His words always provoke the past, let her remember over and over again, what it is now. The still lake of heart finally floated, and I don't know why, but I only feel that the fragrance is too strong, so it will make her feel bored.
Song Qiyue was standing in this courtyard, and she looked at him, "This is your mansion. You should be the one who is in charge of everything."
"I don't think it's monotonous anymore." Mo Zhengyan responded, "It's just that you made this suggestion."
"I mentioned it." Song Qiyue said, "but no one asked you to do it, and it's just me joking, joking, forget it."
"Joke." Mo Zhengyan smiled, his voice faint, and the light in his eyes became even more distant, "but I took it seriously."
That's a real joke, he told, time is still, Song Qiyue had heard her smile, the female voice was cold, and she replied coldly, "That's your own business."
At this time, Shao Yu had already taken out the tools, accompanied by Steward Cao, "Mr., brought the gloves and the cloth, as well as the scissors..."
Steward Cao said one by one, he turned his head and shouted, "Young lady..."
"Steward Cao." Song Qiyue interrupted him, her voice was soft, and her smile was gentle, "Please call me Miss Song."
Steward Cao was startled, he seemed to understand, and then changed his words, "Yes, Miss Song."
"Thank you." Song Qiyue took the gloves he handed over.
The child was still squatting on the ground, wearing gloves. The cloth was tied to his body, but he couldn't tie himself up. He hurried to ask for help, "Dad, help me."
Mo Zhengyan leaned over and tied the knot for his son.
Song Qiyue watched from the sidelines, this scene only felt that he had done it countless times, that's why he was so familiar with the action.
When Shao Yu was ready, he began to pick the flowers. He was picking the most beautiful flowers, cutting one flower, and another one. Mo Zhengyan was on the side, pruning the flowers to remove the branches.
"Mom, is this beautiful?" Shao Yu asked.
Song Qiyue nodded, "En."
The child happily cut the flowers. There were several teachers in the class, and each teacher had to send flowers. Song Qiyue was sorting out the bouquets by the side. Each teacher gave five flowers. There were three teachers in total. Fifteen flowers are enough, but Shao Yu was still cutting, and Song Qiyue called to him, "Shao Yu, each teacher sends five flowers, that's enough."
"Teacher Ru wants to give a few more flowers." The child already has a favorite in his heart and insists on pruning a few more flowers.
Song Qiyue knew that her son liked the teacher Ru, but unexpectedly he liked it so much. "Does Shao Yu like Teacher Ru so much?"
"Teacher Ru likes me too." The child replied.
Song Qiyue was a little bit tempted by her son's preference, and Shao Yu shouted, "Dad, have you watered the flowers?"
"It's been watered." However, on this side, Mo Zhengyan was holding the scissors to cut the extra flower branches.
The child chose the rose flower, and he started catching insects for the flower, while Song Qiyue watched Shao Yu work in the garden. Suddenly I remembered Shao Yu's words, every week as long as I was free, I would come here to water the flowers and weeds. The redness was so glaring again.
Come every week, every week to take care of these roses... She thought about this, and suddenly, one accidentally, suddenly felt a thorn in her fingertips, making Song Qiyue frown!
When she looked down, she found that the thorns of the flower branches had pierced into the skin, and bright red blood was flowing out.
"Bleeding?" He asked suddenly, Song Qiyue was about to wipe off the blood, but who knew that he held her hand and sucked it in his mouth.
It was the warmth between his lips and teeth, and his tongue covering his fingers, which made Song Qiyue suddenly feel extremely hot.
"Stop it." He raised his head again and whispered.
Song Qiyue immediately withdrew her hand, staring at him tightly! Just as she was about to speak, out of the corner of her eye, she found Shao Yu standing in front of her. The little guy looked at them curiously, and had already seen all the scenes just now, making her speechless immediately, as if being caught upright!
"Mom's hand was stabbed by a flower thorn." Song Qiyue could only explain to her son, even holding up her own hand.
Shao Yu looked at with his eyes wide open, "So are you going to bite your finger?"
Bite your finger? Song Qiyue felt embarrassed when she heard it, but Mo Zhengyan said, "It's not a bite."
"what is that?"
"It's to stop the bleeding." Mo Zhengyan explained, "Because mother's finger bleeds, so father came to stop the bleeding."
"How did you stop it?" the child continued.
Mo Zhengyan thought for a while, "It's like sucking it cold, go suck it."
"Oh." The child seemed to understand, he pleased, "Mom, if you are stabbed to bleed again in a while, I'll suck it for you!"
"..." Song Qiyue couldn't answer, she could only ask, "have the bug been caught?"
"Not yet." The child immediately went to catch the worm again.
Seeing that his son was distracted, Song Qiyue walked to the pool and washed the wound with clean water, even more so that his breath was washed away. However, the thorn of the rose, a small needle-like wound, is still on the tip of the finger.
The flowers were all picked, and the afternoon activities turned into work in the garden. When the evening came, Steward Cao took Shao Yu in to change clothes, because the child was already sweating.
"Mom, here you are." Shao Yu took Song Qiyue into the mansion again, leading her upstairs.
But all the decorations are the same as before, as when she left, bit by bit, from downstairs up to the room, the sofa in the hall is still there, and he moved over from the company before. . And everything in this bedroom has not changed. This familiar strangeness was intertwined in Song Qiyue's heart.
When the child entered the room, he went to take a bath. Once the bath water was ready, Shao Yu shouted, "I want to take a bath alone, one person!"
Song Qiyue was waiting outside. Butler Cao brought fruit tea. He smiled and said, "Please have tea, Mr. answered the phone."
Song Qiyue thanked him and sat down to rest. The warm tea was at just the right temperature, the tea fragrance was elegant, and it was also a familiar fragrance. Seeing Butler Cao looking waiting for expectation, she smiled and said, " tastes good."
Steward Cao was really relieved and smiled, "It's still the tea you loved to drink before."
Song Qiyue was startled, she sat there and said softly, "Nothing has changed here."
"I haven't whitewashed it." Steward Cao replied warmly, "These furnitures are still original, you see, even this book is intact..."
"Mrs. Young, you used to..." All of a sudden I forgot my identity at the moment. When that word came to my lips, Steward Cao swallowed back, "It's all the same as before."
"It's all old, it's time to get a new one." Song Qiyue said lightly.
"Madam said the same thing, but Mr. didn't let it." Steward Cao mentioned Mrs. Mo, and he said again, "Actually, the mansion will be renovated last year. The mansion elsewhere has been renovated, but this mansion, the husband did not allow it. ."
"Sir," Steward Cao said in a low voice, "getting used to it, it won't be the same if you change it."