worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

Song Ci didn't even think about the consequences of provoking Ji Huai. He was furious at the time, and he just wanted to give Ji Huai a good chance, so he did everything he could.

After realizing what he had done so boldly, Song Ci was so frightened that he wanted to find a hidden nest and get together quickly, so that he would never see Ji Huai again.

But Ji Huai's next behavior was unexpectedly normal and the same as usual.

At noon, he came down to make a meal for Song Ci. After the two of them finished their meal quietly, it was still Song Ci who washed the dishes.

Ji Huai didn't mean to trouble him at all, Song Ci immediately felt relieved, and began to secretly feel that what he did was not too much - didn't he just kiss Ji Huai and flirt with him?

During the 360 ​​and six days of lingering with the cold-faced president, Shou dared to molested him in the office regardless of the occasion. What did Song Ci's tricks mean?

Can that be called a problem?

That is nothing at all!

He and Ji Huai are married!

What's wrong with a kiss?What's wrong? !

Ji Huai's whole body is his, he can kiss him whenever he wants, there's no need for occasions!

Thinking of this, Song Ci suddenly felt much more stable. After cleaning up, he shuffled slowly and swayed upstairs, intending to take a good nap.

Ji Huai didn't let him sleep in the morning, so he endured it. Now it's the lunch break time stipulated by the state, and he has a good reason to rest.

But before Song Ci reached the door of the bedroom, Ji Huai grabbed him by the collar and took him into the study. Then, he threw a cleansing mantra over him, saying that he was not allowed to leave the study until he finished copying it fifty times.

Song Ci: "..."

Song Ci: "..."

After all kinds of struggling and rolling to no avail, Song Ci copied in disgrace until the evening, until he lost consciousness in his hands before he was able to complete the task. He put a pile of penalty copies on Ji Huai's desk expressionlessly Throwing, fantasizing that it was Ji Huai's head, he threw it very hard.

Ji Huai raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said in a calm tone, "Did you finish copying?"

Song Ci hummed.

Ji Huai took it over casually and looked at it twice.

The avenue is formless, giving birth to heaven and earth; the avenue is merciless, running the sun and the moon; the avenue is nameless, nourishing all things...

Song Ci's handwriting is very beautiful, the handwriting is like the person, very delicate, and the writing is quite serious.

Ji Huai held down the penalty transcripts, and slowly raised his eyes to look at him: "Do you dare next time?"

Song Ci's face was numb: "Don't dare, I was wrong."

"Okay." Ji Huai waved his hand and said kindly, "Go and play."

Like a free rabbit, Song Ci ran out quickly, seemingly afraid that he would be caught if he was a second late.

The corners of Ji Huai's lips curved, he shook his head slightly, and then continued to deal with the work at hand.

After a few minutes, he realized that something seemed wrong.

A few minutes later, Ji Huai paused for a while, pressed the thickness of the Qingxin Mantra book, and then weighed the thickness of the pile of books Song Ci handed in.

Cutting corners is inevitable, and he never thought that Song Ci could finish copying the classics in a serious manner.

Ji Huai took out a book from the middle and flipped through it.

As soon as he turned the first page, he froze for a moment.

... Song Ci wrote a poem that almost covered the entire page with a beautiful hand in regular script, and the words were very large.

——Mountains have trees and trees have branches.

Ji Huai then turned to the second page. The back of the first page was still completely white, with no ink marks at all. On the second page, he continued to write in large characters: Xinyue Junxi You don't know.

Ji Huai: "..."

He continued to scroll down.

The belt gradually widened and he didn't regret it.

……

In the end, it seemed that I couldn’t count the number of words in a single poem on a page. Song Ci became more serious, and began to write only one word per page. The style of love poetry changed from reserved to romantic and wild.

……

How much I love you, I can't say enough words;

The extent to which I love you is so deep and wide.

……

Ji Huai: "..."

He closed his eyes, put his hand against his forehead, and remained silent for a while, as if he felt very helpless and a little funny, and finally couldn't hold back his muffled laughter.

Song Ci bought a lot of tonic gifts and came to the nursing home.

Chinese New Year is coming up in a few days, Mother Su lives alone in the nursing home, and no one thinks about her except Song Ci.

Song Ci originally wanted to spend time with her when he came here this time, but he didn't expect that when he opened the door of the ward, the deserted and lonely scene he imagined did not appear, and the room was full of laughter and laughter.

Song Ci thought at first that he had gone to the wrong room, but after confirming that the room number was correct, he opened the door and went in.

Besides Su Mu, there were other people in the room.

It was two women, one was older, and her hair was a lot grayer. She looked about the same age as Mother Su, or even older than her, while the other was a young girl, wearing a woolen coat and a coat. She wore a gauze skirt of the same color, and her long, straight black hair was smoothly draped over her shoulders, making her look very quiet and well-behaved.

Seeing Song Ci approaching, Mother Su grinned and stretched out her hand to say hello, "Xiao Ci! Come here!"

After so many days of phone conversations, and Song Ci's occasional visits, Su's mother is now very dependent on Song Ci.

Song Ci walked over, looked at the other two sitting people out of the corner of his eye, pondered it in his mind, but couldn't think of a reason.

He didn't know either of them.

Su's mother pulled Song Ci over, took a good look, squinted her eyes and smiled, with a kind face: "Xiao Ci is handsome again, and looks better and better."

Song Ci smiled slightly and let her boast.

Su's mother pointed to the gray-haired person sitting beside her, and said to him: "Xiaoci, you should call this person Aunt Wang. She hugged you when you were young."

Song Ci was very well-behaved, and he would call out if he wanted to, and he said sweetly, "Hello, Aunt Wang, thank you for coming to see my mother when I was away."

"Oh, my child, you're seeing someone else!" Aunt Wang also laughed, "Your mother and I have been friends for so many years! Besides—we're going to be a family soon."

Song Ci was taken aback for a moment, not quite understanding the relationship between them.

Mother Su is getting married again?

No, that's not true either. If you really want to get married again, then it must be Uncle Wang, right?

... What is he thinking, the same marriage has matured for so many years, why still can't get out of this thinking inertia.

Aunt Wang and his mother... There is no rule that they cannot be together...

Both of them are of this age, and Aunt Wang still doesn't dislike his mother's illness. This must be true love.

...But if that's the case, he'll have to spend some time digesting the news.

The expression on Song Ci's face was blank for a moment.

The people in the room didn't know what he was thinking, Aunt Wang pulled her daughter over again, and introduced Song Ci with a smile: "This is my daughter, her name is Wang Siruo, you guys had a baby kiss when you were young, Xiaoci, you Remember her? You always praise this little sister for being pretty."

Song Ci: "..."

Like a wild horse running wild, Song Ci, who even began to think about whether to prepare a dowry or not, suddenly woke up from his own thoughts, with doubts on his face.

Wait a minute, what the hell?

Doll pro? ? ?

Mother Su nodded, looked at Song Ci seriously, and then at the gentle and pleasant Wang Siruo. The more she looked at her, she became more and more satisfied: "Xiao Ci, Si Ruo has just graduated from university, and I heard that she is also a student. You can take good care of her, Si Ruo has not forgotten you for so many years."

Aunt Wang interjected in a timely manner: "Oh, that's right. My Siruo is good-looking and has good grades. No one praises her when she goes out. Many people chase her, but she doesn't agree, saying that she will wait for her small speech." brother to marry her."

Wang Siruo lowered his head and pinched his fingers, not daring to look at Song Ci, as if he was ashamed.

Song Ci finally figured out which play they were singing.

Didn't he tell Mother Su that he was married?

He said it... Has Mother Su forgotten that one of the major symptoms of dementia is forgetfulness and poor memory.

Song Ci suddenly felt helpless: "Mom, I'm already married."

"What?" Mother Su didn't respond, but Aunt Wang raised her head first, her face changed, "Are you married?"

"Ah," Song Ci didn't understand why she reacted so strongly, he touched his nose innocently, raised his hand, and shook the ring on his left hand, "I've been married for almost half a year."

He won this ring by dancing on the island. When he put it on Ji Huai that night, Ji Huai didn't say anything, and he kept wearing it afterwards, even with the stone he gave him.

Therefore, the concentric stones and rings of the two are considered as couples' models. Song Ci acquiesced that the ring was his and Ji Huai's wedding ring. This should be a tacit consensus between the two.

Mother Su sat blankly for a while, frowned slightly, and reached out to pull Aunt Wang's clothes, looking a little anxious: "Don't panic, Xiao Ci is married...but he can still help Si Ruo find a job Yes, Xiaoci is so powerful, didn't you say that you can see him on the Internet?"

Song Ci frowned, and stood aside with folded hands, as if realizing something.

Wang Siruo glanced at Song Ci secretly, and continued to remain silent.

Aunt Wang's complexion changed for a while, and she finally gritted her teeth and forced herself to restrain her ugly expression, thinking that even if she couldn't get Song Ci's cash cow, at least she could get one, at least Song Ci could help Wang Siruo's The work was settled first, so she said patiently: "Then I will leave Siruo to you."

Mother Su fully agreed: "Okay, okay! Of course it's no problem. It's wrong for Xiaoci to get married. He must be responsible for finding a job. He can definitely bring Si Ruo earn a lot of money--"

Before she finished speaking, Song Ci interrupted: "Mom."

Mother Su stopped talking, looked at Song Ci anxiously, and found that his expression was a bit cold, thinking that he was going to attack her again, Dang even shrank her body, but she was very persistent and did not let go: "So many years of friendship ...Everyone should help each other..."

So many years of friendship?

After so many years of friendship, why did this person surnamed Wang come out to see you for the first time today?

Song Ci turned his head to look at Aunt Wang, his eyebrows and eyes were full of alienation, Song Ci's appearance was very beautiful and delicate, and when he smiled, he always gave people a gentle and cute feeling, but when he suddenly lowered his eyebrows and eyes, there was a hint of An indifferent sense of distance.

——Like a rose with thorns, people don't dare to have the desire to get close.

Song Ci smiled lightly: "Want to find a job?"

Aunt Wang nodded, her face full of displeasure: "Your mother promised me this! It's not that I begged her!"

It was as if Wang Siruo's finding a job was figured out by Su's mother, and she was in a hurry to curry favor and help their family.

Song Ci wanted to laugh, he leaned back, leaning his back against the wall, and said casually: "You have to go to an agency to find a job - what do you want me for?"

Aunt Wang suddenly became angry: "What's your attitude?!"

She looked at Mother Su and shouted, "Look at Song Ci!"

Mother Su was really terrified by the yelling, and she was completely stunned, not knowing what to do.

But soon, Aunt Wang's collar was grabbed.

Song Ci quickly let go of her again, and stretched out his hand to flick the non-existent dust on her shoulders. He seemed to have an extremely harmonious appearance. Shall I give it a try?"