Chapter 143

"Miss Song, you don't know that our childe doesn't love these fragrance. In addition to borneol in the warehouse, there are a lot of precious aromatherapy. The young master has never used it. "

Hearing song Xijiao's words, Qingfeng chimed in again.

Song Xijiao sat down beside the bed, comforted the old man and said, "you don't have to say thank you. When Zhou Yuanli left that day, he had already given me silver cakes and promised me a promise. In the future, I'm sure there will be something to trouble him

The old man nodded with a smile: "that child is a promise I will never break my promise... "

Although the old man was cured temporarily, song Xijiao was worried.

She took Ling Ziqing and Qingfeng to the outside room and said to Ling Ziqing, "young master Ling, the old man's illness is in some trouble, so we should take good care of it."

She just mentioned it briefly, but Ling Ziqing understood her meaning very quickly, nodded and said, "don't worry, I'll send someone to pick up two smart servant girls from Chuang Tzu in the suburbs."

Hearing this, song Xijiao also showed a rare look of surprise: "young master Ling, I only say one, you will know the second. No wonder the whole Jinzhou people admire you so much. You are so smart. "

Ling Ziqing was amused by her and shook her head: "other people's mind, I am too lazy to guess, also disdain to guess, but your mind, it is not to guess, you are clearly written on the face."

"No way." Song Xijiao covered her face and thought that she was full of ghost ideas. When did it appear on her face?

Ling Ziqing raised her finger with a smile and pointed at her eyebrow: "your mind is not here, but in your eyes."

Eyes? Song Xijiao blinked, did you?

With Ling Ziqing's consent, song Xijiao was relieved.

She told the old people how to treat them one by one and told them more about getting out of bed and doing activities. Then she came to the yard and looked up. The sun was setting and it was getting dark again.

I'm really busy every day. I don't know how many things to do every day.

But fortunately, everything is on the right track.

When she left lingfu, song Xijiao decided to give herself two days off. She didn't want to do anything and was not busy. She just stayed at home, accompanied her family and relaxed herself.

When she got home, she found that Zhong Chun had not come back, so she wanted to make something delicious before he went home. Who knows just light fire, the courtyard rang out Zhongchun and Song Mother's voice. Then, the kitchen door was creaked and pushed open. Song's mother came in and said with a smile, "OK, I'm busy here. Zhongchun has something to look for you. Go and have a look."

Song Xijiao is stunned. What can I do for her?

This is rare!

She immediately put down the firestick in her hand and ran into the yard in a hurry.

Just as the setting sun sank down the mountain, the last glimmer of light still glimmered in the sky. With this warm light, I saw the yard covered with snow-white gardenia flowers, fragrant, just like a sea of fragrant snowflakes.

Zhong Chun leaned against the gate, holding his arm and smiling at her. This smile is different from the previous smile, with three points of expectation, three points of teasing, the rest is spoiling.

"What is this?" Song Xijiao looks at the flowers on the ground and the people at the door. She is full of question marks, but her heart is sweet.

Zhong chunlang said in a voice, "come here, I'll talk to you."

"In the past?" Song Xijiao looks at the white flowers and petals under her feet. How can she get there? It's a pity to step on these flowers!

Seeing that she was reluctant to step on these flowers, Zhong Chun said again, "come here, don't be too careful. It's their honor that these flowers can be trampled on by you."

What and what!

Song Xijiao is funny, but seeing that he has said so, he is no longer affectation, carrying a long skirt, stepping on flowers, step by step toward him. This flower road is not long, but song Xijiao feels that she has walked for a long time before she finally reaches his side.

She raised her face, still full of curiosity, but could not help but joy: "what the hell are you doing?"

"Do you know what day it is?"

What day? Song Xijiao thought, today is the eighth day of April, what day? Looking at Zhong Chun's smiling black eyes, he tentatively asked, "when did I become a teacher?"

Just then, a brain shot on her forehead.

"Woo!" Song Xijiao covered her forehead and looked at him wrongly, "Oh, you don't have to be a fool. What day is it?"

"Stupid, on the eighth day of April, what day have you not remembered yet?" Zhong Chun said, see her still ignorant blink that pair of round rolling eyes, helpless way, "today is your birthday."

"What!" Song Xijiao's big eyes, today is song Xijiao's birthday? I almost forgot.

It's right to say that this birthday is hers, and it's not her. However, song Xijiao thinks that since she and song Xijiao have become one person because of this fate, then this day is worth commemorating.

In this era, most people don't celebrate birthdays, because it's a day of birth for a child, but it's a good Friday for a mother. Therefore, in addition to longevity for the elderly and children over 100 years old, others only eat a bowl of longevity noodles on this day at most.Let's take the date of birth of chestnuts last year. We just received wood carvings from Zhong Chun and dishes made by song Xijiao.

However, song Xijiao was moved by Zhong Chun's celebration of her birthday in spite of the common customs. Although this day was not her own birthday, she knew that it was also Zhong Chun's special birthday.

As soon as song Xijiao's nose was sour, tears filled her eyes. She put her arms around his waist and buried her face in his arms.

Just want to say something, suddenly feel the hair bun move, she raised her hand in doubt to touch, listen to the top of the head sounded a voice: "don't move."

When she looked up, she saw Zhong Chun holding a hairpin carefully and inserting it into her hair bun. Today is her birthday, so we can't mess up her hair like the flower arrangement on that day.

After the hairpin is inserted, Zhong Chun looks down at her. He looks at her with a peach blossom face and a peach pink silver hairpin. It is really peach blossom that reflects people, and people reflect peach blossom, which makes him unable to move his eyes.

"Good looking."

Zhong Chun uses his fingers to hook up her delicate red cheek and slowly approaches her red lips. He looks at her eyelashes, which are nervous and expectant, like butterfly wings. He smiles gently, closes his eyes and kisses her lips.

After returning to the room, by candlelight, song Xijiao looked at herself in the mirror. She was really insatiable.

In the past, Zhong Chun is more and more concerned about her facial features, especially her facial features.

Is that what women do for themselves?

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