I'm here to find my son

Xia Chan sang repeatedly, Qiu bit Xia Tian's tail, devouring the last shadow of summer.

Song Cilue leaned over, picked up the ball of crumpled paper on Li Xingzhi's desk, and after flattening the ball of paper, he gave a misfortune smile and teased, "Oh, it's good to look at and laugh at, Zimu." Yuxi is kind and graceful', will Hou Ye silently talk about "Mountain Ghost" every day to comfort himself?"

"Are you looking for smoke?" Nan Zimu has been sleeping for a longer time recently, and he really can't figure out the pattern of Nan Zimu's sleep. Every time he goes to him, the door is closed tightly.

He is obviously someone who is right in front of his eyes, but he is neither within sight nor within reach. Lord Hou misses him every day, and for the first time in his life, he tastes the feeling of "sleeping and thinking about clothes".

Li Xingzhi stayed at his desk until five o'clock, and read the top ten military books several times, but he still didn't feel sleepy. When he closed his eyes, all he could think about was Nan Zimu, and he wished he could peel off the tiles on his roof. It's better to just look at him from a distance than to be so itchy now.

"I used to sneer at the love and love described in poems, and I didn't believe in those random stories about growing old together." Li Xingzhi paused, and then said, "I still don't think it's possible for me to fall into unrequited love, let alone believe it. Strange power."

But now, all his firm beliefs in the past have collapsed one after another.What he thinks is impossible, but all of them make him miss and haunt him day and night.

Song Ci laughed: "Tsk, let's slap your face now, so don't say it too early. By the way, where is the folding fan you made? Did you give it to him?"

"...not yet." Li Xingzhi opened a slender and exquisite wooden box, inside was a handmade fan made of red rosewood, which was made by Lord Hou himself. fan bone.

The red rosewood is the best red rosewood, and the fan is painted by Li Xingzhi himself, as well as the words written by him.The whole folding fan, from the fan surface to the fan body, was fine in every detail. Fearing that Nan Zimu would be dissatisfied, Li Xingzhi even inlaid a few rubies on it.

Whether the wood is good wood or not, Nan Zimu definitely can't tell, but the gems are shiny, and Nan Zimu, who is essentially a bumpkin, always feels that anything that costs a lot of money is not bad.So as long as he is not blind, he can see Li Xingzhi's good intentions for this folding fan.

It's a pity that this well-intentioned fan was forced to stay in this box from midsummer to cool autumn. Firstly, there was no chance to send it out, and secondly, due to Lord Hou's entanglement, he was afraid that Nan Zimu would not like it.

Except for food, he discarded all the gadgets that Li Xingzhi gave Nan Zimu like shoes, and he seemed not at all interested in these things he gave him.

So Li Xingzhi thought about when he would find an opportunity to take out this folding fan as if nothing had happened, and then give it to Nan Zimu logically.

However, Nan Zimu didn't give him this chance.

"Master Hou, your sweetheart is here, quickly stroke your hair." Song Ci reminded in a low voice.

Li Xingzhi hurriedly walked to the side of the bronze mirror, took a rough look at it, and generally speaking, it was decent.His heart was beating fast, and he thought to himself: Why can't I see Nanzi admiring others when Benhou is dressed properly, and he came in person when he was a little sloppy?

"Lord Hou, Young Master Song." Nan Zimu put two exquisite food boxes on Li Xingzhi's desk, then yawned wearily, and said lazily, "This is a snack for you."

Hearing the word "you", Li Xingzhi was very disappointed, but he still kept smiling: "Why are you sleeping all the time recently? Are you feeling unwell, why don't Benhou call a doctor..."

Nan Zimu interrupted: "Ah, no need, spring is tired and autumn is exhausting. Now that the weather is getting colder, it's great to be able to lie in bed every day."

"Mr. Song is really lucky." Li Xingzhi turned his back to Nan Zimu, and said to Song Ci in a strange way.

Song Ci, who had been gouged out by Lord Hou for no reason, had nothing to say and had to remain silent.

Nan Zimu pointed to one of the food boxes with a lighter color, and explained: "This one is for Mr. Song, and the other is for Lord Hou. Don't take it by mistake."

After speaking, Nan Zimu turned around and left, with no intention of staying at all.

Li Xingzhi walked unhurriedly to the desk, and lifted the lid of the food box together with Song Ci—I saw that Song Ci's share contained small delicate bean paste buns, all in the shape of rabbits, It looks very cute.

However, Hou Ye's performance is very unsatisfactory.

The seven or eight rabbits in it melted into a cake. I think it was a kind of rabbit that was pinched with another box at the beginning, but there may be a little problem in the cooking process...

"Why is your box so pretty?" Li Xingzhi said angrily, "Did you run up to Zimu to make a show while Benhou was away?!"

How to treat a box of bean paste buns differently?Hou Ye began to simmer his anger, and he had already gone through "one hundred ways to torture and kill Song Ci" in his mind for a moment.

Seeing his ferocious face, Song Ci immediately faltered, and hurriedly said: "How dare I, it must be a misunderstanding, maybe Mr. Nan is referring to the wrong... This good one is for you."

"Hmm...you're right." Hou Ye was a little overwhelmed by this unreasonable jealousy, and after calming down a little, he switched his pair of bean paste buns with Song Ci's, and then said, "Eat it. "

"Then I will live up to Mr. Nan's kindness." Song Ci didn't eat breakfast, and he was never picky about food. Song Ci could chew any food as long as it was not unpalatable.So he found a futon to sit on, and began to eat the combination of buns in the box.

"Well, it's not bad, it's delicious."

Li Xingzhi smirked, and said in a strange way: "Song Ci."

Song Ci: "Huh?"

"Don't you think you've been dressed too fancy recently? What are you doing with a jade hairpin on your head? Well... put away the jade pendant too, what a big man, what do you do with all these?" Li Xingzhi now told Song Ci. With a thousand catties of prejudice, he can't wait to say that every hair on his body is out of order.

"Also, why do you wash your hair if you don't go out? It's fine to wear coarse linen clothes. It's a waste to wear such good clothes for you. Put more thought on the people of your country and don't keep messing around."

"..." What did I do to me, Song Ci thought helplessly.

"Master Hou wants me to dress up as a beggar, so you can be satisfied?"

Li Xingzhi was noncommittal, and after being quiet for a while, he began to chatter again: "What's the proper way to gobble it up?"

Song Ci couldn't help laughing for a moment: "Is it so sour? Lord Hou, your surname is jealous."

Nan Zimu walked halfway, suddenly remembered something, after a moment of hesitation, he turned back.

"Here, your baby is back again." Song Cixiao said softly.

"I just forgot to say that I am going to school tomorrow. The new clothes, the four treasures of the study, and other miscellaneous things, the princess has prepared everything in detail." Nan Zimu casually moved to Lord Hou's chair. Sit down, spread your limbs slightly like an old man, "Then will you send him tomorrow, or shall I?"

Li Xingzhi bent the corners of his eyes a little, and said gently, "Huanxi is still young, so he might cry on the first day of school. Besides, the autumn class just started, and the children of ordinary families will definitely come with their parents tomorrow. It's not good." Let other children feel that our joy is different...so let's go with him."

"Well, good." Nan Zimu still sat boneless, "Let me explain something to Lord Hou first. If Huanxi cries then, don't be soft-hearted."

"A loving father gives birth to a defeated son", Nan Zimu felt that Li Xingzhi had the potential - this person would keep a cold face when he was angry with Huanxi, not to mention fighting, he was reluctant to scold him, so Huanxi was not afraid of him at all. Knowing that he made a mistake, he hugged Li Xingzhi's thigh.

Li Xingzhi was categorical: "I have a sense of proportion and will not soften my heart."

Nan Zimu sat on the soft chair covered with blankets and rested for a while before he stood up and planned to go back. As soon as he stood up, he caught a glimpse of the food box in front of Li Xingzhi. He wondered, "Did you two take it by mistake?" ?”

Hou Ye continued to be decisive: "No."

"The exquisite one was pinched by Xiao Zhen for Mr. Song. The child was shy and asked me to send it over, and asked me not to say that he did it." Master is a loner, it's so pitiful to watch Mr. Song eat, so he also made a portion with Xiao Zhen, um... I don't know what went wrong, it's just like that, but it's still edible."

Although the real situation is——Xiao Zhen squeezed the buns, Nan Zimu thought it was fun, so he also learned to squeeze and push, but the ones he made couldn't be seen at all.Adhering to the good quality of not wasting food, he didn't want to eat it himself, so he planned to send it to Lord Hou together.

Li Xingzhi's expression looked like he was being fed a mouthful of shit on the spot: "..."

Song Ci patted Lord Hou on the shoulder, from holding back his laughter to laughing with his stomach in his arms, he couldn't stop at all.

"Ah, it seems that Lord Hou dislikes my steamed stuffed buns." Nanzi Mu Neng guessed something, and he pretended to say, "So Lord Hou just casually threw the steamed buns I worked so hard to make to Mr. Song."

"I'm not, I don't." Hou Ye wanted to cry but had no tears.

As soon as Nan Zimu walked away, Li Xingzhi turned to Song Ci and said angrily, "You spit it out!"

Song Ci touched the tears that came out with his sleeve: "Why are you getting more and more naive? After eating all of it, how can you still spit it out? Besides, it's Lord Hou who is willing to exchange it with me. Yes, just now I want to reject you, you must strangle me too."

Although Song Ci's fault was indeed not on Song Ci, this Lord Hou knew it well, but he still couldn't swallow his breath, so he could only vent his anger on Song Ci and let him go with a cold face.