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"Sister, sister." Drowsily, Song Weichen opened her eyes with difficulty as she kept hearing someone calling her and holding her hand.
"Sister, you are finally awake!" The speaker was a five or six-year-old little girl, thin and small, with big eyes, looking at her expectantly.
A line of tears fell from the corner of Song Weichen's eyes. He lay on the bed and stretched out his arms. The little girl jumped up and hugged her tightly.
"Good boy, you scared me to death."
The little baby raised his head with a puzzled look on his face, "Sister, you obviously scared Bao'er to death. You look even sicker than me. You can't wake me up no matter what."
She pointed behind her, "Sister Guyu said that I went to the mountains to see my mother that night and got sick from the night dew. I have been sleeping here for several days and my family is worried about it. So she will send me home first and wait for my sister to recover." Come and play with me now."
"Gu Yu...?"
Just as he was about to speak, Guyu came closer and said, "Miss Sangpu, this servant is the maid in the venerable house. Master Si Chen temporarily asked the maid to come over to serve the girl. The venerable also specifically explained before that he and the girl are old friends, so you have If you have any needs, please feel free to ask, Gu Yu will do his best."
Song Weichen looked around and realized that she was in Wuqingju at the moment. By the way, Bao'er called her sister. She took a look at herself and realized she was not wearing a white robe.
"Gu Yu, please send Bao'er home happily, and remember to bring her the remaining chestnut cakes."
Guyu responded, but was a little surprised. How did this girl know about the chestnut cake? It seems that he is really closely related to the adult in his house.
"Sister, I'll go home first. You must come and see me." Bao'er said sweetly.
Song Weichen stroked Bao'er's hair affectionately, "Okay, Bao'er, don't worry. In the future, your brothers and sisters in Sichen Mansion will support you, and your little girl will never dare to bully you again."
Bao'er nodded and clung to Song Weichen affectionately for a while, before Gu Yu reluctantly took her away.
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After they left, the room became quiet again.
Song Weichen closed her eyes, thinking about Xiu Niang's eyes when she looked at Bao'er. She couldn't help but think of her parents and the home she would never go back to. She couldn't help but shed tears again. She didn't bother to wipe them and let them drip onto the pillow. .
A brocade handkerchief touched his eyes softly, and a gentle and familiar voice said, "Why are you crying again? It's really made of water."
Upon hearing this voice, Song Weichen cried even harder, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I want to go home, can you help me go home..."
Mo Tingfeng saw her crying and was confused for a moment. In his memory, this little girl didn't seem to have cried much. She didn't cry when she was in danger, she didn't cry when she was misunderstood and bullied, and she didn't cry when she was seriously injured. Why did she cry now? Human, he could only pick her up, hold her in his arms and coax her.
"Stop crying Weiwei, can I give you a home?"
Song Weichen couldn't listen at all. She was immersed in her homesickness and parents due to the compensatory psychology of Bao'er finally coming home. She cried until she collapsed and fell into a drowsy sleep.
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Song Weichen, who was sleeping, had a long dream.
Just when she was feeling tired, there was a knocking sound outside the door, and the faint voice of a servant came, "Girl, Mr. Mo is here to visit and said he would like to invite you to see the venue for the sacrificial ceremony."
Um? Mr. Mo? When she opened her eyes in a daze, she seemed to have become Sang Pu in the dream. At noon, it was the quietest time of the day in a place like this courtyard, and she was lazily leaning on the beauty's bed and taking a nap.
"If I don't want to go, I still have to ask my mother to allow me to go out. I can play music anywhere, no need to worry about the venue." Sang Pu closed his eyes again and spoke lazily.
"Mom has already said hello. Miss Sangpu can go out with me at any time." Mo Tingfeng's voice came from outside the door.
She opened her eyes and stared at the roof with a cold expression. She didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she got up and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was the handsome young man, dressed in navy blue and jade-colored clothes. His eyes were full of smiles, like the breeze and the bright moon. There was no trace of worldliness in his body. He was clearly from two different worlds.
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"Young master came uninvited and made his own decisions for me. You can see that he is a knowledgeable person. He knows that people like us can't even be our own masters." Sang Pu smiled at Mo Tingfeng and said, "What a shame." It's chilly inside.
After speaking, regardless of Mo Tingfeng's reaction, he twisted his waist back into the house and half-leaned back on the bed.
Mo Tingfeng was not annoyed and followed him into Wuqingju. The servant closed the door and left. He walked to the chair next to the beauty's bed and sat down, still looking at Sang Pu with a smile.
"Girl, have you ever played hut?"
I didn't expect him to ask such a question without any reason, with a puzzled look on his face, "Huh?"
"If you want to hit the pot when throwing an arrow, there is a trick. When throwing an arrow, don't focus on the mouth of the pot, but look farther away. This way, the chance of the thrown arrow being thrown into the pot is greater."
Sang Pu leaned on his side and propped up his chin with his hands, with a "so what?" expression on his face.
"So I won the pot today."
Mo Tingfeng smiled, "My purpose is just to see the girl. It doesn't matter whether I go out or not. It's just a little bit of perspective when throwing arrows."
Sang Pu also smiled when he heard this. Her smile was very beautiful, but it was a pity that it was as short-lived as a night-blooming cereus.
"Since you said that, I have to go out and make you miss the pot."
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"Why don't we actually play a game of hut? The girl can write down the things she wants to do but hasn't done yet. Whatever she hits, we will achieve it." He suggested.
"Mr. Mo, won't spending so much time here with me delay the business?" Of course she knew that time was precious to people like them, unlike her, the most indispensable thing was time.
"Important things are all compared. For Mo, Sang Pu is my most important business." He looked very serious.
"Okay, let's play pot throwing."
For the first time, she showed some hope, "As long as it's something I want to do, you'll help me realize it, but really?"
"You used a sentence from the Tao Te Ching to point me out before, saying, 'A husband who makes a promise will be distrustful.' So this time, I won't make a promise, and we'll just take action." His eyes were firm and full of affection.
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While Mo Tingfeng and the boy were preparing the pot equipment, Sang Pu was at the table thinking about what he wanted to do but had not done yet. She has not put pen to paper, not because she wants to do too few or too many things that she has never done, but because in her previous life, no one has ever asked her the question "What do you want to do?" She has always been arranged The good one has no choice, and lives every day without any personal thoughts - although in the eyes of her mother and other girls, she has too many choices, "it is nothing more than being pampered and arrogant, and being spoiled."
Finally, she picked up a pen and carefully wrote down eight things on the eight pieces of paper required for throwing pots, and folded them carefully. Her meticulous look even carried a certain kind of piety like a believer.
Only she knew that in these eight pieces of paper, there was a life that she could never ask for.
