Plastic love with the heroine [Quick Transmigration]

Qin An was almost "invited" out by Qin Ruoxing in a more polite way, without caring about any old feelings at all. In short, Qin An didn't know what was going on, and made Qin Ruoxing furious.

The British shorthair raised at home has blown hair and is very difficult to coax, let alone a living person.

Wen Qiyun looked at Qin Ruoxing with a grim expression, unable to find anything to comfort him, so she had to say something else to change the subject: "Ruoxing, my paper figurine..."

"It's ready, try to communicate with them." When facing Wen Qiyun, Qin Ruoxing's expression eased a lot, "We will go down the mountain later, we don't need to bring other clothes, we will come back tomorrow afternoon, what do you want?" If you want to bring anything, go early and check your luggage, and we will set off in 10 minutes.”

"Okay." Wen Qiyun nodded, listened to what Qin Ruoxing said, closed her eyes and tried to communicate telepathically with her little paper figurine, and she manipulated it in her mind to make the little paper figurine float in front of her eyes and follow her.

With anticipation and hesitation, Wen Qiyun slowly opened her eyes, surprise swept her heart at this moment, she stretched out her hand and held her two daughters in her palm, her eyes were full of joy, "Ju, It actually worked."

She was really surprised, after all, there was still a risk of failure in making this, but now it succeeded, and her two daughters "lived", Wen Qiyun felt that there was no moment that could make her feel so happy.

However, the next moment, the two little paper figurines slipped out from between her fingers and floated in front of her eyes again, floating in the air with the wind, staring at Wen Qiyun with their innocent looks, as if they were not at the same time. Can't understand why she's so happy when they just follow orders.

Wen Qiyun's mood suddenly became a little complicated. She was indeed very happy. After all, this was a girl made by herself, but she knew that the little paper dolls did not have human emotions. Most of the time, they were just It's just a tool.

They gave her more feelings. Apart from the initial surprise and shock, it was more like treating the speechless koala lying on the bed at home.

And she usually likes to sleep with the koala and tell it the trivial things in life.

Wen Qiyun thought to herself, even if Qin Ruoxing completed the last step for her, if the order she gave to the little paper man could be seen by the other party, it would not have much impact, after all, she would not order the paper man to do something shameful things.

However, to speculate on Qin Ruoxing's intentions with malicious thoughts, no matter how bad the situation is, it is only because the trust between them is not enough, maybe Qin Ruoxing does not trust her, so he wants to see her intentions.

Since this is the case, then she has nothing to be afraid of, no matter it is out of mission or selfishness, she will unconditionally stand by Qin Ruoxing's side and follow her wholeheartedly, naturally she will not do anything to betray her.

They went down the mountain together, Wen Qiyun walked in front, Qin Ruoxing walked behind her unhurriedly, keeping a close distance.

"It's getting colder and colder today." Wen Qiyun walked with her head down, raised her foot casually and kicked away the small gravel blocking the road, rubbed her arms, put her hands in balls in front of her mouth, and kept He gasped at the palm of his hand.

"Lu Miaomiao, turn around." Qin Ruoxing's voice suddenly came from behind, very close, as if he was leaning against her back and whispering in her ear.

Wen Qiyun turned around subconsciously, and saw Qin Ruoxing raising her hands, wrapping her in her arms, she stared blankly at him, from her angle, all she could see was Qin Ruoxing's beautifully lined chin and slightly pursed lips. With slightly pale thin lips.

A small piece of snow floated from the sky, and landed on Qin Ruoxing's thin, bloodless lips. As if being bewitched, she stretched out her hand obsessively, and her cool fingertips lightly touched the other's warm lips. Lips, gently wiped away the melted snowflakes, murmured in a daze: "It's already snowing..."

For a moment, she didn't realize when Qin Ruoxing walked behind her. The distance was so close, did she become less vigilant?Or is Qin Ruoxing no longer in the dangerous category in her eyes?

She didn't know, she only knew that now, her heart was in a mess.

Qin Ruoxing lowered her head slightly, hung the scarf around her neck on Wen Qiyun's neck, exhaled, and said, "Take it, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Wen Qiyun blinked her eyes, she saw a thin cloud of white air exhaled from her mouth, and then she felt a warm wind blowing across her face, which disrupted her heart rate and made the calm lake surface agitated. Thousand waves.

"The way down the mountain is not easy." Qin Ruoxing held Wen Qiyun's hand, she smiled, and put her hand in her pocket after speaking, "Follow me."

Wen Qiyun has no reason to refuse, let alone why she refuses?Qin Ruoxing was like a heater, when she was by her side, the cold was expelled, and with her hands in his pockets, it was extremely warm.

They went down the mountain all the way, just such a road, even if Wen Qiyun only walked through it once, I can't remember exactly, but just walk along the road.

Although the road was a bit steep, the feeling of being carried by Qin Ruoxing in her pocket along the way made her feel sweet in her heart, and she didn't feel how difficult the road was.

The backs of the two were stretched very long, and gradually intertwined and overlapped. Behind them, there were two little paper figurines floating in the air. on Wen Qiyun's back.

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When they arrived at the school, it was already late and it was so dark that it was difficult to see the road in front of them. Wen Qiyun could only vaguely see a closed iron gate in front of her.

Qin Ruoxing chatted with the security guard at the side, and then he opened the door and let them in.

Wen Qiyun followed Qin Ruoxing into the school, she seemed to catch a glimpse of the security guard spitting on the ground out of the corner of her eye, she frowned, and turned to look at Qin Ruoxing.

Qin Ruoxing seemed to have a heart-to-heart with her, so she didn't need Wen Qiyun to ask questions, so she explained: "This place is not very peaceful. At night, whenever you talk to someone, you have to spit on the ground. This is a folk custom, because they I don't know whether the person who spoke to them just now is a living person or a dead person."

"Oh..." Wen Qiyun nodded half understanding, Qin Ruoxing is an expert in this field, compared to her, she is just a novice who doesn't understand anything, but just follow her.

"Where are we going?" Wen Qiyun walked behind Qin Ruoxing, the distance between them was only a finger, and the breeze would blow Qin Ruoxing's long hair that fell on her shoulders from time to time, and some mischievous strands would gently brush her. His face carried a clear aura that belonged exclusively to Qin Ruoxing.

But she always felt that the distance was too far, Wen Qiyun's fingertips moved slightly, she accelerated a few steps, walked side by side with Qin Ruoxing on the school road, and secretly extended her hand.

"I'll find out when I get there." Qin Ruoxing answered her, but her answer seemed more like a deliberate attempt to arouse Wen Qiyun's curiosity.

As if feeling Wen Qiyun's approach, Qin Ruoxing didn't show any other emotions, but turned his face slightly, showing a little probing look at her, "What are you doing?"

Wen Qiyun didn't speak, she pursed her lips, first tentatively touched the back of Qin Ruoxing's hand with her cold fingertips, seeing that the other party didn't respond, Wen Qiyun then slowly opened her five fingers and interlocked with Qin Ruoxing's, "It's nothing .”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, no matter what time of day Qin Ruoxing seemed to be warm and warm, Wen Qiyun's favorite thing to do in winter was to keep hand warmers in her pocket.

So Qin Ruoxing = hand warmer, she likes hand warmers, and Qin Ruoxing even more.

These love words were all spoken from the bottom of her heart, and Qin Ruoxing didn't know about them.

……

Although the night is dark now, the moon hanging in the sky casts a layer of pure white light on Qin Ruoxing's side face, making her look like a goddess stepping on the moonlight.

Wen Qiyun pursed her lips into a smile, she turned her head quietly, and under the moonlight, she took a peek at Qin Ruoxing's tall nose, thick eyelashes, and thin red lips.

She didn't miss any expression changes on Qin Ruoxing's face, just when her fingertips touched the back of her hand, she clearly saw Qin Ruoxing's lips move slightly, as if she didn't expect it at all.

But what surprised Wen Qiyun the most was that Qin Ruoxing quickly recovered his calm look, and calmly walked on the school road with her ten fingers intertwined and holding hands.

They are now stepping on a pile of dead leaves, and when they look up, they can see the scene of the moonlight shining on them through the layers of leaves.

Wen Qiyun pursed her lips into a smile, and there was a faint smile in her eyes. She said while looking sideways at Qin Ruoxing, "Where are we going now?"

Under the moonlight, Qin Ruoxing's skin became even more morbidly pale. Wen Qiyun no longer thinks that Qin Ruoxing's fair skin is a good thing. This is entirely because of the pale skin caused by excessive blood loss when the other party was young .

Qin Ruoxing raised the corners of her lips slightly, and asked back, "Didn't you say you want to be my eyes? I've been following you all this time."

"..." Wen Qiyun was startled. When she looked back, she found that they had already passed this road just now, "Ghost hitting the wall?"

It's no wonder why she felt that the road under her feet seemed familiar. At first, she didn't pay much attention to it, and focused on watching Qin Ruoxing. It wasn't until Qin Ruoxing pointed it out that she suddenly realized something was wrong.

This school is so wrong.

"Huh? What wall? What is that?" Qin Ruoxing asked with some doubts.

"..." Wen Qiyun closed her mouth, she almost forgot that this world is different from her original world, the term "ghost hitting the wall" is obviously not a common vocabulary between them.

She shook her head and said, "It's nothing, it's just a word I saw in a novel."

Qin Ruoxing didn't think about it, she snorted softly, her eyebrows looked like distant mountains, and the corners of her mouth raised traces of sarcasm, letting go of her inherent aura in an instant, "It's just some tricks."

She stomped lightly on the ground, and a miraculous scene appeared in front of Wen Qiyun's eyes. She watched the path they walked, and the space was distorted for a moment. In that short moment, everything in her sight was distorted, but soon Quickly restore it to its original state.

But Wen Qiyun saw it very clearly.

The teaching building, which she had never seen before, stood in front of her, and she only needed to lift her foot a little to step in.

"What will we meet?" Wen Qiyun couldn't help asking at the end of entering the teaching building.

"I don't know either." Qin Ruoxing was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head lightly, "This place is too complicated, and I can't 'see' it through for a while."

Wen Qiyun was dumbfounded, she was worried about Qin Ruoxing's safety at the first moment, the other party was blind, if any monsters and ghosts attacked her, how should Qin Ruoxing hide?Her eyes can't see again...

"Put this paper talisman close to your chest and keep it away. Don't lose it." Qin Ruoxing shook her wrist, and a piece of paper talisman repeatedly folded into a ball slid down the inside of her wrist all the way to her palm. , Qin Ruoxing raised his hand and carefully placed the paper talisman in Wen Qiyun's palm, "You let the paper people follow you all the time, and they will protect you when you are in danger."

As she said that, she unconsciously grabbed Wen Qiyun's wrist, but the strength in her hand was a bit too strong, but the person concerned didn't seem to notice it. Wen Qiyun frowned in pain, and she struggled weakly, "Ruoxing, what are you doing?" It hurts me..."

Only then did Qin Ruoxing come back to her senses, and she let go of Wen Qiyun's hand suddenly. Her hands hung in the air for a long time, and when she realized what she had done, she shrank back suddenly.

Qin Ruoxing pursed her lips, and continued, "If you stray into the illusion at that time, don't be fooled by the illusion. No matter what you see inside, don't believe it..."

"What is an illusion?" Wen Qiyun asked curiously.

"The function of the illusion is nothing more than that you will see all the false scenes. When you are in it, you will inevitably see the things you desire most in your heart. If you are bewitched by the illusion and lose your mind, the illusion can trap you forever. Among them, when the danger comes, you are completely defenseless." Qin Ruoxing raised her hand and pulled the hair from her ear behind her ear, she sighed, lowered her head slowly, and put a smile on Wen Qiyun's side face. Kiss gently.

Wen Qiyun vaguely heard Qin Ruoxing's voice, almost sighing, "So Lu Miaomiao, you need to be more conscious."

"Then will you leave me?" Wen Qiyun hugged Qin Ruoxing, stretched her neck and buried her in his arms. When she said this, she secretly raised her eyes to see the expression on Qin Ruoxing's face.

Qin Ruoxing stroked her long braid hanging behind her, her expression became very gentle at this moment, Wen Qiyun heard Qin Ruoxing say: "Of course not."

Speaking from Qin Ruoxing's mouth, it seemed more like a promise and an oath.

Wen Qiyun's face was slightly happy, and she was naturally very satisfied when she got the answer she wanted from the other party.

Wen Qiyun leaned lightly on Qin Ruoxing's shoulder, dimpled slightly, showing a faint smile, "Then what's the matter if my consciousness is not firm?"

Qin Ruoxing's lips showed a doting smile intentionally or unintentionally, "I really can't do anything about you."

Ji Bai [hasn't been out in 800 years]: Why does it sound like a sweet burden? ? ?

Wen Qiyun [the whole body exudes the sour smell of love, and even her speech has a sweet and greasy breath]: That's natural, hehe...

"Let's go in." Finally, Wen Qiyun, who had had enough of staying in Qin Ruoxing's warm arms, took a deep breath, reluctantly left her exclusive "gentle" hometown, and mustered up the courage to face the cold wind blowing on her face .

"Ah."

After a few seconds, before Wen Qiyun could hold on anymore, Qin Ruoxing stood in front of her, shielded her from the cold wind with his back, and straightened the scarf on her collar face to face, " Surround yourself better, or it will be cold."

Wen Qiyun buried almost half of her face in the scarf. Every breath she smelled came from the owner of the scarf. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, thinking to herself.

It's really an addictive taste, easily addictive.

The teaching building is not very high, it only looks like four floors. They walked from the first floor to the fourth floor, every classroom was spared, but in the end they still seemed to get nothing.

Every classroom they passed had a common feature. The doors of the classrooms were tightly closed, and it was impossible to get in.

At first, Wen Qiyun thought that there would be a classroom with the door open, waiting for them to enter.But I didn't expect that in this teaching building, the doors of every classroom that looked almost exactly the same were closed tightly.

"It seems a little strange." Wen Qiyun frowned, and stopped with a solemn expression. She looked up at the "402" classroom, but the intuition in her heart became more and more obvious.

This classroom has weirdness, no, it should mean that all classrooms have weirdness.

"what happened?"

"The lock on the classroom door is very strange." Wen Qiyun narrowed her eyes slightly, and stared at the classroom door sharply. She remembered that Qin Ruoxing couldn't see it, so she described it more carefully, "The doors of these classrooms are very old. Yes, unlike the anti-theft door at our house, there is no lock hole on this door, but a lock hook is nailed on the door frame. These classrooms all use old-fashioned locks, which are not very safe, and the locks can be easily picked open. "

"and then?"

"According to reason, every classroom door should be hung with a lock." Wen Qiyun raised her eyes and saw Qin Ruoxing giving her a gentle expression to show her encouragement, so she became more confident, and then said: "But it's strange, We passed so many classrooms, and we didn't see any locks hanging on every door."

A faint smile appeared on Qin Ruoxing's lips, and her fingertips brushed against the corners of Wen Qiyun's eyes.

Wen Qiyun heard the voice from above, it was a little hoarse, every word uttered from her thin lips, and heard in her ears, made her happy, "Very good."

Wen Qiyun blinked, Qin Ruoxing confirmed her?It seems that she is not completely worthless...

She thought happily.

"go on."

"There are two possibilities. First, it could be that the door is locked from the inside, so it is understandable that the lock is not seen from the outside, but if this is the case, it is difficult to explain in many places. For example, inside the classroom After locking the door, how can I get out?" Wen Qiyun raised the corners of her lips slightly, showing a somewhat smug expression, she thought clearly and analyzed clearly, "Of course. There is another possibility, and that is the classroom The door is not locked at all, it only needs a slight push from us, and the door can be pushed open."

As Wen Qiyun spoke, she stretched out her hand towards the door, Qin Ruoxing didn't even have time to stop her, "Wait..."

The moment Wen Qiyun's fingertips touched the classroom door, the whole teaching building was like a monster lurking quietly in the dark, suddenly opened its mouth wide and swallowed Wen Qiyun in one gulp.

Wen Qiyun was nowhere to be seen, Qin Ruoxing raised his hand and touched the door of "402" classroom, the strange thing is, what happened to Wen Qiyun just now, in Qin Ruoxing's place, there was no movement.

She stood there, countless little paper dolls floated out from her sleeves, and they went to different classrooms, some squeezed in through the cracks in the doors, some squeezed in through the gaps in the windows, suddenly , Qin Ruoxing's expression froze, and he raised his foot and walked in a certain direction.

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"What is the bleaching effect of chlorine water?" On the podium, an elderly male teacher waved a ruler in his hand. His eyes swept across the faces of the students under the podium, as if he was thinking about who to touch. Answering questions is better.

The male teacher stepped down from the podium, and the ruler slapped in the palm of his hand, "You. Stand up and answer my question."

Wen Qiyun saw the male teacher stop beside her seat out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quietly raised her head, only to realize that the teacher ordered the "classmate" sitting next to her.

"Answer teacher, it's an oxidation reaction." The "classmate" stood up straight like a marionette, his voice sounded very stiff, like a dead person...

Wen Qiyun breathed a sigh of relief, this place is really strange.

They were obviously in class, but everyone around them was sitting stiffly in their seats, and all the girls had long hair hanging down and their heads were lowered, unable to see their faces clearly; the boys also lowered their heads, but their faces were Pale and bluish, declaring their abnormality.

Wen Qiyun was afraid of exposing herself, so she let her hair down and lowered her head to cover her face. At least she looked the same as the other girls in the class now.

The only one who looked relatively normal was the male teacher on the podium in the entire classroom, but facing so many students who were like puppets, his enthusiasm for lecturing remained undiminished.

Wen Qiyun was a little annoyed, she regretted it very much, she should not have been so reckless if she had known that such an accident would happen.

Because she was the one who discovered these key clues, and Qin Ruoxing was blind, so he couldn't see these clues at all, Wen Qiyun felt complacent that she was finally able to help him once.

A moment of carelessness actually put himself in a dilemma.

But so far, there is nothing that can be redeemed.

"The wall of the beaker that has been subjected to iodine sublimation experiments is stained with iodine, what should be used to wash it?" The male teacher continued to ask tirelessly.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side and touched her thigh.

"!!!" Wen Qiyun was startled, the hairs all over her body stood on end, but when she turned her head, she saw Qin Ruoxing.

"Hush..." Qin Ruoxing put his index finger on his lips, signaling for Wen Qiyun not to make too much noise.

Wen Qiyun's eyes were full of amazement, she was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was still wearing a school uniform, and the youthfulness and innocence that she inadvertently revealed was a beauty she had never seen before.

Wen Qiyun just stared blankly, her eyes were glued to Qin Ruoxing's body, and she couldn't move her eyes away.

"That classmate, you answer." The male teacher turned around and pointed the ruler exactly where Wen Qiyun was.

And all of Wen Qiyun's attention was attracted by the "young" Qin Ruoxing beside him, and she didn't hear her at all.

Seeing his "student" not cooperating so much, the teacher on the podium slapped the ruler on the podium, and his face, which was originally pleasant, suddenly turned blue and purple, like a dead person, extremely terrifying .

Qin Ruoxing put his hand on her thigh from under the desk, and called Wen Qiyun's soul back with a faint voice: "The teacher wants you to answer the question."

No one knew that Qin Ruoxing could see it now.

She saw the person she was thinking of, knew her appearance, and remembered it deeply in her heart.

Wen Qiyun stood up with a dazed expression, looking at the densely packed chemical equations on the blackboard, Wen Qiyun felt dizzy and confused for a while.

"Answer the teacher... I..." Wen Qiyun faltered, unable to squeeze out a word for a long time.

Qin Ruoxing seemed to see that she would not answer this question, so he lowered his head, picked up a pen and wrote the answer on the paper. The two of them were at the same table, and the tables were connected together. The note was delivered smoothly. In front of Wen Qiyun.

"Answer the teacher, the answer is alcohol." Wen Qiyun followed the correct answer written on it, and after answering word for word, suddenly his eyes widened, and he turned to look at Qin Ruoxing, "Ruoxing, are you..." You can see up

——Explain QAQ in the comment area——

Because of the recent flu epidemic, I don’t feel well. I have a fever intermittently, vomiting, and my stomach is not very good. I feel so uncomfortable that I am going to die...

When my body recovers, I will start the daily shift!

Ling Zhi was fostered by her family members in the Song family since she was a child. She lived in the Song family all year round in the name of a friend's daughter, like a maggot eating flesh and blood.

She only occasionally heard Aunt Song talk about her life experience, but Aunt Song hadn't told her too much before, and she would always be interrupted accidentally by the servants outside the door. After all, Aunt Song was much busier than her. She pestered Aunt Song for several days, but she couldn't find out why, so the matter was let go.

Maybe no matter how patient a person is, he can't stand her stalking interrogation.

She didn't even know her own surname, only her word Lingzhi.

She checked the books and found out that "Ling" means lively spirit, while "Zhi" means branches, and at the same time, it also contains extraneous branches.

There is also a medicinal herb "Ganoderma lucidum" with the same pronunciation as her name. She thinks that her family members should also have read books, but she always hears it from the older generation. Most of them don't like those scholars who use their accent , always call those people "Mr. Taoism", scholars who worship foreign countries and fawn on foreigners, but those poor and hungry scholars think that those older generations are very pedantic.

But these have nothing to do with Lingzhi who is still young. What she said to the pedantic older generation has always been in one ear and out the other. At the same time, she doesn't have much affection for those scholars who talk nonsense. , These will only be hidden deep in her heart.

She likes the bookstore, and can learn many novel things from the books, but when she leaves the bookstore, she will forget most of the knowledge, after all, the words are not as fast as the practice in reality.

Just like the first word "Ling" in her name, she never knew what it means to be lively and agile in this courtyard that is always calm and peaceful. When the adults came back occasionally, they would look at her and sigh, and say that she was so young at a young age. She has lost her spirituality, but she has never understood what "spirituality" is?

Until she saw Song Ruoci from a distance, and saw that fairy-like woman, who was just like the person she imagined.

As if she had seen in the book that all the compliments could be attached to that person, she began to look up and look forward to it.

As the eldest lady of the Song Mansion, Song Ruoci would only show up in this old courtyard house during festivals.

Ever since Lingzhi glanced at Song Ruoci from afar, she would stop and listen to all news related to her.

From the mouths of the elders who made offerings to gods and Buddhas, she learned why the Song family's flesh and blood were exiled and Song Ruoci was not allowed to recognize their ancestors and return to their clan.

Song Ruoci's father was Song Qingrang, an elegant scholar, but he married a foreigner, which was not recognized by the world. The ancestors drove Song Qingrang out of the house in a rage, and cut off contact with him ever since.

Song Qingrang is also a hard-headed person. He was kicked out and his reputation plummeted, but with his dazzling talent, he contributed articles to the newspaper and worked hard to earn some money. The manuscript fee sent back by the newspaper was enough for him to support his family. Poor and down to the point of living on the streets.

Song Qingrang would occasionally send money to his family, although the ancestors would always return the envelopes intact, saying that they would not accept money from foreigners even if they starved to death.

But no matter how strong Song Qingrang was, he couldn't withstand the erosion of time, and the enduring filial piety that lasted for thousands of years, he still bowed his head first, and asked Song Ruoci to go home during the festival to accompany those parents who missed him. Mother, go and accompany those elders who have already stepped into the coffin with half their feet.

Song Ruoci has always known that as long as she is in the Song residence, that fiery gaze that seems to be able to turn into reality will follow her all the time, and as time goes by, that gaze has already deteriorated, from pure admiration from the beginning Gradually and silently, changes took place.

little pervert.

Song Ruoci could guess that the pure and clear eyes cast on her by the person who would always watch her in the dark definitely did not belong to a man, but she did not expect that it would be a girl younger than her.

Until that day, the sky was still clear and clear, and in an instant, the sky seemed to have opened countless holes. The torrential rain merged into a waterfall and poured down towards the earth. The branches of the trees were blown by the wind. It was easy to find a shelter from the rain.

It was already late at night, and Song Ruoci was supposed to stay in the main hall to guard according to the rules passed down from above.

As for Lingzhi, the Song family didn't force her to stay in the main hall together. Lingzhi didn't want to stay with those lifeless people, but she saw Song Ruoci sitting in the hall with his clothes straightened. , but she is not from the Song family, so she is not ashamed to insert her face.

Fortunately, Lingzhi was petite, and the grass outside the house could just hide her, so she bent down and shrank into the grass early, and no one passing by noticed her. When she felt bored, she would open her eyes and look carefully. Count how many people passed by, and how many people went in again.

Ling Zhi also recognized the pair of boots Song Ruoci was wearing, which were different from the boots she was wearing. The heels were a little shorter than hers, but they were so short that they could barely cover the entire foot. Shiny and spotless.It took many years for her to realize that these were not boots, but small leather shoes that little girls especially like to wear.

Lingzhi likes to watch Song Ruoci most in the dark, so that she can avoid Song Ruoci's contemptuous gaze at her. Although she has never looked at Song Ruoci before, she is afraid of such a poisonous gaze. .

Song Ruoci, who was sitting upright, stretched out a white and slender hand towards her, which seemed to be reaching out to her, and the huddled Lingzhi subconsciously blinked his dry eyes, and the feet that had been squatting for a long time had lost their strength. Unconscious, she moved forward slightly, and saw Song Ruoci holding up the water bottle in front of her with that graceful hand, and when she lifted it up, she showed a beautifully curved jaw, and her playful eyelashes trembled slightly, provocative like butterfly feathers, orange The ambiguous light hit her face, softening the sharp edges and corners of the facial features, her thin lips touched the mouth of the bottle, and her throat rose and fell from time to time.

Ling Zhi felt that she must have been bewitched, just like the sailor in a fairy tale who was attracted by the siren's singing and was hopelessly infatuated with her.

"Song Ruoci..." A soft murmur came from the group of short grass, and quickly disappeared into the air without a trace.

The rain came very fast, in order not to be discovered, Lingzhi had no way to hide, so she could only stay where she was and her hair was wet by the heavy rain. Soon she felt that her eyes were hazy, and her mind seemed to be covered with layers of paper. Stopping, shaking the wet hair sticking to the side of the face in a dizzy way, Lingzhi seemed to meet Song Ruoci's eyes in a daze.

She smiled foolishly at Song Ruoci, then sneezed heavily, then closed her eyes and fell unconscious on the ground.

"Who is that?" The old man sitting at the top asked calmly, rubbing the green agate ring passed down from his ancestors.

Several servants noticed the movement, and quickly lifted out the soaked spiritual branch hiding in the grass.

"Grandpa, this is the daughter of a friend of mine." A man with a fat stomach and a smell of copper all over his body stood up in fear, nodded and bowed respectfully, "Because I owed favors, I let her stay in the Song Mansion. "

"Grandpa, this girl has a fever."

Grandpa rolled his eyelids upwards, and his eyes finally fell on Lingzhi. Lingzhi was lying unconscious on the ground, half of her face was exposed from her messy hair, and he could tell that Lingzhi was definitely not a woman. An ordinary-looking man, he let out a sneer, and looked at the fat man with a half-smile, "Fugui, isn't this the daughter of your confidante?"

Under the watchful eyes of his grandfather, Fugui was sweating all over his forehead. He knelt on the ground and almost knocked his head on the ground, "Grandpa was joking. This is the daughter of a friend I have known since life and death. He said..."

"I'm not someone who likes to listen to lies." The aloof grandpa slowly closed his eyes, and said unhurriedly, "I don't think you, Fugui, seem like someone who can have a life-and-death relationship with others."

Grandpa spoke more and more slowly, until he seemed to have fallen asleep in the end, and there was nothing to say for a long time.

Everyone in the room silently looked at the man kneeling on the ground, and no one dared to speak. Under their watchful eyes, Fugui was sweating all over his face, and he dared not move in fear.

"Grandpa, that girl is going to be burnt stupid." The housekeeper stood behind grandpa, leaned slightly and leaned into grandpa's ear and said.

"Oh...it's too late today, so the medical center must be closed too." Grandpa's tone was flat, the wind blowing outside the house was mixed with rain, he suddenly felt cold, couldn't help shivering, tightened his clothes, He lowered his eyes to the butler and ordered, "Go and close the door."

"Wait." Song Ruoci raised her hand and stopped the housekeeper. Everyone in the room turned their attention to her. She first turned her head to look at her grandpa sitting in the grandfather's chair, and obediently called out, "Grandpa."

"It's a good thing if the words have a kind heart." The old man sitting on the grandfather's chair has a peaceful face and a benevolent and amiable look, but the words he speaks are like a heart of blood. "But the rules cannot be broken after all."

Song Ruoci thought a lot at this moment, about the rise and fall of the country, saving lives and healing the wounded, the sight that followed her at that moment in her memory was not malicious at all, it was gentle and shy, like trying to climb a flexible and dexterous vine branch.

She gradually changed from rejection to acceptance at the beginning, she knew that the person who had been watching her secretly must be living in the Song Mansion, and she also knew that the person was a shy woman, but when Lingzhi was exposed to her, she A little panicked, a little at a loss, something is wrong with the whole body, something is out of control, out of expectation, out of tranquility.

Fortunately, Lingzhi is not awake, which means she doesn't need to face her now.

Song Ruoci breathed a sigh of relief, she was not ready to face Ling Zhi at all.

Although she is the eldest daughter of the Song family, she is very fortunate that her father severed ties with the Song family. The knowledge her mother imparted to her is different from the traditional feudal culture.

At least let her know that rules are dead after all, but people are alive.

She looked around, everyone in the room seemed to know her intention to save Lingzhi,