After being dedicated to the villain

Song Sijin wanted to carve a small wooden figure for Duan Lingyao. He originally planned to find a piece of complete and usable wood as before, but after Da Zhuang knew about it, he specially applied for funds from Master Song and bought a piece of high-quality small-leaf rosewood.

Song Sijin's head turned sharp, and he asked Da Zhuang to buy him a good set of carving knives. The moment he got the carving knife, he was so happy that he even smiled happily at Da Zhuang. .

For the next three or four days, he stayed in his own room and made woodcarvings. His skills were really not exquisite. Carving these things before was just too boring to play with himself—he liked to play with others, but he was very tired when he was young. Few people are willing to have fun with him.

Song Sijin also liked beautiful stones, and felt that the duck-like stone was too lonely, so he picked up a piece of wood and roughly and clumsily carved it into another duck.

After that, he started to carve more wood, and gradually he got a good shape. He asked someone to sell it in the town, and in exchange for two copper coins, he could buy a whole piece of crispy sesame seed cake.

But he rarely carves people, and there are too few good friends with him, so he doesn't want to carve people he hates.

As for myself, I never thought about it.

Song Sijin put a polished bronze mirror in front of him, stared at himself for a long time, touched his browbones and bridge of nose, and observed his appearance with such a serious attitude for the first time.

It seems to be a bit easy to bully... Song Sijin recalled Duan Lingyao's appearance, and tried his best to express a fierce and arrogant expression.

"It's so strange." It was so strange, the raised eyebrows and raised chin fell back again, and Song Sijin's meek and gentle appearance returned.

……

The little wooden man gave Song Sijin a logical reason to stay in the nest and see no one. He said that he wanted to study it seriously, and Duan Lingyao had no objections.

But Song Sijin was timid and didn't dare to really procrastinate, and he was really serious about carving the little wooden figure.

Because it was for Duan Lingyao, he was the one who carved it, and the wood was also good wood. It felt strange but he had to carve it better. Song Sijin worked hard day and night, and finally succeeded in carving it.

A good carving knife is different, Song Sijin is very satisfied.

When the little wooden figure was sent over, Duan Lingyao kindly asked Song Sijin to have a meal. He looked very satisfied, and Song Sijin was relieved, but when he thought about the purpose of this little wooden figure, he felt a little bit stuck.

However, after completing the task, he could sleep in comfortably, but Song Sijin was woken up early the next morning.

That's right, again.

Ever since Mr. Lan Chi lived in Cangcui Courtyard, almost every day before dawn, Song Sijin would be woken up by the melodious sound of the piano.

Lan Chi woke up too early, no matter how sweet the sound of the piano is, it will become unbearable if it is called too early.

Song Sijin washed his face listlessly, and decided to ask Mr. Lanchi not to work so hard.

"Mr. Lanchi, have you eaten yet?" Song Sijin sat across from him and tried to say politely, "I haven't eaten yet because I got up too early and have no appetite."

Lan Chi: "Oh."

Song Sijin: "Mr. Lan Chi, can you practice the piano a little later?"

Lan Chi glanced over coldly: "You want me to be as lazy as you?"

Song Sijin stood up lightly: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

He was lost, and he decided to go out and find another place to live.

Song Sijin turned to leave, but Lan Chi suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I've been restless these days, so I woke up early."

Oh, it turns out there is a reason!Song Sijin decided to be considerate of him: "What's wrong?"

Lan Chi said: "Since I entered the mansion, my little father-in-law invited me to play the piano every day, but he never went any further."

Song Sijin comforted, "Maybe he cherishes you."

Only a fool would believe this, Lan Chi gritted his teeth and asked, "Can you help me?"

Song Sijin: "?"

Lan Chi said: "Anyway, you don't like him, why don't you help me win favor, maybe you can escape."

Song Sijin was taken aback, and looked back nervously at the courtyard door. He stretched out his finger to his lips: "Shh, keep your voice down, you can't say such things, the little father-in-law will be angry if he finds out."

There was a little more smile in Lan Chi's eyes: "In other words, I guessed it right."

Song Sijin was stunned.

The luthier in white was very personable. While playing the piano, he used the sound of the piano to cover up the conversation between the two: "Mr. Song, this matter is mutually beneficial. Helping me is helping yourself. You should think about it carefully."

The morning light was getting brighter, and Song Sijin heard the sound of Da Zhuang and Qin Tong getting up in the ear room.

According to what Lan Chi said, this is naturally very good, but... Song Sijin said in a low voice: "My father wants me to marry the young father-in-law, but he uses my mother to force me, so I must be obedient."

Lan Chi smiled slightly, and said earnestly and kindly: "Even if you want to stay here, at least I'm here, so you can relax."

What he said made sense, and Song Sijin was quickly persuaded: "Okay, I will help you."

But when it came to how to help, Song Sijin opened a pair of confused eyes and couldn't think of an idea at all.

Lan Chi asked him to talk about Duan Lingyao's preferences, and Song Sijin told the truth in pain. After speaking, Lan Chi's piano sound was very rapid for a while, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

Song Sijin felt a little guilty: "Forget it, it's too dangerous."

"You don't have to think that way, I said I like him." Lan Chi rubbed the center of his brows, with a calm expression, "I must win his favor, and no matter what happens, I will be willing, and you don't have to feel half guilty."

Speaking of this, Song Sijin didn't ask any more questions, but he couldn't think of any good ideas.

In the end, Lan Chi decided to seduce him directly. He asked Song Sijin to help him prepare some new clothes. In Biefu, Song Sijin was the master. Duan Lingyao's attendants were polite to him, but they were not so easy to talk to Lan Chi.

What Lan Chi wanted, he couldn't invite others, so he could only find a way by himself.

Coincidentally, the cool clothes that Sanxi had prepared for Song Sijin earlier were stuffed in the corner of the closet and Song Sijin gave them all to Lan Chi.

The two are similar in stature and fit well.

Different from his previous fairy-like style, these clothes are either fresh yellow-green, or gaudy red-pink. They look good on them, but they are inexplicably strange.

Lan Chi frowned and looked at himself in the mirror, wanting to tear off his clothes.

Song Sijin held the mirror for him, his eyes sparkled: "You are so pretty."

So Lan Chi raised his hand and put it down again, hooking the corners of his lips, obviously a little happy, but said in disgust: "Just don't buy clothes by yourself in the future with your eyes."

Song Sijin smiled sheepishly, but didn't say that he didn't buy these clothes.

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Dusk was approaching, and it was time for Lan Chi to play the piano for Duan Lingyao as usual.

After changing his clothes, Lan Chi walked out with Qin in his arms, and Song Sijin worriedly saw him off for a while.

Before entering Qixia courtyard, Lan Chi's face became paler and paler. He turned his head and forced a smile to Song Sijin: "If something happens to me, please ask Mr. Song to take care of Xiaohe."

Xiaohe is his piano boy. He is 12 years old and still a child.

It turned out that Lan Chi was not as bold as he had shown before, Song Sijin nodded: "I will."

After Lan Chi walked in, Song Sijin was really worried, so he kept wandering outside the yard.

Don’t worry—Song Sijin sat outside and prayed silently. Because of reincarnation, he believed in the existence of ghosts and gods in the world, but because there are so many miserable people in the world, there are no ghosts and gods to help him, so he thinks ghosts and gods should not care about ordinary people... ...But I still pray to the ghosts and gods who can remember their names.

Song Sijin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound of the zither coming from inside. He squatted in the corner, plucked two orchid leaves, and weaved small lanterns for himself.

When the lantern was almost finished, footsteps came from behind, and a shadow shrouded in front.

"Master Song, why are you here?"

It turned out to be Zhao Xiaozhi, Song Sijin was a little surprised: "I'm waiting for someone."

"Who?"

"Master Lanchi."

Zhao Xiaozhi understood it, and defended him against the injustice: "It's too much to flirt with people in front of you while you're under a marriage contract."

Song Sijin wished that Duan Lingyao could devote himself to other people's hookups and completely forget about himself, even if his conscience was a little bit offended, Master Song and Da Zhuang would not allow it.

"Nothing, I don't mind."

After a few words of politeness, the two had nothing to say, because some words were embarrassing to say, and some words already knew the answer and there was nothing to say.

The sound of the piano in the courtyard suddenly stopped, and Song Sijin was shocked.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Xiaozhi walked with him behind the flower window and peeked in quietly.Glancing over, Song Sijin looked away in embarrassment, ready to walk back on tiptoe.

Just now, he saw Lan Chi sitting in front of Duan Lingyao in front of the window of the main room, holding a glass of wine and handing it to him meekly.Song Sijin thought of Lan Chi's plan, it seemed that he was going well, and he felt that the next picture might not be suitable for him to watch, so he prepared to go back.

As a result, within a few steps, there was a clear sound of the porcelain cup breaking inside, accompanied by a crisp sound, as if something really happened.

Song Sijin was so startled that he hurried back to take a peek, and happened to see Duan Lingyao's men dragging Lan Chi out of the main room and pushing him to the ground.

It's rare for a cool violinist in a fine attire to be so belittled, and anyone who sees him will be angry for him, not to mention that Xin Yi threw his violin out together the next moment.

Originally fell to the ground, covering his face and clenching his fists in shame, Lan Chi suddenly got up and rushed forward, and fell again in order to catch the piano, and the beautiful but fragile clothes were immediately wiped out.

How could something so good suddenly become like this?Thinking that he hadn't reported in front of Duan Lingyao today, Song Sijin hurried in. Xin Yi, who was guarding the yard, came up to him when he saw him. Song Sijin was afraid that he would stop him and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Lan Chi?"

"Second Young Master Song is here, please come in, as for this one, it doesn't matter."

Xin Yi smiled and led Song Sijin forward. When passing by Lanchi, Song Sijin couldn't hold back and bent down to pull him up.

Lan Chi hugged Qin and lowered his head, turned to avoid him.

Duan Lingyao walked out from the door, and hugged Song Sijin's arm in three steps at a time and said, "Brother Jin, why are you here now!"

Song Sijin raised and lowered his hands, not daring to break away from Duan Lingyao, and said in a soft voice, "Well, I...I heard voices inside, what's wrong?"

Duan Lingyao raised his own right hand, half coquettish and half complaining: "Just as I was about to say, look at my hand, it's all red!"

Song Sijin/Lan Chi: "..."

The author says:

Friends, I really want to speed up to the third paragraph of the copy... smoke.

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