Although he didn't reply to Jian Fangshu, who knows what Ren Zixian would think when he did.
Ren Zixian thought for a while, then shook his head, put his arms around Lin Qingsong's neck and kissed him gently.
After spending so many days together, Ren Zixian already knew how to coax Lin Qingsong.
Unexpectedly, Lin Qingsong grabbed her wrist this time: "Why didn't you ask?"
Ren Zixian was sticking to his principles in an inexplicable place. If he hadn't made it clear to her now, who knew what she would be thinking in her heart?
But in fact, Ren Zixian really didn't have anything to ask. She and Lin Qingsong were not in a relationship, so they naturally lacked some possessiveness.
What's more, Lin Qingsong has taken care of her for two years, during which time she had to find a lot of people. What's going on now?
Ren Zixian lowered her head. Lin Qingsong squeezed her wrist, which hurt a little and was already red.
She frowned: "You hurt me, it's not like you haven't hurt me before..."
It’s not like I’ve never had it before…
Lin Qingsong took a breath, and then kissed her fiercely.
Ren Zixian couldn't push him away, so he had to endure the fight.
Lin Qingsong didn't allow her to escape and held her tightly in his arms. He didn't let her go until Ren Zixian's lips were numb.
He rubbed Ren Zixian's lips: "I don't like people around me crossing the line."
His eyes were colder than ever before.
Ren Zixian was stunned and lowered his eyes: "Okay." After saying that, he pushed Lin Qingsong away and stood up.
Lin Qingsong remained motionless, his eyes growing colder: "Are you losing your temper?"
"Let me go," Ren Zixian frowned and struggled. When Lin Qingsong didn't move, he softened his tone, "Let me cook and make you the lamb chops you like."
Lin Qingsong watched her push him, like a kitten that was reluctant to hurt him but was angry and wanted to bite him.
Just like now, I want to leave without knowing it, and I don't even dare to ask.
He and Ren Zixian had a nurturing relationship, and Lin Qingsong was always generous to his lovers. Although he didn't see how luxurious Ren Zixian lived after being with him, the money was actually given out.
It was originally a consensual thing, but now Ren Zixian likes him.
Things that were originally simple became complicated. Lin Qingsong didn't mind this change, and even indulged in it with some enjoyment.
His voice became softer unconsciously, and he explained to Ren Zixian for the first time: "That's my ex-girlfriend."
Ren Zixian stopped moving, and then Lin Qingsong said: "When we were in love before, she broke up with me because of our marriage. Now we no longer have that kind of relationship. Don't think too much about it."
"Yes." Ren Zixian agreed softly.
"Be good. Once you explain it clearly, you can't be jealous anymore, you know?" Lin Qingsong rubbed her head, "Go cook. Do you want my help?"
Ren Zixian shook his head obediently, and then left to cook.
Lin Qingsong didn't know how much Ren Zixian had heard, but he still had time to explain to her.
After meeting Lin Kaifeng today, Lin Qingsong began to examine his relationship with Ren Zixian.
It was true that he had a little lover by his side at first, but Ren Zixian liked him so much that even he had the idea of wanting to stay with her longer.
Lin Qingsong is not an ascetic. Since he wants to live a good life with Ren Zixian, he will take care of Ren Zixian's emotions.
Although he only met Ren Zixian occasionally before letting him move to Jinhai.
But she fell in love with Lin Qingsong at first sight and waited for him in the small house for so long.
She was so obedient and soft. If she hadn't met him, she wouldn't have been abducted by someone and somewhere.
Lin Qingsong felt that Ren Zixian was like a puppy guarding his master's door. He just lay there waiting for his master to open the door and take a look at him.
At this time, the little turtle jumped in with a toy in its mouth, and the rubber ball rolled to Lin Qingsong's feet.
Lin Qingsong picked it up, and Xiao Gui looked at him expectantly, inviting him to play with him.
He touched the little Gui's head, picked it up and got into the bathroom.
While Ren Zixian went to cook, she happened to give Xiao Gui a bath.
Ren Zixian likes him so much that he doesn't even dare to ask Jian Fangshu after seeing his photo. If he doesn't explain to her today, she doesn't know where she will go to digest her emotions.
Lin Qingsong felt a little sorry for her. He had to admit that he just cared about her. She was so obedient and good.
Lin Kaifeng asked him to take Jian Fangshu home for the New Year, which reminded him.
There is no one left in Ren Zixian's family, except for a grandmother who is still in a nursing home. He will simply take her back to the Lin family during the Chinese New Year this year. Lin Kaifeng doesn't know how wonderful Lin Kaifeng's face will be by then.
Ren Zixian did not go downstairs to cook. She stood in the tea room. The tea room had a complete set of Chinese-style furniture. Not only did it have a complete set of huanghuali wood furniture, but there was also a huge wall-mounted museum shelf on which all the items of Ren Zixian were displayed. tea set.
Ren Zixian stretched out his hand and pulled out a brocade box from the bottom. The brocade box was entirely carved from wood, with leisurely landscapes painted on it, lifelike.
It's obviously on the bottom floor but there's no dust at all, which shows that Ren Zixian should take it out often to look at it.
With a click, the brocade box opened, containing a set of teapots.
The carcass is snow-white, and the snow-capped mountains can be seen in the light. Even a layman can tell that this is a rare treasure.
At the bottom of the pot where the signature is written, a line of small words can be seen faintly hidden in the light: Xuedi has her own leisure.
This was the gift Lin Xuedi originally wanted to give her, but he passed away before the gift could be delivered, and the gift was finally delivered to her hands.
Except for this tea set and the little gui, all evidence of her and Lin Xuedi's love had been erased.
If she hadn't still kept this teapot, she would have doubted whether Lin Xuedi had ever appeared in her life, and whether all this was just her imagination.
"Wait a minute, Xiaogui! Don't go in!" Lin Qingsong's voice suddenly sounded.
The wet white puppy slipped on its soles and rushed into the tea room, knocking over Ren Zixian.
Ren Zixian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively reached for the teapot, but it was too late.
With a crisp sound, the small white pot fell to the ground and fell to pieces.
Xiao Gui was so frightened that he even forgot to act coquettishly. Knowing that he had made a mistake, he shrank into a ball in fear.
"Sorry." Lin Qingsong held up a towel, "I'm giving it a bath..."
Of course he also saw the mistake Xiao Gui made: "Is it important?"
Ren Zixian squatted down and stared at the broken teapot fragments in a daze, the irregular fragments still spinning.
After Lin Qingsong asked again, Ren Zixian finally responded: "It's important, but it doesn't matter."
Although Ren Zixian said this, Lin Qingsong was not sure. He took a step forward and said, "I'll take care of it, don't move."
This should be a very important teapot, so it was put away so preciously, but Ren Zixian didn't say anything, and Lin Qingsong wouldn't ask even if he was curious.
Something has been done wrong, and all you have to think about is how to make up for it.
"No need," Ren Zixian said without looking back, "You can go out and I'll just clean up."
Ren Zixian was wearing pajamas, looking thin and lonely.
She was obviously not angry, but Lin Qingsong's mood was infinitely depressed, as if something was dragging his heart down.
She reached out to put the fragments in the box and looked up: "Why are you still here?"
Lin Qingsong stood there like a child who had done something wrong. After a moment, he said: "Which teacher's work is it? I'll buy it for you?"
Ren Zixian chuckled: "It doesn't matter, really. This teacher has passed away."
Lin Qingsong felt a little relieved and left with Xiao Gui in his arms.
Ren Zixian held the broken pieces of the bluish-white teapot, and blood pierced her palms. If Lin Qingsong looked carefully, she could see her slightly pale face.
Although Ren Zixian didn't say anything, Lin Qingsong still sent a message to Wang Qi, asking him to find a suitable white-body official kiln tea cup.
With the connections of the Zhu family, it is very fast to find such antiques. In just half a day, Wang Qi collected dozens of tea sets and sent them to Jinhai's villa.
"Is this sent by Lin Qingsong?" Ren Zixian asked.
"Yes," Wang Qi said, "There are many here that are similar to the ones that were broken. Keep the ones you like."
Ren Zixian did not cast his eyes on those beautifully packaged antique boxes.
"Look, if there's anything you like, it can be considered as my job."
Wang Qi had said so, and Ren Zixian could only take a cursory glance.
"This is a masterpiece from the Republic of China period," Wang Qi introduced one by one. "Although this is a modern work, it is also a rare masterpiece."
These things add up to at least 20 to 30 million, so let Ren Zixian choose as he pleases. Wang Qi had felt that Lin Qingsong was different from Ren Zixian before.
If other young lovers are unhappy, Lin Qingsong is very likely to give away such a valuable thing, it is still a treasure collected by the Zhu family.
It seemed that Lin Qingsong was more interested in Ren Zixian than he thought.
Ren Zixian was about to see off the guests when he was not in a good mood. Wang Qi picked up a sapphire tea cup and said, "Although this is not made by a famous artist, it is the only one that can only be smelled but not tasted." The tea set, if you find it strange, you can keep it and play with it."
Ren Zixian was not very interested at first, but at this moment he turned his head: "You said this is a teapot that can only be smelled?"
Wang Qi saw her interest and said quickly: "Yes, the seller specifically said that this teapot was not made for drinking tea, but to let people who don't drink tea get the smell of tea."
Stained with tea smell...
"Cultural relics and tea ceremonies and flower arrangements are all the same. Only by catching their breath can everything go smoothly." Lin Xuedi handed Ren Zixian a cup of hot tea with clear soup, "Look at this tea, it has a long and lingering flavor. Huitian, even if you don’t drink it, it’s okay to keep it by your side.”
Ren Zixian took the tea and drank it in one gulp: "Wouldn't it make the tea smell better if I drink it?"
Lin Xuedi smiled and disagreed: "Tea qi, tea qi, can only be felt when it is free and misty. If you really drink it and only keep it in your mouth and stomach, then what kind of qi is there?"
The book gambling faded away and the fragrance of tea was gone. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary...
Ren Zixian's eyes fluctuated: "Just keep this."
Wang Qi completed the task and asked people to move the other tea sets away.
As soon as he went out, Ren Zixian picked up the sapphire teapot.
The teapot body is thin and delicate, and the whole body is integrated. It can be said to be a rare masterpiece.
Ren Zixian let go of his hand and dropped the teapot to the ground.
