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Song Jing couldn't laugh or cry when he said that he was under the fence. He put down the chopped ginger and immediately expressed his attitude;

"You can't say that. You are living in your own house. I will live wherever you want me to live. You are not allowed to say anything."

Qin Mo didn't answer, but his face was not ugly, and Song Jing planted a lot of bamboo fungus;

"This is the most delicious after soaking in the soup. You can eat more. Today, the chicken was bought yesterday and frozen overnight. I will ask someone to buy a freshly killed chicken next time you want to drink chicken soup." , that kind of taste is fresh."

Qin Mo lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of soup;

"You can eat."

Although this was not a familiar home, it was much more comfortable than the hospital. Qin Mo felt better after a night's sleep, and he really ate some in the evening to save face.

There is no aunt at home, so Song Jing's job of cleaning up the dishes is naturally;

"I'll clean up, soon, if you're not tired, you can take a walk, be careful where you step."

It was dark early in winter, and it was already dark outside after seven o'clock. Qin Mo walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. From here, he could see the plum trees by the lake reflected on the water surface. It was as beautiful as a painting.

Song Jing packed up the dishes and came over to see the man standing by the window, except for his stomach and body, there were even some fractals. The lights in the living room were not turned on, only the lights in the garden outside were dimly lit. Hitting that person's face, it was half-light and half-dark, adding a bit of desolation and loneliness for no reason.

He remembered what Qin Mo said before he went to bed, and the sourness in his heart rose like a vine. He understood Qin Mo's attitude towards him in those three years, but now everything is revealed, and all misunderstandings have been spread out in the world. in front of you.

He recognized his own heart, he wanted to be with Qin Mo for a long time, but in the eyes of that person, what did he do now?Treat him well because of the child?Or can't hide a little guilt in my heart?

When Song Jing came back to her senses, there was actually snowflakes floating outside, although it was very small, it was indeed snowing;

"It's snowing, this is the second snow this year, right? The one that fell a while ago was not big, and it melted when it hit the ground. Are you tired? Go sit for a while? I'll make some fruit tea."

Song Jing leaned forward to reach his waist, and gently rubbed him.

Qin Mo stepped into the small garden and leaned on the reclining chair on one side, looking a little lazy. The temperature in the glass room dropped a lot at night;

"Go get a blanket."

"Yes."

Song Jing immediately went back to the house and took out a woolen blanket, covering him from chest to ankle;

"Is it cold under your feet? Shall I get you a warm pad to warm your feet?"

Qin Mo leaned on the armrest with one hand while looking at the snowflakes outside;

"No, you bought that one? Can it be used?"

Song Jing turned around and saw that he was pointing to a small stove, and his eyes lit up immediately;

"I really didn't buy it. This was drawn by the designer who designed this small garden. This clay stove was specially found to be fired according to his drawing. It was summer when the house was renovated, and it was too hot to make this. I haven’t used it yet, yes, it’s just right to use this today, wait until I find carbon.”

Song Jing remembered that a box of charcoal was put in at the beginning, he got up and searched from cabinet to cabinet, talking non-stop while looking for his mouth;

"At the beginning, the designer's description was very good. I thought it was troublesome to make tea in rainy days and wine in snowy days, but I kept it because of his words. It's really suitable for this snowy day today. "

Qin Mo leaned on the recliner and watched him jump up and down looking for carbon;

"Is that the box?"

Song Jing opened a box, really, he lit the alcohol fire starter inside the box to start a fire, but the carbon spread on the alcohol block gave out thick smoke, and Qin Mo was choked. After a while, he turned his head and coughed out, his throat was very itchy, he couldn't stop coughing, his heart was a little flustered by the cough, he raised his hand to hold his heart;

"Get out, get out..."

Song Jing hurriedly took out the smoking charcoal with a pottery basin, and immediately turned back without caring about the charcoal. Qin Mo coughed sideways and his body was trembling. He hurried over to support his body, and put The man gently picked up some, patted the back lightly, and couldn't hide the worry in his eyes;

"How is it? Does your heart feel uncomfortable?"

Qin Mo barely suppressed the cough and was a little bit exhausted, but his eyes were fixed on Song Jing like a lentil;

"Do you think I have a long life?"

Song Jing felt a little wronged, probably because of her pregnancy, Qin Mo's body temperature, which had been low before, was a little higher, but now he was warm in his arms, and he couldn't help shaking;

"I haven't. The carbon is probably a little damp. Is it better?"

Before Song Jing could feel the feeling of hugging someone well, Qin Mo raised his hand and pushed him away;

"Stay away from me with the smell of cigarettes."

Song Jing...was despised;

"Then I'll go outside and light it, then put it in the stove."

For the next half an hour, Qin Mo lay in the soft leaning with one hand on his forehead in the glass room. It is picturesque.

And outside... a person is carrying an umbrella, holding a fan and constantly fanning the carbon. The carbon has been stored for a long time, and it is indeed a little damp. In addition, the temperature outside is low and it is snowing. The difficulty immediately becomes geometric multiples. rise.

Qin Mo's gaze slowly shifted from the downstairs scene to the figure outside who was lighting the fire. Song Jing's side was mixed with smoke and blown up ashes. Qin Mo looked so embarrassed that he was really rare. , he himself didn't notice that there was a smile in his eyes.

Finally, the charcoal flames tended to rise. Song Jing let out a sigh of relief and subconsciously looked at the people in the room. Their eyes met. Qin Mo couldn't help but smile when he saw the black ash under Song Jing's nose.

In the past few months, Song Jing hadn't seen Qin Mo's sincere and relaxed smile a few times, and he felt that everything was worthwhile with just this smile.

He went back with his gloves holding the pottery pot, which was already burning charcoal, and he moved the stove to Qin Mo's legs, so that he could still keep warm;

"How is it? What kind of tea do you want to drink? I'll make it for you."

Qin Mo leaned on the armrest and sat up, with a rare teasing smile on his face, he raised his finger and touched Song Jing's nose, this sudden movement made Song Jing freeze, Qin Mo touched him Oh, touched his nose?His nose was a little itchy, and even his heart was a little itchy. Just as he was about to take advantage of the good atmosphere to say something, Qin Mo glanced at the black ash on his fingers with distaste;

"Isn't it just to raise carbon, how to do it is the same as digging out a coal kiln, wash it clean and then come out."

Very good, one sentence completely shattered the gentle and gentle atmosphere that Song Jing thought.

Perhaps that person disliked him even more when he got up and was about to wash his face, but he didn't want Qin Mo to lift the blanket on his body and stand up while holding onto the armrests;

"What's wrong? Why go?"

Qin Mo got up, straightened his clothes and made a sound;

"Where's the tea?"

Song Jing turned around, and saw Qin Mo's face was full of interest, and his mood seemed to be much better than before;

"Green tea is in the refrigerator, white tea, and Pu'er are all in the cabinet in the living room. I don't know much about tea. You can pick and choose if you like it."

Qin Mo's pace was not fast, he went to the cabinet and took a look;

"There really isn't much tea with too much taste."

Song Jing... he is helpless and a little funny, this person is sometimes childish and cute;

"Naturally, it's not as good as Boss Qin's taste. I'll ask the driver to bring you what kind of tea you want at home tomorrow. The tea here is really nothing, but the wine here is all good wine. It's rare to start a fire today. If you don't warm up a bar, you won't be able to drink, and I'll have a little fun."

Qin Mo turned his head and saw that the people around him looked like cats greedy for canned meat, looking at him with sparkling eyes, full of anticipation, he was so old, he would not stop him if he wanted to drink;

"Clean your face and take it yourself."

His tone was so natural that he completely forgot that two hours ago he was still talking about his being under the fence.

Song Jing changed her clothes, and she thoughtfully wore home clothes of the same style as Qin Mo but slightly lighter in color. It looked like couple clothes. Qin Mo chose a raw pu, and the charcoal fire in the pottery stove was crackling. Then, the tea boiled, and the aroma wafted into the whole room, refreshing. Qin Mo put a wet towel on the handle and picked up the handle of the small pot. The golden tea soup fell into the white porcelain cup, shining brightly.

Song Jing was sitting in a chair beside her, raised her hand to take a cup of tea made by Qin Mo herself, and peeked at the people around her. Qin Mo wore loose, dark blue lapel-collared silk pajamas at home when the child grew up. Sitting with the blanket wrapped around him, he couldn't see anything unusual about his body. Instead, his fair neck and shoulders hanging at right angles made him look calm and handsome, which was far from the paranoid look he had in his previous impressions. Perhaps this is the reason. The appearance of Qin Mo himself.

He could see that Qin Mo was very relaxed at the moment, maybe he really borrowed the light of the snow and carbon, the warm room was burning with a charcoal fire, boiling hot tea soup on the charcoal fire, holding the teacup in his hand in the dim yellow Watching snowflakes dancing quietly under the light is a romantic thing no matter what time it is.

Qin Mo glanced at the wine that had already been brought over. He raised his hand and took the teapot away with distaste, and lifted his chin slightly. Song Jing immediately warmed up his wine, and the aroma of the wine in the room immediately overwhelmed him. The fragrance of tea, Qin Mo half leaned on the reclining chair, his knuckle fingers played with the teacup in his hand, raised his eyes and made a sound;

"White?"

"Of course, you don't have to drink something white after drinking it once, do you know? When I was young, the scene I envied the most when watching Water Margin was when a big man entered the store with a knife in a snowy night, and yelled at the store to give me two taels of beef. I have been envious of the scene of drinking with beef for a long time, and today there is almost no beef."

Qin Mo's eyes wandered over him, and he spoke for a while;

"Why are you so promising?"

Song Jing poured herself a glass of wine, the warm wine tasted mellow and rich, she smiled and joked with the people around her;

"That's how old you are, you can't grow any older, Mr. Qin, don't you want to contract when you don't want meat when drinking?"

He raised the wine glass in front of Qin Mo;

"We're moving today, right? This cup celebrates our housewarming."

Housewarming?Qin Mo paused, Song Jing actually didn't know much about it, maybe this person was staying for a while, now he understood Qin Mo's mood, but he still looked at the person in front of him persistently, Qin Mo sighed , raised a glass and touched him;

"Congratulations."

This sentence made Song Jing feel cold, maybe Qin Mo today made him see too many appearances that he could not see before, and he became more courageous;

"Tongxi, I have quite a few houses, but this is the only one I dress up with great care. Qin Mo, you are right. I never considered it my home before. I want to have a place of my own. My preference for decoration is entirely my own, but it is different now. I don’t want to guard a house by myself in the future. I hope to have you every day in my future life. It’s not because of my children, nor because of my previous misunderstanding. I feel ashamed, it's just because I don't want to miss my lover, you don't have to believe me now, but give me a chance, okay? Qin Mo."

He knew that Qin Mo had a knot in his heart, and he also knew that it would not be resolved in a day or two, but he would prove that he was sincere. This was something he needed to work on, not Qin Mo.

Qin Mo kept looking into Song Jing's eyes. What happened before was a misunderstanding, but will it be all right if the misunderstanding is explained clearly?The words were light, he turned his head slightly, but the child moved at this moment, the movement was so big that he frowned slightly, and immediately covered his stomach with his hands, Song Jing also bowed his head;

"Did the child move?"

Song Jing wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but he was afraid of offending Qin Mo, so he stretched out his hand halfway and then retracted it, just lowered his head;

"Little night owl, it's very late now, don't make trouble with Dad, Dad is going to rest."

Qin Mo looked at the man's hair and closed his eyes for a while. He lived for more than 30 years, and almost half of his time was spent on Song Jing. If he couldn't get a complete person, he seemed to be a failure. No matter what he wants this person to be by his side, even if he dies, he will occupy the most important position in Song Jing's memory. Now that things have turned around, he has no reason not to. out of breath;

"Haven't you ever wondered why you forgot that memory?"

Song Jing was taken aback when he suddenly brought up the question of memory;

"The doctor said that there is no problem with my brain. That is the psychological reason. It may be that I have experienced some stimulating incident. It is a kind of post-traumatic stress response. I forgot about that period."

As soon as his words fell, Qin Mo suddenly raised his eyes, and the sharpness in his eyes enveloped Song Jing's whole body. Such eyes suddenly gave birth to an ominous metaphor in Song Jing's heart, as if he wanted to catch something before. But he didn't grasp what he wanted, but gradually surfaced at this moment, the corners of Qin Mo's lips slowly curled up, and his voice was cold and hesitant Autumn Night Cold Water;

"What if your trauma itself is me?"

Song Jing's pupils contracted uncontrollably, like a basin of water pouring down, cooling the heart.

The author says:

Song Gou must be strong in his heart, must be tough in his heart, and must not make President Qin sad again;

Mr. Jiang will open on Monday, so stay tuned;

"After getting into the car of a squeamish man by mistake"