Sijin was silent for a moment, and reached out to fetch a plump crab. Golden autumn and October are good seasons for eating crabs. He really couldn't deal with these problems, so he might as well shut up.

"I'll grill crabs for you." Song Sijin said, "Crabs are delicious, eat more."

……

It is clearly the Befu of the Song family, but Master Song, the master, cannot stay here overnight.

As a son, Song Sijin needs to see Master Song off when he is saying goodbye, and he can't send him too far, at most to the door, and he can't go outside.

Master Song held his wrist tightly, his voice was lowered, and he hated iron for not being strong: "What have you been doing recently? You don't know how to work hard after being climbed on your head."

Song Sijin: "Huh?"

"That luthier, huh! To put it bluntly, it's just a ploy. I heard that the young master brought him back and favored him every day, but what about you? Why don't you worry about being a father? That's all, you are timid and weak. I don't care about you anymore, from now on, you have to find a way to suppress this person!"

The night was like an undercurrent, hiding too many thoughts, Song Sijin didn't want to look at Master Song, he knew that he would not beat himself here, he would not bring danger.

But he just doesn't want to look at him.

He was afraid that if he saw his eyes, he would not be able to hide his disgust.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Use your own brain. I asked someone to teach you before, but now I have forgotten it? If you can't do it yourself, don't blame me for asking others to help you."

Song Sijin almost pinched his palm, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Did you use the medicine like last time?"

Unexpectedly, after listening to Master Song, he seemed to have no idea what he was talking about: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I thought you knew what Sanxi did, he..."

"I told him to watch you, but it's not time to use tricks, maybe he's making his own decisions." Master Song became impatient, "Come on, don't talk about it, don't think that I don't know anything because I'm not in the mansion. , if you don't work harder, being a father will not guarantee that your aunt can enjoy her old age in Zhuangzi."

Saying goodbye to Master Song, Song Sijin walked back by himself, relieved himself while walking, and sat on the railing of the corridor in a daze.

Red lanterns, green climbing vines, a sky full of stars, and swaying bamboo shadows.

The cool wind blew through the palm-like creeper leaves, and the narrow and elegant bamboo leaves, making the comfortable Song Sijin drowsy.

It would be great if time could stay in this moment, without thinking about anything, without doing anything.

……

Master Song came here this time mainly because he heard that Duan Lingyao had accepted a new favorite into the mansion and felt a sense of crisis.

He beat Song Sijin a bit, and suspected that he was not honest enough, so he gave Da Zhuang an order to supervise Song Sijin day and night.

Da Zhuang started urging him even before he had finished a stable day, not only urging him, but also following him all the time, not even being lazy.

Song Sijin had no choice but to be more serious.

Gathering up enough courage, he took the initiative to find Duan Lingyao, and kept silently chanting in front of the door: He's not that scary, he's not that scary, he's not that scary...

Duan Lingyao suddenly appeared: "Second Brother Song is here to be the door god?"

Song Sijin's legs softened, and he almost didn't kneel down. He supported the wall and took a deep breath, smiling a little: "Come and see you."

"Really?" Duan Lingyao said eccentrically, "I won't come if I don't invite, I almost thought that Song Ergege's most admired me was a lie."

Song Sijin bristled nervously: "No, no, I'm just worried about disturbing you."

"I eat, drink and have fun every day, what's there to disturb?"

Song Sijin had a flash of inspiration and said, "I'm worried about disturbing your listening to the piano."

Duan Lingyao's expression was a bit strange: "Do you want to say that you are jealous, or do you really think so?"

At the critical moment, Song Sijin was smart again, and thanked Duan Lingyao for being considerate in stating all the options, so that he could still understand it when he knew it. Song Sijin nodded movedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I am jealous, and I am jealous. come over."

That way you won't be suspicious of your love.

As a result, Duan Lingyao's face became more and more weird, and he gave him a hard look: "You are really smart."

Song Sijin: "..."

Duan Lingyao strode forward, seemingly not very happy, Song Sijin was afraid that he would settle accounts with him, so he hurriedly made amends in a low voice behind him: "Are you afraid of disturbing you?"

Duan Lingyao snorted and didn't say if it's okay, but he looked dissatisfied.

Song Sijin had no choice but to follow behind him step by step, planning to use today's time to restore his impression points, at least not to make him angry with him.

But when it comes to redemption, Song Sijin really doesn't have any good ideas, and it would be embarrassing enough for him to take the initiative.

He didn't hit me, at least not now... Song Sijin silently recited it a few times to cheer himself up.

Seeing that Duan Lingyao was about to go out, and it was hot and windless today, Song Sijin fanned him flatteringly.

Walking through the long street, he saw a seller of well-watered watermelons. Song Sijin jumped out of the car and spent all the copper coins in his purse to buy one.The stall owner asked the stall owner to cut the watermelon into two halves. One half was given to Xin Yi and the others who were driving outside, and the other half was shared between the two people in the car. Song Sijin dug out the most crisp, juicy and sweet piece in the center with a spoon and gave it to Duan Lingyao to eat.

"There are still watermelons at this time of year, but they haven't been as sweet as the last two months." Duan Lingyao felt better after eating something delicious.

Song Sijin swallowed: "Changxi city also has a lot of hot fruits, but this should be the last batch, and it should be gone in a few days."

A large watermelon, even half of it, is too much for one person to finish. Duan Lingyao planned to take a few mouthfuls to relieve the fever and then stop eating, but Song Sijin kept looking at it eagerly, and Duan Lingyao couldn't help teasing him.

"Brother Song, why are you looking at me like that? Is it because I look good when I eat? I know you like me, but you'll be embarrassed if you keep looking at me like this!"

Song Sijin: "Huh? Oh, yes...then I won't watch it."

He reluctantly turned his gaze away, not ashamed to say that he also wanted to eat cold watermelon, after all, he bought it for Duan Lingyao, and he didn't know how much he could eat.

But I couldn't control it. The carriage was filled with the fresh and pleasant smell of watermelon. One could imagine how cool it would be in the mouth after smelling it.

Duan Lingyao leaned over with the watermelon in his hands, his lips stained with juice were so bright, he said with a playful smile, "Second Brother Song, why do you like him so much? You always peek at them even if you don't look at them."

Song Sijin closed his eyes at once, rolled his Adam's apple up and down, and said obediently, "I really don't want to watch it this time."

Duan Lingyao took another spoonful of watermelon, and the crisp voice rang in Song Sijin's ears: "But since you are so sincere, you are fan and you are buying watermelon, I'll let you see it."

Song Sijin: "Nothing, nothing." The more he looked at it, the more greedy he became.

"why?"

"Because I... I like you so much and I'm shy!" Tulu came out in a bang.

Duan Lingyao couldn't help but get closer, and the seductive taste of watermelon became stronger and stronger: "I like it that much? Just right, I also like Brother Song Er, how about I let you kiss me to save you from being greedy all the time?"

Song Sijin opened his eyes at once, and said incoherently: "This is really unnecessary, no, you are very kind, but I, I am afraid that you will not be abrupt, that is, there is no need..."

"How could it be?" Duan Lingyao said coquettishly, pinching his throat, "Lang Youqing is interested, so it's justified not to kiss him? Or, second brother Song's sweet words are all deceiving people——"

Song Sijin: "..."

Duan Lingyao: "Hee hee, is that right?"

He smiled so happily, with a bit of teasing intentions, Song Sijin blushed more and more, and was forced to not know how to answer for a while.

Can this kind of thing be joked?Or it really doesn't matter to someone like Duan Lingyao... I don't care either.

Manly man, a kiss won't hurt you!

Thinking of Master Song's persecution, a burst of anger crept up, Song Sijin's heart turned, and he leaned forward and kissed Duan Lingyao's face.

Duan Lingyao's sweet and funny voice came to an abrupt end.

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-1217:39:23-2022-07-1317:55:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: holowin1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!