Song Yaoyao fell into a deep sleep, and the dream was full of strange things, sometimes it was the face of her parents and brother, and sometimes it was Huo Yunque's face.
Intertwined together, she once thought they were people living in the same world.
When I woke up, the tears at the end of my eyes had dried up.
She rubbed her eyes and heard the sound of birds flying outside the window.
Song Yaoyao crawled over and opened the curtains, and pushed open the window.
In the distance, I saw a thin figure holding a big broom for cleaning, cleaning the fallen leaves in the yard alone.
Those ginkgo trees and maple trees, after a rain, many withered and yellow leaves were knocked down. It looks more and more lonely in winter.
"Huo Qi?"
Song Yaoyao scratched her head, lay down by the window curiously and yelled, "Hey! Huo Qi!"
The dejected Huo Qi looked up, and saw the little girl lying on her stomach by the window, wearing pink and white plush pajamas, she was very cute.
"Huo Qi, why are you cleaning today? Where are the others?"
I usually see a lot of servants, but today there is only Huo Qi alone.
And he is not the servant in charge of cleaning.
Huo Qi showed a smile that was more like crying, "Sir gave them a holiday, and today I will clean the whole house."
Song Yaoyao: "Wow!"
She blinked, marveling.
There was a knock on the door behind her, she slid down the bay window, and waved at Huo Qi, "Then go for it! Go for the duck!!"
The person was no longer visible, and he vaguely saw a small pink fist waving, as if to cheer up.
Huo Qi: "..."
So you just leave? !
fall!
There is a layer of fog on the glass outside the window, and the morning light is faint.
The man sat by the window, the light resting on his shoulders. Wearing rimless glasses, a clean camel turtleneck sweater exudes a gentle and gentle atmosphere. There was light music playing in the living room, which faintly spread into the dining room. The man was lazily leaning on the back of the chair, and his big, well-articulated hand was beating time to the music.
In winter, the picture in front of me is too beautiful.
Elegant and elegant, noble and abstinent.
Dressed casually, like a student who just graduated from university, there is no danger in the whole body, and it is harmless.
I'm afraid that anyone who sees it will not believe it. Master Huo, who can cause turmoil by stomping his feet, is such a man who has both appearance and temperament. Even just looking at him will cause turmoil in his heart.
"Morning uncle, good morning."
Behind him came the sound of being idle, accompanied by the sound of yawning.
Huo Ningxi slung his backpack over his shoulders and strode into the dining room.
Then I saw a petite figure standing there stupidly, staring at the front in a daze.
"Song Yaoyao, are you so colorful that you are dumbfounded by my uncle?" He raised his eyebrows and mocked.
Song Yaoyao suddenly came back to her senses, and snorted, "I want you to take care of it! I'm happy!"
The conversation between the two finally attracted the man's attention.
Huo Yunque took off his glasses and waved to Song Yaoyao.
"Brother, good morning~"
The little girl had a sweet voice and ran over with small steps.
"morning."
There was a little tiredness in the hoarse voice.
Song Yaoyao watched, hesitated to speak.
In fact, these tiredness can be seen with the naked eye, and it seems too redundant to ask.
"Miss Song, the kitchen has stewed some nourishing chicken soup, and added herbs into it, you can drink it."
Uncle Zhang walked behind Song Yaoyao and put down a small cup of chicken soup.
"Thank you Uncle Zhang~"
"This is what I should do. How is Miss Song doing today?" Uncle Zhang put away the tray and asked concerned.