Chapter 52

Xu Qichen sat on a stool, holding a discarded brush holder in his hand, and gently stirred the charcoal fire in the basin.

Outside the window, the wind and snow had stopped, and the light of snow shining through the paper windows made the house bright.

He was very afraid of the cold, but he didn't expect to wear it in winter. In this era, there is neither floor heating nor air conditioning. People just want to sleep in the quilt, and they don't want to go anywhere else.

But at the thought of being killed by others in this world, Xu Qichen couldn't close his eyes and didn't feel down in his heart.

When the charcoal fire was burning more vigorously, he put out his hand and put it on the flashing fire. As he roasted his hands, he cleared his mind.

The first is the main task.

Sun Lin's death is the end of the original novel, and the calculation of the time line is more than half a year.

When his mother sun Mengdie was working in a paper mill, she met Xie rujun, the young master of Baicheng foreign company. They decided to have Sun Lin for life. But later, things were broken down. Master Xie attached great importance to the door. In order to break them up, he lied that he would take sun Mengdie to the Xie family to raise her baby. He forced Xie rujun to agree to study in France. After he left, he immediately drove sun Mengdie away.

When Xie rujun came back, he was told that his mother and son had died because of dystocia. Master Xie also ordered someone to show him sun Mengdie's grave, which made him die completely.

So The existence of Sun Lin is only clear to those who participated in the scam.

A cloud of sparks splashed on Xu Qichen's body in the charcoal basin. Xu Qichen stepped back, patted his long shirt, stood up, walked to the side of the mahogany desk and sat down.

Xie rujun, who missed sun Lin so much that he felt depressed and sick all the year round, finally died on the eve of Sun Lin's 18th birthday. Mingmatchmaker's wife also failed to give birth to a man and half a woman for him. In the eyes of outsiders, the fragrance of Xie's family was so broken.

Isn't it 18 years old this year? When Xu Qichen calculated, he felt uneasy.

Sun Lin was born in the early spring, and it's not a long time. When the only child of the Xie family dies, master Xie, who attaches great importance to inheriting his family, will come to the Song family to look for him.

Xu Qichen regretted that when the novel was first written, the structure was too big. When it came to the end of the novel, he had a serious illness and stayed in the hospital for a few days, which led to the end of the novel in a hurry. Many foreshadows were broken. Even who killed Sun Lin at the end of the novel was not clear. At the beginning, the readers still left various analysis messages in the comment area, thinking that he had made a breakthrough Open ending.

You cannot live by your own sin. Xu Qichen thinks that this sentence can be used as his life motto.

"0901, if the ending of the original text does not clearly point out the mastermind behind the scenes, does it mean that in this world, everyone has the possibility to kill Sun Lin?"

0901 replied: "yes, Mr. Xu, since you have not designated a murderer, we will not change your settings, so anyone is possible. In addition, I also need to remind you that the plot changes you make in this world may also affect the final murderer. "

Xu Qichen supported his forehead with his hands and put his fingers into his hair.

You know you're going to die, but you're not sure who's going to kill you.

It's too hard.

Forget it, I don't care about the main task. Anyway, as long as we follow the original plot, he won't be killed before his life experience is revealed.

What about the sub line mission?

Song yuanyan.

When he thought of what he looked like yesterday, Xu Qichen found it difficult.

If he is really Sun Lin, he will only follow this young master song wholeheartedly and feel that he is the kindest and most distressing person in the world.

But he was the original author, and he knew song yuanyan's character clearly in his heart.

This guy seems to be a delicate young master who is frail and sick. In fact, he is very resourceful and hard to deal with.

The most troublesome thing is his feelings for sun Lin. in the original text, he didn't love Sun Lin at all at the beginning. He just grew up together and used to stay with him.

In the later period of the novel, song yuanyan understood his feelings for Sun Lin for various reasons, so the emotional line of the novel was very weak, and it was not until the end that it was pierced.

This is not good. In the end, he is busy avoiding the crisis so that he won't be killed. How can he still have the heart to talk about feelings with him?

Let him like himself earlier. Xu Qichen tangled for a long time and came to such a conclusion.

"It's so hard..." At the thought of this, Xu Qichen had a headache, lying on the table and didn't want to get up.

As soon as he accidentally knocked down all kinds of brush containers, Xu Qichen quickly cleaned them up. He thought that he had practiced brush writing for one or two years when he was a child, but now he hasn't written it for decades.

Sun Lin is not a talent, and he has not learned to write for several years.

There is no character set bonus, just try to see if it's born by hand.

The inkstone was a little dry. Xu Qichen picked up the stone and polished it several times. Then he picked up a small wolf's hair and spread out a piece of paper with some ink.

What should I write?

People who write are often most used to writing their own names.Writing, just fell a point, hand in the air.

Xu Qichen thinks it's very inappropriate. The name doesn't belong to the world. It's too strange to write it. In case someone finds out

But the words beside the point has been ordered, looking strange uncomfortable.

Forget it.

With a strange mentality of abandoning oneself, the nib moved to the bottom of the point just now.

Point, horizontal hook, horizontal, vertical, skim, Na.

Hand slightly pause, completed a pretty finish.

Xu Qichen carefully studied the song character, quite satisfied, at least felt that his previous skills had not been lost.

But at the beginning of the point was to do side, write too far to the left, the whole layout is a mess.

Just finish the name.

Xu Qichen bent slightly, dipped in some ink, and finished the other two words.

Yuan Yan.

Just as he was about to put down his pen and enjoy his handwriting, the door was suddenly opened. Xu Qichen was so scared that he didn't hold it firmly, and the wolf fell to the ground.

It's not others who push the door. It's the real name on the paper.

Song yuanyan was wearing a gray woollen coat with a pair of plaid trousers. The white shirt with cotton was tucked into the waist of his trousers, and the legs of his trousers were tucked into a pair of polished riding boots. With his good-looking face, he was very rich.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing song yuanyan's voice, Xu Qichen immediately kneaded the paper on the table and hid it behind him, "nothing..."

"You are practicing calligraphy!" With a smile, song yuanyan came to the table and said, "show me what you have written."

Xu Qichen gave a dry smile, and his hand holding the paper ball was a little hot. "If you don't write well, don't read it."

Song yuanyan's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, "why don't you call me to see, you usually don't like this." He said with a sigh, "I'm afraid I don't have a sweetheart. I'll secretly trace her portrait in the room."

Song yuanyan's mind is too deep, Xu Qichen subconsciously wants to guess the tone of the young master's words.

"What are you staring at me for?" Song yuanyan looks at him across the table.

Xu Qichen just took back his eyes, "nothing."

Song yuanyan touched his face, "is there anything on my face?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "No."

After hearing this, song yuanyan raised his mouth and said, "well Do you think I look good? "

Song yuanyan put his hands on the table and came closer to Xu Qichen's face.

The distance was suddenly narrowed. Xu Qichen subconsciously stepped back. Looking at his clear eyes, he replied: "good looking..."

Song yuanyan seems to be very satisfied with this answer, small tiger teeth proud to show, finally added a sentence, "you are also very good-looking."

Xu Qichen was a little uneasy. He could not explain why. He was in a trance when song yuanyan grabbed his arm and grabbed the paper in his hand.

Bad.

I was fooled by him.

Seizing the paper, song yuanyan has stepped back a few steps and hastily unfolded the crumpled Shengxuan.

Xu Qichen was a little worried, but it was nothing else. Writing his name was not the original intention, so it would not cause a big misunderstanding. So I thought I was going to grab the paper. Unexpectedly, I only chased him two steps, but the other side bent down and coughed.

Xu Qichen quickly came forward and patted him on the back, "are you all right, young master?"

Song yuanyan cat back in the past, still coughing, "water I want to drink water... "

"Wait a minute, I'll get you some tea." Xu Qichen turned to look for the teapot. He was about to pour the teapot. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He put the teapot down. He happened to see song yuanyan sitting next to the charcoal pot. He opened the paper like a man who had nothing to do and looked at the fire carefully.

Sure enough

Xu Qichen clenched his fist and went over. He grabbed the paper he had seen and threw it into the charcoal basin. Who would have thought that song yuanyan fished out the paper that had been lit, put it on the ground, stamped out the fire with his golden boots, then picked it up, patted it with his hand, folded it and put it in his arms.

"How can you do that? You're not burning words."

What happened to me? You lied to me. Xu Qichen said in his heart.

When song yuanyan saw that Xu Qichen didn't speak, he came to him with a smile and said, "when did you write so well, you must have practiced secretly for a long time, didn't you?"

Xu Qichen shook his head and did not speak.

Song yuanyan laughed again, "why do you want to write my name?"

Xu Qichen sighed, "if I say it's careless, do you believe it?"

"Do you think I believe it?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I knew you didn't believe it."

Song yuanyan was very happy. He didn't care what the reason was. He patted his chest, and the sound of paper rubbing could be heard faintly. "Anyway, I gave it to him.""My name, although it's hard to pronounce, is pretty nice to write." Song yuanyan looked at Xu Qichen with slightly curved eyes.

Speaking of his name, Xu Qichen subconsciously avoided his eyes and only changed the topic, "what's the matter with young master coming here?"

Song yuanyan stretched his waist. Although he was a sickly person, he was still half a head taller than sun Lin. "it's really something. My mother arranged several appointments for me to meet at Deming hotel. She said that she was afraid of my problems and asked you to accompany me."

Going on a blind date with you?

It seems that I really don't like it if I am allowed to follow so generously.

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "can I not go?"

Song yuanyan thought he didn't believe it, "you ask your mother, it's her who let you go." His foot gently kicked the charcoal basin. "If you don't go, it's just right. I won't go either."

Xu Qichen sighed, "let's go." Then he tried to push the door, but song yuanyan pulled his arm. Xu Qichen looked back and saw that he lowered his head, took off the black cashmere scarf around his neck and handed it over. "It's snowing outside. It's much colder than yesterday."

Xu Qichen hesitated for a moment, "I'm ok, young master is not well yet..."

But song yuanyan smilingly took the scarf, a circle for him around, "with your long shirt, also very good-looking." Then he straightened Xu Qichen's skirt and said, "let's go."

The car had already been prepared at the door. Before leaving, she met Mrs. song, who was about to go out to play cards. Mrs. song stopped. When song yuanyan came over, she gathered up his coat for him. Seeing that his collar was empty, she glanced at Xu Qichen behind him. She knew clearly, so she called mother Zhang, "go and get another scarf for the young master."

"Mother, I'm not cold."

Mrs. song glared at him and said angrily, "yesterday I coughed like that. Today I'll freeze my throat again. You're not angry. I'm not finished."

Song Yuan smiles and lets his wife wrap another scarf around him.

Xu Qichen looked on, but there was no fluctuation in his heart. Song yuanyan opened the door and went in. Just as he was about to follow, he was grabbed by Mrs. song's hand full of jewels and immediately stood up straight and turned around.

"Ah Lin." She took care of Xu Qichen's scarf, spread it out and tied a knot again. "Later, you'll pick up a little master. I carefully selected the girls I met, especially the last miss he. Please serve me some snacks."

Xu Qichen was uncomfortable when he chose this word, but he also understood each other's Motherly heart, so he said with a smile, "OK, madam."

There was a layer of white fog on the car window. Xu Qichen put out his hand to wipe it, and gazed at the scenery from the small transparent place. This was the first time he really saw the folk scenery of the Republic of China.

There are hawkers, flower girls, boatmen who are going to the dock in their jackets, and men, women and children waiting outside the stage.

It's so lively.

"What are you looking at? So lost. "

Xu Qichen turned his head and looked forward, "No." At a glance, Yu Guang looks at Song yuanyan. He seems to be busy doing something. In his hand, he is holding a delicate small box with a picture of the female stars of this era printed on it. From a distance, he can smell a fragrance.

I wanted to ask, but I didn't think it was good, so I kept silent.

Maybe it's a gift for a girl?

If you think about it carefully, there is a blind date in the original text. In the end, miss he seems to have become his fiancee.

Thinking of this, Xu Qichen looked at Song yuanyan.

The other party didn't take the small box this time, but folded a handkerchief, stuffed it in the pocket above the coat, and then gave him a smile.

It's eye shaking. Xu Qichen turned his head.

When the car drove into the French concession, there were more European style buildings. The car slowly drove into a French style iron porch and stopped in front of a circular fountain.

Song yuanyan opened the door and went down. Xu Qichen was about to probe out when he saw a pair of hands with leather gloves stretched out in front of him.

It's not a girl. Xu Qichen did not reach out his hand, he came out, "young master this gentleman demeanor, or leave it to wait for the ladies."

He walked with his right leg limping. He was not used to it and almost didn't stand firm. Then he understood song yuanyan's intention.

Song Yuan said with a smile and withdrew his hand. "How can I feel that your words just now sound sour?"

Xu Qichen looked at him, "young master's illusion."

Two people walked into the hotel side by side. The head manager saw song yuanyan from a distance. He immediately put on a smiling face and said, "Yo, Sishao, what brings you here today."

Song yuanyan nodded and said with a smile, "my mother has reserved a seat. Please show me."

The foreman repeated two times, and then turned back to call a man, "new comer, go and get the booking book."

A hairy boy in a hotel uniform trotted over with a book and handed it to the foreman manager. The manager rummaged, "found it, private room on the second floor." Then he closed the book with a slap, "ladies and gentlemen, please."Song yuanyan went ahead, and Xu Qichen followed him.

Just now that hairy boy dragged the foreman manager, whispered in the back and asked: "the four young people are following..."

The foreman slapped the boy on the head, "cut the crap and pour the tea!"

The boy touched his head and said, "just as he was about to leave, he was dragged back by the head manager." when I pour tea later, I'll be more respectful to that one. "

"Isn't that a servant?"

The foreman glared at him, "yes It's not. Anyway, just call it when you go back. "

The new comer has a embarrassed expression, "what are you calling..."

The foreman's eyes turned, "brother Lin."

After entering the private room, song yuanyan felt a little hot and sweated. He took off his coat. The little girl who was waiting was about to hang it up, but song yuanyan stopped, "no, it's good to put it on the sofa."

When Xu Qichen looked at him, he always felt that there was a problem.

Maybe it's too clear about this person's nature, preconceived, how to see, how to have a problem.

It's already past lunch time, and the lady who must have come is not here for dinner. Song yuanyan only ordered a pot of dragon well, cocked his legs and looked at Xu Qichen, "sit down."

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I stand very good."

"What's the matter with you?" song yuanyan tugged him on the sofa. "Who in the whole Jiangqu city doesn't know our relationship, and who cares about the etiquette."

Xu Qichen also has no way, was pulled by him for a long time, who knows the door came knocking, Xu Qichen quickly stood up, looked at.

At the door stood a young girl in a mink fur cloak. She had a triangular bangs on her forehead and was pure in appearance. The maid who followed her took down the cloak for her, revealing her elegant dress.

The young lady came in, and song yuanyan stood up very gentlemanly to welcome her until she came to the opposite sofa.

"Miss Zhang, please have a seat."

As soon as the other party saw song yuanyan, he lowered his eyebrow and said in a low voice, "young master song has been waiting for a long time."

"No harm," song yuanyan also sat down, his voice was gentle and calm. "I heard that Miss Zhang's ancestral home is Jiangzuo. I think she should like to drink Longjing. I ordered a pot of tea on my own. I don't know if the tea here is suitable for Miss Zhang."

Miss Zhang showed a pair of shy pear vortex at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes could not be separated from Song yuanyan's face.

Xu Qichen glanced at Song yuanyan and said in his heart, "if you don't say whether the tea is agreeable or not, I'm afraid people are agreeable.".

The other party is a quiet girl. Song yuanyan is very good at speaking. A few words make the girl smile. But the more so, the more wrong Xu Qichen feels.

How could it be that way.

Do you like this kind of lady? That would be difficult.

"I heard that young master song was ill some time ago. I don't know if he is better."

Song yuanyan was stunned, and his face showed a disguised look, deliberately smiling, "long recovered, little cold, the rumors outside are exaggerated, Miss don't want to believe."

Miss Zhang hid her face and said with a smile, "I think it's their nonsense."

"Yes, I can't compare with the master of the martial arts school, but I'm a seven foot man. My body is..." Song yuanyan was just talking about his excitement when he coughed. The more he coughed, the worse he coughed. He held Xu Qichen's long shirt tightly in one hand.

"Young master song, take a sip of tea and press it down." Opposite Miss Zhang slightly up, a face of concern.

It's finally starting.

Song yuanyan waved his hand, still coughing endlessly. His face turned red. He was about to pick up the tea in front of him, but with a shake of his hand, he knocked over the cup and the tea ran all over the table. One hand clung to Xu Qichen's long shirt, the other hand groped in his coat, turned out his handkerchief and covered his coughing mouth.

"Master song..."

Miss Zhang's face changed slightly, and it was difficult to speak. She looked at Xu Qichen.

What can Xu Qichen do? In order not to make Miss Zhang feel that the servants of the Song family are also very strange, he had to bend down and pat song yuanyan on the back symbolically, and said without emotion: "young master, be careful."

Song yuanyan coughed a few times and took away his handkerchief. It was dyed bright red, and the corner of his mouth was also dyed red.

This scene scared Miss Zhang to lose her face. She covered her mouth and exclaimed, "is this, is this hemoptysis? Master song... "

Song yuanyan's eyes also showed a trace of panic, and then quickly hid the handkerchief under the table, "it's OK, it's not blood, miss, don't worry."

I don't know. Pick up the dress.

Xu Qichen had no waves in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

Miss Zhang, however, honestly fell out of her way. She looked at Song yuanyan's blood red on her lips. She was really frightened. After drinking all the tea in her cup, she whispered: "Mr. Song and Mr. Song, it just occurred to me that I had to accompany my mother to make clothes for my hometown in the afternoon. It's really not good..."

Song yuanyan said, "is Miss Zhang going to leave now?"

Miss Zhang got up and nodded, "sorry, thank you for your tea today." Then he left the table, walked two steps and turned around, with a worried look on his face. He added, "young master, please take care of yourself."Song yuanyan looked at Miss Zhang with a reluctant face. Until the other party came out of the room, he sat down again. He looked at Xu Qichen and began to smile.

I can still laugh. Xu Qichen sighed.

"Sit down." Song yuanyan once again dragged Xu Qichen onto the sofa. Xu Qichen was really tired. This time, he didn't resist. He had the right to be at half-time.

"Don't you worry about me?" Song yuanyan puts his face close to Xu Qichen, but Xu Qichen's hand pulls out the handkerchief he is holding from the table and waves it in front of song yuanyan.

A fragrance of flowers was in the air.

Song Yuan said with a smile, "I know I can't hide it from you."

Xu Qichen stretched out his finger, stained it with the red color on his handkerchief, and twisted it open with his fingertips.

"Thanks for your imagination, use osmanthus oil to turn out Rouge cream."

Song yuanyan picked his eyebrows with pride. The rouge on his lips made Xu Qichen go away and think about the last world.

"I'm in a daze again."

Xu Qichen put the handkerchief away, "don't scare people any more." Then he glanced at the table, and there was no tissue or anything.

So he pulled his sleeve, one hand holding song yuanyan's chin, the other hand pulling his sleeve to wipe off the rouge on his mouth, "I don't know, I thought you had tuberculosis, then there will be more gossip outside."

Song yuanyan suddenly grabbed Xu Qichen's hand, "so what?"

Xu Qichen was stunned.

It's too close. It's too close.

"It's always bad to be misunderstood." Xu Qichen released the hand that held song yuanyan's chin.

"I'm not afraid of misunderstanding."

Xu Qichen wanted to say something else. Suddenly he heard something falling at the door. Looking back, he saw a young lady with beautiful curly hair and a beige woolen suit squatting on the ground, picking up a small wine red leather bag. Her face was very embarrassed.

Xu Qichen immediately realized and stood up from the sofa.

Say misunderstanding, misunderstanding will come.

However, this young lady also came too early

Song yuanyan said with a smile, "you are Miss Lin."

Miss Lin's face was a little red, but different from Miss Zhang just now, "yes."

Xu Qichen looked at this young lady's red ears and thought about their posture from the angle of the door.

It's too ambiguous.

"Please come in."

"No Miss Lin stepped back, her face a little disdain, "I was interested in master song, so I specially arrived ahead of time, but now it seems that we are not suitable, I will go back to explain to my mother."

Proud is proud, but also quite simply.

Song yuanyan picked his eyebrows and laughed. He leaned on the sofa and watched Miss Lin leave.

Xu Qichen sighed and became his accomplice.

All of a sudden, the two girls who came for a blind date ran away.

There were only two of them left in the private room. Song yuanyan lazily took out a pocket watch from his arms and said, "Oh, it's only 4:10 in the afternoon. The last lady's appointment is half past five. It's enough to wait. " Then he called the waiter, "serve some delicious snacks here."

The little girl was a little embarrassed. "Young master, we have a lot of snacks here. What kind do you want?"

Song yuanyan thought, "as sweet as possible, I will eat sweet."

Xu Qichen glanced at him and happened to look at Song yuanyan. He gave him a smile and curved eyebrows. "Sit down, let's eat and wait."

Xu Qichen sat opposite him this time, but he didn't eat much at noon. Now she was really hungry. The little girl quickly brought some exquisite cakes. Song yuanyan piled them up in front of Xu Qichen, "eat this, this plum blossom cake is specially made by the pastry master of Suzhou in their hotel. It's fragrant and waxy, and this, this Longjing crisp..."

Xu Qichen looked at the man across the table and couldn't say what he wanted to say.

"Don't you want to eat these?" Song yuanyan clapped his hands again, and the one who came back was the boy who had just handed the book downstairs. He nodded and bowed.

"Do you have anything special for today?"

Boy Mao scratched his head. "Today Today is the winter solstice... "

On hearing this, Xu Qichen suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and waved to him. When the boy saw it, he immediately went over and said with a flattering smile, "brother Lin, what do you want?"

Xu Qichen motioned for him to listen to him, and the boy stooped to get close to him. Xu Qichen said softly, and he nodded repeatedly with a simple smile, "I know, you wait."

On one side of his head, I see song yuanyan. I don't know whether it's his illusion or something. I always feel that the young master's eyes are not very friendly.

"What's the matter with you?"

Song yuanyan murmured back, "it's not so bad."

"Where's the pain?"

Song yuanyan lay sick on the table and didn't reply.

He began to pretend to be ill again. Xu Qichen thought that he put a piece of Longjing crisp in his mouth. It was delicious."Is it delicious?"

Xu Qichen nodded, "OK."

Song yuanyan was still lying on his stomach, but he just tilted his head and put the tip of his chin against the back of his hand

Xu Qichen originally asked him to do it by himself, but when he saw his eyes, he felt familiar with it, but he didn't have the heart to do it.

So he put out his finger, took a small piece of Longjing crisp, half got up and sent it to song yuanyan.

The other side raised his mouth, opened his mouth contentedly and ate the cake in his hand. His lips intentionally or unintentionally contained his index finger for half a second.

Xu Qichen was stunned and drew back his hand.

The fingertips are wet.

After a while, the hairy boy came in with a smile, holding two delicate small porcelain bowls in his hands and putting them on the table, "you've been waiting for a long time."

Xu Qichen smiles at him, "thank you. Go ahead."

"All right."

There was a hot mist on the edge of the bowl. Song yuanyan straightened up and took a look. There were five white and fat dumplings in the bowl.

"Why do you eat this?"

"At the winter solstice, don't we eat dumplings here?" Xu Qichen picked up the spoon and said, "have a taste."

Hearing this, song yuanyan took a bite from a dumpling with a spoon.

Black sesame stuffing came out of the white glutinous dumpling skin.

Song yuanyan didn't like the taste very much. He was so flustered that he put the remaining half of the dumplings back into the bowl, drank a cup of tea and pressed them.

Watching Xu Qichen eat with relish, "you like to eat this stuffing."

"Yes." Xu Qichen couldn't hold down his smile. The tip of the spoon pierced a white dumpling. Inside, there was a sweet smell of black flowing heart.

"I like this stuffing best."

Song yuanyan was stunned, silent, and took another sip of tea.

You come and I go for a few rounds. It's hard to say who wins and who loses.