The door to the side hall closed again.
Song Shu turned back thoughtfully. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Qin Lou was a little strange recently - although being strange was always the style of the little madman, but recently it seemed different from before.
For example, she felt that the weirdness now was directed at her...
"sister."
The voice beside her ear brought Song Shu back to her senses. She turned around and found that Luan Qiaoqing had stood next to her chair at some point, with a look of bitterness and hatred on her face.
"What's wrong?" Song Shu thought for a moment, "Is the homework too difficult?"
Luan Qiaoqing: “…”
Luan Qiaoqing: "Ah, do you know anything else besides homework?"
Song Shu's expression remained unchanged. "You ranked third from the bottom in the class in the final exam last semester, and I haven't told your aunt yet."
Luan Qiaoqing: “… …” She shouldn’t have asked.
Luan Qiaoqing gave up on giving Song Shu inspirational guidance and simply pulled him up from the chair and dragged him to the bathroom in the side hall.
"No, no, I can't stand it anymore. I have to explain this to you clearly."
"?"
Song Shu was dazed but calmly pulled into the bathroom in the side hall by Luan Qiaoqing.
The door kept the Song siblings’ curious gazes out.
Song Shu and Luan Qiaoqing stopped in front of the mirror in front of the sink. Luan Qiaoqing turned around, her face flushed with excitement, but when she opened her mouth, she seemed to be choked and couldn't say anything for a long time.
Finally, Song Shu asked, "What do you want to clarify with me?"
Luan Qiaoqing knocked her head in frustration, "Sister, I just want to ask you a question."
"Um."
"Think carefully about it. What do you think is the relationship between you and Qin Lou?"
"?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Let me analyze it for you - classmates? Definitely not. There are so many classmates in the school. Who dares to be as casual as you in front of Qin Lou? I guess they would have been beaten to death long ago. Friends? Not really. What kind of friends would ask for anything from the other person and want to revolve around each other every minute of the day. Relatives? Relatives, bullshit. You two are not related by blood -"
"Don't say 'fart', it's rude." Song Shu corrected her calmly.
Luan Qiaoqing: “…”
Luan Qiaoqing almost exploded on the spot, "Is this the point? Is this the important point? My sister, can you please wake up!?"
Luan Qiaoqing's voice was particularly deafening in the closed bathroom. Song Shu endured her for two seconds and poked her forehead with his index finger.
"You're too noisy."
"…" Luan Qiao died of anger.
Song Shu put down his hand, "So what do you want to say?"
Luan Qiaoqing covered her face and turned to lie on the wall, scratching the shiny tiles and wailing, "My sister, Qin Lou obviously likes you! Not as a classmate, not as a friend, not as a relative, but as someone who wants to possess you!"
"… "
In the mirror, the girl who had always been calm and emotionless was stunned.
Then she slowly frowned.
Luan Qiaoqing came back to her senses after howling and turned her head carefully. She looked at her sister's changing emotions and suddenly felt a little scared.
If Song Shu retreated, Qin Lou would kill her if he knew the truth... snap.
Luan Qiaoqing quickly covered her cold neck.
At this moment, Song Shu, who was frowning and thinking behind Luan Qiao, seemed to have finally figured something out - as if she had suddenly solved a difficult math problem that had puzzled her for several days - an expression of realization appeared on Song Shu's delicate and beautiful face.
She clapped her palms.
"So that's how it is."
Luan Qiaoqing: “…”
Luan Qiaoqing: “???”
What the hell is this reaction
Song Shu, who had resolved his doubts, seemed to be in a good mood, with his eyes curved slightly, "Is that what you want to say?"
Luan Qiaoqing nodded numbly.
Song Shu chuckled, "Then I understand, let's go out."
"…?"
When Luan Qiaoqing was immersed in doubting her life and couldn't extricate herself, Song Shu, who had turned around and was walking out in front of her, suddenly stopped and turned back.
"You just asked me what I thought the relationship between me and Qin Lou was, right?"
"Uh, yes."
"In my opinion, the relationship between Qin Lou and I is the relationship between Qin Lou and I."
"… What?"
Song Shu smiled.
At this moment, Luan Qiaoqing actually felt that she saw the same youthful unrestrainedness as Qin Lou in her soft smile.
"There is no need for definitions like classmates, friends, or relatives. The definition of the relationship between Qin Lou and I is 'I and Qin Lou' - there is no existing relationship in this world that can define us, because no one is replaceable in this relationship. It is us who have made us who we are today."
"… "
Luan Qiaoqing's brain struggled to keep up with the train of thought, but became even more confused.
Song Shu saw through it and poked her forehead lightly.
"You'll understand later."
Song Shu left the bathroom.
Luan Qiaoqing slowly came back to her senses. She reached out and touched her forehead that had been poked by Song Shu, and sighed with mixed feelings.
In fact, she didn't completely not understand.
She has been following these two people for almost two years. Often when she sees them standing together, she has a very strange feeling -
It seemed that as long as these two people were together, there was something separating them from everyone and everything in the outside world.
There were only two people in that little world.
No one can enter that small world except the two of them.
As the only lonely bystander, Luan Qiaoqing herself didn't know who she envied more.
This meeting before the New Year's Eve dinner lasted unusually long.
The side hall and the main hall were not far apart. One could walk a few steps from the long corridor outside the side hall to the main hall. There were intermittent voices coming from that side.
With Qin Lou away, the Song siblings relaxed a lot. After a while, Song Ruyu could no longer sit still and went to the side hall door, leaning against it and listening.
After listening for a while, she walked back to the table and said to Song Shuai, "Grandpa is really partial."
"What's wrong?"
"He seems to want my cousin and..." Song Ruyu glanced at Song Shu and turned back dissatisfied, "He wants them to study abroad together."
Song Shuai's eyes lit up.
Being able to go abroad means no one will bother you anymore and you can do whatever you want, so he naturally wants to go too. "What about us?"
Song Ruyu: "Of course we can only stay in China to take the exam."
Song Shuai's face suddenly fell.
Song Ruyu curled her lips, "I really don't know who his grandson is."
Song Shu had long passed the point where he could be on the same level as Song Ruyu, so at this moment he seemed not to have heard anything and was concentrating on doing the math problem.
But Luan Qiaoqing was not a child who could control her temper. After hearing what Song Ruyu said, she sneered, "Come on. In terms of academic performance, sending my sister and Qin Lou abroad is to win glory for the country, but what's the point of sending you abroad? Isn't it embarrassing to go around in circles?"
"You--how can you talk like that!"
Song Ruyu's sore spot was touched and her face turned red with anger.
Luan Qiaoqing made a face at her: "Lululu."
Song Ruyu: "... Humph, I won't argue with a kid! After all, he is still an orphan--"
"Bang."
The petal-shaped red teacup knocked on the long table, drowning out Song Ruyu's words.
Song Ruyu subconsciously looked over and met a pair of emotionless eyes.
She felt a sudden tingling sensation on her back, and froze for two seconds before she forced herself to move back. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Song Shu still had that expression, and his tone was indifferent, "I looked at you because you said the wrong thing."
"… "
Song Ruyu wanted to refute, but she just couldn't say the words - she knew that she had just said too much and was too wrong at the moment, so she finally held it back.
The side hall fell silent again.
But this time the silence did not last long, as it was broken by a woman's scream from the main hall -
"Qin Lou! Are you going to kill me?! Are you crazy?!"
The expressions of everyone in the side hall changed: that voice undoubtedly belonged to Qin Fujun. Without a second thought, they all stood up and walked quickly out of the side hall.
In the corridor leading to the main hall, several servants of the family gathered uneasily in the corner.
Song Shuai asked anxiously, "What's going on?"
The old man in the family spoke up, looking worried at the moment, "The old man wanted to arrange for Master Qin Lou and Song Shu to study abroad and get engaged, and then hand over the company affairs to Miss Bai. Fu Jun disagreed and started a scene, and accidentally mentioned Master Qin Lou's parents..."
Needless to say, the chaos in the main hall already shows the result.
During this interval, Qin Fujun's voice was already shrieking with fear:
"You, do you dare to try it!?"
The few people, including Song Shu, didn't care any more and quickened their pace and headed straight for the main hall.
When they stopped at the steps next to the main hall, the hall was in chaos -
Qin Lou stood in the middle, tightly grasping something that looked like a piece of teacup fragment between his slender knuckles. Bright red blood stained the snow-white porcelain and dripped onto the floor along his finger bones.
The boy's eyes were red, but he was grinning and his eyes looked very crazy.
"Come on, try to see if I dare."
"Qin Lou, let your aunt go!"
“Master!!”
"Qinlou--"
The boy turned a deaf ear.
He had already grabbed the collar of the woman's long skirt and was about to grab the porcelain piece.
"Qin Lou!"
The voice came from outside the main hall.
The boy froze.
After two or three seconds, in dead silence, he slowly raised his eyes.
Standing between the three people who were already stunned, Song Shu clenched his hands, his face was a little pale, and his rosy lips also lost their blood color.
But she looked at the boy quietly, without showing any fear or avoidance.
“My drawing pencil is blunt... Can you help me sharpen it?”
Qin Lou froze for two seconds, lowered his eyes, and suddenly smiled.
He threw away the piece of broken porcelain stained with his own blood, jumped off the sofa, and strode out of the main hall.
The handsome face that was rendered hideous was so frightening that the three people standing beside the hall stepped back instinctively.
Only Song Shu, who was standing in the middle, did not move.
He walked up to her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her straight into the corridor with such force that the girl almost staggered.
The servants in the corridor were so frightened that they retreated to both sides, but the young man did not even look at him and dragged the man into the side hall.
"Bang--!"
There was a loud bang and the door suddenly closed.
The people outside the door came back to their senses, and each one’s face turned paler than the last.
Inside the door.
Song Shu was pressed against the wall by Qin Lou. The boy's breathing was rapid, and his suppressed violent emotions made his handsome face reveal a hideous and painful expression.
After a few seconds he looked up and laughed hoarsely.
"You dare to draw hatred towards me at any time... Little clam, aren't you afraid of death?"
Song Shu thought about it and shook his head.
Qin Lou's eyes darkened, "Then do you know that some things are more terrifying than death?"
Song Shu shook his head again.
It seemed to have turned back into the little clam shell that he couldn't pry open.
"… "
The emotions in Qin Lou's eyes struggled, tearing and surging, making the eyes that looked at Song Shu look frightening and violent.
He unconsciously tightened his grip on the girl's hand.
At a certain moment, the last string holding on to reason in my mind suddenly broke.
There was a ferocious emotion in his eyes, swallowing up his clarity.
Like an addict, he looked at the girl's pale lips and slender neck greedily, then leaned over -
"Qiaoqiao said you like me."
The girl's voice suddenly sounded.
"――!"
Qin Lou's figure suddenly stopped.
After a moment, he laughed hoarsely, which sounded scary in the quiet side hall. "… Don't you think it's a little late to call a halt now?"
Song Shu frowned slightly, feeling a little annoyed.
"I didn't say stop. You know, I'm not very good at expressing myself."
Qin Lou: "So."
Song Shu thought about it longer this time, "So, you don't need to hide yourself so hard."
"… "
"You can vent to me, whatever your emotions are."
"――!"
Qin Lou suddenly raised his eyes.
At this moment, the boy's emotions were even more difficult to control than before, and his dark eyes were almost burning with scorching flames.
He stared at her intently, his breathing becoming heavier.
"Qinlou--"
The rest of the words were muffled by the boy's hands.
He lowered his head and looked at her with his dark eyes. Then the boy grinned: "You dare to say that only if you want to die in my hands."
Song Shu blinked, very quietly, without struggling.
Qin Lou covered her mouth tighter, and the desire in his eyes became more ferocious. He smiled violently.
"Okay. I'll do as you wish."
He leaned over and pressed down.
Light was replaced by shadow.
At the last moment, Song Shu still closed his eyes, closed them tightly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
She was actually afraid.
How is it possible that you are not afraid at all
But if it was Qin Lou, then...
The air is very quiet.
Nothing happened.
Song Shu came back to his senses and opened his eyes carefully -
The young man with bloodshot eyes covered her mouth and kissed the back of his hand. His eyes were filled with crazy infatuation, but his thin lips were trembling with restraint.
Seeing the girl open her eyes, the boy laughed with a trembling voice.
"Don't be afraid of me... little clam."
Song Shu felt a sudden pain in his heart.
The boy slowly lowered his head and leaned against the wall next to her ear.
He held her tightly.
The voice was hoarse and slightly choked.
"Be my lock, please?"
"I won't go crazy if you're here with me."