Xihe: "..."
Hey, she has such a bad temper that she really wants to beat him up.
Mr. Jiang exploded instantly, pointing at Xihe and glaring: "You little girl, I am your grandfather, why don't you roll your eyes again!"
Xihe wiped his face, turned around and entered the house neatly: "I will do it if you ask me to do it? Have you paid me?"
Mr. Jiang: "..."
He covered his heart and cried out.
Song Yu was startled and patted him on the back quickly: "Grandpa, are you okay? Come, follow me, take a deep breath..."
The noisiness didn't quiet down until the table was served, but the old man was also partial during the meal. He always gave Song Yu vegetables to ask him to eat more. When he saw Xihe taking vegetables, he told her that she ate too much.
When Xihe heard this, he immediately put the vegetables into the bowl. The old man was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.
Song Yu quickly comforted the old man and said that there was still more, and then coaxed him down. He was very tired after eating a meal.
After the meal, the old man went out for a walk. Xihe threw away the bowl and went back into the house. Song Yu sighed and stood up and washed the dishes.
Dong dong dong,
Song Yu raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Yue'er, can I come in?"
Xihe said 'hmm' and raised his voice: "The door is not closed."
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Song Yu's tall figure stood at the door. Behind him was the clean yard. He immediately saw the girl nestled on the bed, with a pink face, round eyes, and a red mouth.
Song Yu quickly lowered his head: "Why are you lying down? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Xihe took a bite of dried sweet potato and said, "No, just lie down if you want."
Song Yu: "..."
Thinking of what she wanted to say, she had no choice but to close the door and walk over: "Yue'er, I have something I want to talk to you about."
The house was still the same as when he left, empty, with a few bows and arrows hanging on the walls, furs and meats of various animals hanging on the beams, wooden cabinets, and plain quilts. The only difference was that there was a pink quilt on the bed. The little girl has a pair of small embroidered shoes under the bed.
I saw him staring blankly at his chest.
Xihe looked down and patted the sweet potato dregs away: "Is it gone?"
Song Yu's ears instantly turned red and he looked away. After a while, he said, "Why...are you wearing my clothes?" They were dusty and he had been wearing them for several years.
Xihe blinked: "I have no clothes, do you still want to wear them?"
Today he changed into a sapphire blue robe, black boots, and his whole body looked like a noble boy.
Xihe suddenly felt a little worried. Now she was a poor person, and her pocket was cleaner than her face.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be dissatisfied by coming to live with Mr. Jiang. After all, who is still a baby? She has to listen to other people's quarrels all day long. The key point is that she doesn't know where 009 is.
If she knew where her man was, she would definitely join him without a second thought.
The speaker doesn't mean it, but the listener takes it seriously.
Song Yu couldn't help but look up, and then he realized that the little girl had a bald head, only a silver hairpin tied her hair, and there was no bracelet on her white jade wrist. He still remembered the little girl's head full of pearls when they first met. Delicate and beautiful.
But in just a short time...
Song Yu softened her voice: "Don't worry. I asked my father. He said that he has been busy at home these past two days and will send someone to take you back in a few days."
"My mother was confused that day. She didn't really blame you. I also know that you are not that kind of person."
"Yue'er, you are still the young lady of the Song family, and you will always be."
Whether she is kind or malicious, as the person involved, no one knows better than him. Moreover, he believes that he will not see the wrong person. The magnanimity in her eyes is more straightforward than anyone else in the world. He believes in her.
Song Yu solemnly promised: "You will always be my sister."
Xihe leaned on the pillow and tilted his head to look at the man opposite him. He stood beside the bed with a serious look on his handsome face. In just a few days, he accepted everything calmly, good and bad, including the responsibilities given by this status. .
She smiled and arched her eyebrows: "You will always be my brother."
Song Yu smiled, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, with a sense of ease and comfort.
After reaching a consensus, the atmosphere became much more harmonious. Song Yu also discussed with Xihe to give way to the old man, because he was older, and said that he just had that temper, but there was no malice.
Seeing that Xihe looked bad, he hurriedly said: "Don't worry, your marriage will never be so hasty. I will definitely find you a husband who will satisfy you everywhere in the future."
Xihe hummed: "It doesn't matter if I don't have the right husband, but I have the final say on my marriage."
Song Yu naturally nodded repeatedly.
Because there were still things in the city, Song Yu had to leave on horseback after lunch. As soon as he left, Mr. Jiang immediately started to sigh again, but the man came back again that night.
Big and small bags, clothes, shoes, bedding, etc., a carriage full of them.
Xihe looked around and saw that most of them were used by the original owner. He even packed up Chuntao and said that he wanted to serve her: "I will wrong you for a few days for now, and we will go back home after two days."
Xihe blinked and looked at Chuntao, keenly noticing a hint of reluctance on the little maid's face.
She followed the good advice and said, "Okay, thank you, brother."
Chuntao's heart was filled with confusion. What kind of big brother, do you really think that you are a rich lady?
It was cold and freezing, and it was night again. Song Yu did not go back, but the old man squeezed into a bed and made do for the night. As for Xihe, holding Chuntao as a heater, he slept very soundly.
However, Chuntao couldn't sleep. One moment she felt that the room was smelly, and the other moment she disliked Xihe for sleeping like a dead pig. She fell into all kinds of beatings as soon as she got up early in the morning.
Xihe rubbed his eyes, got up, and found that Song Yu had left.
No wonder she thought.
Xihe didn't care at all whether the maid was happy or not. Anyway, she just had to work. It didn't matter if she didn't like it, but the more she acted like she was fine, the more unhappy Chuntao became.
What kind of broken settlement? Let her take care of you? Fuck you!
Throwing the veil down, he twisted his waist and returned to the room.
Mr. Jiang, who was eating, suddenly turned dark. He threw down his chopsticks and glared at Xihe: "Aren't you usually very fierce with me? Why are you so timid now? A maid is riding on your head! You have been doing this for more than ten years! Is this how you act as your master?"
Xihe buried his head in cooking: "There is no way, your granddaughter just doesn't have the ability."
Mr. Jiang pointed at her and said, "You, you, you", his nostrils were wide open, and he gasped with anger. Then he stood up, walked to the door, and kicked the door open: "Come out!"
Chuntao was startled. When she saw it was Mr. Jiang, she rolled her eyes and continued to lie on the bed.
Mr. Jiang was immediately furious. He looked around, picked up the wooden stick under the wall, and knocked on the door: "Can't you hear what my old man is saying? I said, get out!"
He had a fierce look and looked like he was rushing to hit someone, which really frightened Chuntao.
He got out of bed tremblingly: "What are you doing? I'm telling you, I'm from the Song family..."
Mr. Jiang slapped his stick: "I don't care whether you belong to the Song family or the Wang family, come over and kneel down! You're just a little girl, I can't cure you!"
