Chapter 389

Song Xijiao's words, like a road of sultry thunder, all fried in Hu Que's heart.

What will he think when he dies?

What's the regret?

Is there nothing else but song Xijiao?

No He heard that the osmanthus wine in Yongzhou is very fragrant and mellow. He has always wanted to try it, but he has not found a chance. A familiar friend in the capital became his home and sent him a letter. He replied that he must go back to the capital to see what kind of wife he had found. Besides, he wants to join the army

So many things have not been done, how can he be decadent here, drunk life and death.

It's ridiculous that he is in his twenties, but he is not as clear as song Xijiao, who is just like Jingjing.

"Xijiao, I was wrong."

"Just know what's wrong! Wait here. "

"Wait? What do you do? "

"I'll make you something to nourish yourself." Song Xijiao sighed, "do you know why you are comfortable sleeping on the ground? Because you haven't eaten for several days, you have been drinking, your stomach and intestines are burned out, and you can only rely on cold to suppress. But in the long run, sooner or later you will collapse. "

She left the bedroom and went out.

The boy who had been listening secretly outside immediately came into the room and said with surprise: "young master, you are awake. I'll change a pot of hot tea for you. You can sit here and drink tea and wait slowly."

"Good."

His mind recovered, and his stomach was really hungry. He was almost in a bad mood for a while, and he just wanted to eat a big meal. Fortunately, song Xijiao didn't let him wait for a long time, and the room soon filled with fresh fragrance.

"You can't eat big fish and meat now, and you can't eat too much." Song Xijiao put the soup pot down, and put a small bowl and spoon in front of him, "eat the fish soup first."

Hu que didn't eat for several days, so he couldn't carry it any longer. He could not even look at it. He scooped up a bowl, blew it and put it into his mouth.

The fish soup is delicious and pleasant. The fish meat is smooth, and the tofu is extremely tasty. When he eats it, he immediately gives birth to a fresh flavor. He wolfes down the fish soup bowl by bowl, but in a moment, a large basin of fish soup has been eaten.

"I've taught the kitchen how to regulate your diet. When they do it, you can stop losing your temper and give it to me. I'm not persuading you as a friend, but as a doctor. Do you understand me?"

Hu que held the bowl, reluctantly poured the last mouthful of fish soup into the import, wiped his mouth and said, "don't worry, I've figured it out."

"You've figured it out?"

Hu que nodded.

"I'll tell you another piece of good news." Song Xijiao said with a smile, "I received a big order yesterday, and just brought us 15000 yuan in bamboo paper farm!"

"That's good."

Hu que faint smile, expression, but there is not much joy.

Song Xijiao was embarrassed to smile, knowing that although he said that he had figured it out, if he wanted to really come out, he waved his hand: "then I'll go home first. It's late. It's estimated that Zhong Chun has come back. You should eat well and sleep well. Don't drink alcohol! "

"Good."

Song Xijiao looked at his listless appearance, only deep sigh in her heart.

When she got home, the first thing she did was to catch shun'er and asked, "has Zhongchun come back yet?"

Shun'er said honestly, "uncle has come back early."

"Back early? How early is it? "

"For an hour."

“…… Did he ask me where I went

Shun'er said with a smile, "third miss, when Lady Wen saw you go to young master Hu, she told his wife, second lady and uncle in the early morning."

“……”

It's over!

Song Xijiao bit her lips and suddenly wanted to go straight to the bamboo paper mill and never come back.

She crept to the door of the inner courtyard and looked inside. Song Mu and Zhang were sitting at the table talking. Zhang's stomach was already very big. Song's mother looked at her more and more without ill will and love.

When Zhong Chun was not there, she ventured into the yard. As soon as she entered, Zhong Chun came out of the house, turning a file flexibly between her fingers and holding a wood carving in the other hand.

"Why, Zhongchun, what are you carving?" "He's more and more surprised to see his work on the giraffe

Zhong Chun glanced at her: "what is a giraffe?"

Song Xijiao was stunned. Yes, they had never seen a giraffe in this era. She hastened to remedy it: "it's a deer with a very long neck and yellow stripes. I saw it in the wild when I was a child."

Song's mother took the words and said with a smile, "what nonsense, when you were a child, you were held by Mu yuan every day. When you were a child, you didn't go out of the gate and didn't step forward. Where did you go to the wild?"

"I It's my big brother who took me secretly. I've really seen giraffes! ""I carved a portrait."

"People?" Song Xijiao was stunned and quickly changed her words, "you are really like a person, a person with a long neck, ha ha!"

"Like it?" Zhong Chun looked at her and asked again.

Song Xijiao immediately nodded, such as pounding garlic: "very much like!"

"I carved you."

"Ah? How can I be so ugly

Song Xijiao subconsciously called out. After that, she turned her eyes and laughed at Shangzhong Chun.

"Of course, maybe, occasionally, there will be ugly times."

Seeing her awkward and pitiful appeasement, Zhong Chun finally failed to resist and showed a smile. More than half an hour ago, he learned from shun'er that song Xijiao had gone to Hu que. He was really angry.

This woodcarving was used by him to vent his anger, so he deliberately made her face detestable.

But now seeing her like this, the anger in my heart dissipated in an instant, leaving only indescribable joy and sweetness in my heart. He looked up at the sky. It was very late.

The timing is also very ripe.

It's getting closer to the day he left

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, hoping that time would stop at this moment forever.

There is no need to face those intrigues and intrigues in the palace, hands no longer covered with blood, no need to remember those national hatred, only stay by song Xijiao's side, to see her busy every day, how to shout, harvest these tiny and ordinary happiness.

"Zhongchun, what are you thinking?"

Seeing that Zhong Chun suddenly stopped talking, song Xijiao was very upset because she was afraid that he would start a teacher to investigate the crime.

Zhong Chun put his big hand on her head and said with a smile, "don't Bang se, have a meal."

"Good!"

Song Xijiao saw that he did not investigate, did not blame, happily clapped her hands, immediately followed shun'er into the kitchen to clean up things.

Looking at her cheerful back, Zhong Chun gave a faint smile. He still remembered that when she had just changed her temperament, she still had two stable points. Now she is more and more like a child.

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