Chapter 210

After listening to the man's words, song Xijiao had mixed feelings, but she soon laughed it off. From today on, no matter how the Zhou family is, it has nothing to do with her. In this world, there are too many people who need her to do and care about. There is no extra energy to share with others.

Especially There are so many jobs on the table that have not been finished yet. If you don't hurry up to do the work, what do you want to do! Song Xijiao sat down in front of the table and began to concentrate on binding books.

Fortunately, with Zhang's help, the efficiency was doubled, but within a few days, the mountain like manuscripts on the table were rapidly reduced. Finally, they were cleaned up and delivered.

After clearing up the backlog of work, it can be said that it is nothing and light, even mood is much better.

The day began to drizzle, song Xijiao sat at the table, while turning over the account books and giggling. With Hu Que's support, we have developed a new group of guests. Recently, we have made a lot of money.

Although it's a little painful to give half of it to Hu que, the thought that the branch store in Huizhou will be opened soon, and she will have two account books to read, and the smile on the corner of her mouth can't help but ripple.

The breeze and drizzle outside the window, and the red buds of crabapple outside the attic are dotted. On such a day, it is most suitable to pick a few leaves of new tea and boil a pot of clear tea, which is tasteful and elegant.

She couldn't help but take out a pen and paper and paint the window. After drawing for a long time, I hold it up and have a look. It's not much different from the Impressionist Fauvism style. I'm shocked by myself He didn't have the talent for painting. He simply kneaded it into a ball and threw it away. Then he picked up the oil paper umbrella and prepared to go out to visit.

Inside the shop, the guys were leaning against the doorframe and looking at the drizzle. As soon as they heard the footsteps, they immediately took up the feather duster and pretended to be busy.

Song Xijiao jokingly said: "when you are alive, you can't neglect it. When there is no work, it is no harm to have a rest. "

On hearing this, the man immediately turned into a flower. It's good to work with Miss Song. He is considerate, gentle and generous. He is much better than those cruel and mean boss!

"I'll go out and take care of the store."

With that, she held up an oil paper umbrella, picked up the bag, and went to the bamboo house outside the city.

I've been back from Huizhou City for so long. I haven't made time to visit Hao Langzhong. Today, there was rain and there was no work. Finally, she got free. She had to send the special products that she bought from Huizhou to Shifu as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the rain was not big, and the ground outside the city was not covered with mud. Along the way, song Xijiao listened to the rustle of whispers sprinkled on the umbrella surface. She walked smoothly and hummed a tune.

When she was walking through a forest, she was surprised by the mushrooms all over the ground. She picked some mushrooms and put them into the bag. She planned to take them home to make soup. Suddenly, she heard the sound of horses' hooves behind her.

How can someone ride a horse in the wild on such a rainy day?

She raised her umbrella curiously and looked at the sound source. She saw a man wearing a coir raincoat and was riding a horse at a gallop!

"Wow

The horse has strong hooves, runs fast, and pouts its hooves. I'm afraid it won't die on the spot! Song Xijiao was startled, afraid of being hit by a horse, so she hid behind a big tree.

After a while, when the horse galloped near her, the man on the horse stopped the horse and yelled at her: "Miss Song, you Ji, please get on the horse!"

Fu Su woman in the fragrant building, Youji?

"What does she want from me?" Song Xijiao looked surprised and frowned with some insecurity, "and, how do you know I'm here?"

"There's no time to explain. You Ji is dying. Miss Song, get on the horse!"

No?

Hearing these three words, song Xijiao's eyes widened. She did not dare to write any more ink. She did not care about any men's and women's defense for a moment, so she got on her horse in a hurry.

Fortunately, the man in coir raincoat rode his horse to the gate of Jinzhou City and stopped. Song Xijiao was only allowed to sit on his horse with an umbrella. He was standing on the side of the horse and dragging the reins to the city.

He did not say a word, his face was dignified, and most of his face was always covered under his hat. Song Xijiao could only see his chin covered with mustache and his black hair wet by rain on his chest.

Originally, song Xijiao thought Youji came to see her doctor. How did you know that after entering the door, she was half leaning on the head of the bed, pale and bloodless, her eyes half closed and half open, and she was clearly in danger!

"She..."

The coir raincoat man took off his hat and showed his true face.

This man is about thirty years old. His face is full of vicissitudes. There is an obvious scar on his face. He looks terrible.

Song Xijiao looks at the man curiously. Although he seems to have experienced a lot, he has a chivalrous demeanor in his actions and manners. He doesn't seem to be a person who can enter or leave Hanxiang building. Where did Youji know such a man? Is it her benefactor?

"You Ji, Miss Song is here." The man gave a low, hoarse voice.

Youji, leaning against the head of the bed, slowly opened her eyes and looked over weakly. Seeing song Xijiao standing in the room, she waved: "Miss Song, come on, I have something to say to you."Song Xijiao went to the bedside and immediately lifted her eyelids to test her pulse. She was more sure that she had no effect on the medicine and stone and had no way to return to heaven.

Facing a dying man, song Xijiao didn't know what to say. Although she had only had a few encounters with this Youji, she still felt sad at the bottom of her heart that a living person was about to die in front of her.

"Thank you. Go out."

The man in coir raincoat seemed to have a twinkle in his eyes when he heard the speech, but he only gave her a cold glance, and then walked out of the room without hesitation, helped them close the door and stood at the door, guarding like a door god, and no one was allowed to disturb her.

When he left, Youji looked at Song Xijiao again and said with a faint smile: "Miss Song, you must be very strange. Why do I come to you. Actually, I feel very strange myself.

Last night, I had a dream that I was dead and soon forgotten, as if I had never been here. But there was a person who helped me burn paper money and read a poem for me during the Qingming Festival. Guess who is that person

Song Xijiao did not understand looking at her, tentatively asked: "I?"

You Ji nods.

"I was a vagrant from childhood, living under the fence, and I didn't have a happy day, but I was tortured, but I never cried. Only once, I didn't hold back tears, which was in front of you." She looked at Song Xijiao faintly, her eyes were moist again, "I know, I just met you by chance, entrusted to you the aftercare, in fact, is in trouble for you."

What happens after the entrustment? Song Xijiao could not take care of her sadness and said in a hurry: "I can't do anything later..."

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