BE Crazy Demon Survival System

After saying these words, Xu Qichen felt uneasy.

This feeling is exactly the same as waiting for the results of the exam to be released.

Want to know the result, but afraid of knowing the result.

If Song Yuanyan refuses himself, how should he complete the sub-tasks in the future.

How to make him fall in love with me.

His fingers couldn't help clenching the gown tightly, and the eyes that were originally looking at him turned aside and looked at the stage.

"Look at my memory."

His voice suddenly appeared, light and floating, like a cloud.

Xu Qichen looked at Song Yuanyan, saw him smile and took out a small handful of silver dollars, and put it in the boy's hand, "This one sings so well, real money is more real," he said, and took the box, Put it on the table, "You go."

The man said thank you several times, and happily went downstairs.

Xu Qichen was a little embarrassed.

Impulsively, I asked for a gift, what should I do next.

No one taught him.

While struggling, the box of chocolates was pushed to his eyes.

"I don't know if it tastes good or not..." Song Yuanyan also looked a little embarrassed, with red ears, "Try it, it might not taste good, throw it away if it doesn't taste good."

Seeing his embarrassed and nervous look, Xu Qichen felt happy instead. He took the box and opened it. There were four rows of chocolates inside, each with a different shape.

"It's expensive, right?" Xu Qichen picked up one, after all, this was the Republic of China, and things like chocolate were still very rare.

Song Yuanyan rubbed his nose, "It's okay, you eat."

Xu Qichen put the one in his hand back to its original place, closed the box, "Go back and eat." Then he lay lazily on the box, looked sideways at Song Yuanyan, "Aren't you angry?"

Song Yuanyan coughed twice, picked up the pot and poured himself a cup of tea in a hurry, but when he brought it to his mouth, he was scalded, "Bah, bah, cough, cough."

Xu Qichen couldn't help chuckling.

"What are you laughing at, don't laugh."

Xu Qichen who was given the order obediently stretched out his index finger and thumb, and pressed down the corners of his raised mouth.

But the eyes are still crooked.

Song Yuanyan turned his eyes away, not looking at him.

The heart beat violently against the chest.

Xu Qichen tapped the box of chocolates lightly with his fingers.

Not really wanting to eat it.

Just like he used to, when he came home from school he would open the drawer and look at the full box of chocolates.

Lift the lid off and take a look at those golden orbs.

Remind yourself that maybe it's not too lonely either.

Later, when I came home one day, I found that my aunt was sitting in front of the sofa watching a boring variety show. As usual, he said that I am back. While changing his shoes and walking to the room, he found a small pile of gold on the coffee table. The candy paper is golden, like a small golden mountain.

"what are you eating?"

When he walked to the sofa, he saw the half-empty chocolate box.

That was the first time he lost his temper with his aunt.

Although in her opinion, it is just a rebellious period that children cannot escape.

At the end of the song, Song Yuanyan and Xu Qichen went downstairs, greeted the class master downstairs, and were about to lift their feet to leave when a man in a long gown and mandarin jacket and a black felt hat came in with a hand stove in his pocket, followed by several Domestic servant, the scene is not small.

Xu Qichen felt a little familiar, and only heard the class leader behind him shout, "Hey, isn't this Young Master Liu? Why aren't you at the foreign firm today?"

The man who was called First Young Master Liu half-stepped on the threshold, "Why didn't you go? I just came out of the foreign firm and passed by to see what drama is being sung today." He glanced sideways at Song Yuanyan, "It's really It’s better to hurry up, Brother Song also came to listen to the song, he’s in good health recently.”

When he turned his head, Xu Qichen saw a mole on his right cheek.

Surprised, this is Master Xie's grandson, Liu Mingde.

In Xu Qichen's initial setting, he and her mother Xie Wenqin were going to conspire to kill Sun Lin. This person can be said to be the biggest beneficiary of Sun Lin's death, and also the most likely murderer in this world.

Hands make fists unconsciously.

Song Yuanyan hooked the corners of his mouth, "Brother Liu thinks he's having a good time recently, I don't know when will you invite me to Xie Mansion for a sit down?"

Liu Mingde's complexion changed, "That's natural." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Xu Qichen again, his face full of disdain, "Brother Song, please bring your own life-saving talisman and come to Xie Mansion as a guest at that time." He lifted Song Yuanyan's shoulders and swaggered into the theater.

Xu Qichen helped Song Yuanyan's arm.

This person is even more annoying than his setting. Although he is the son of Xie's family, he can only have a foreign surname. In the eyes of Mr. Xie, he is just a grandson anyway, unlike Song Yuanyan, the upright Song family The first son, with a noble status, is loved by thousands of people.

Although the Xie and Song families did not have any festivities, they are both young masters, one in the sky and the other in the earth, and I am afraid that Song Yuanyan has long been resented in his heart.

"Are you hungry, do you want to eat something before going back?"

Xu Qichen followed beside him, shaking his head, "Fortunately, I'm not very hungry."

Song Yuanyan's footsteps were very slow. When the lights came on, the street was very lively, but the temperature dropped a lot. Xu Qichen's hands were cold and he shrank into his sleeves.

While walking, Song Yuanyan stopped suddenly, Xu Qichen looked up, saw him biting his leather glove, pulled it off, and handed it to Xu Qichen.

Xu Qichen shook his head, Song Yuanyan had no choice but to grab his hand, bowed his head and directly put it on for him.

Song Yuanyan's hand was very warm, holding his cold wrist, it seemed to wake up the sleeping pulse.Seeing that he was about to take off the other one, Xu Qichen immediately said, "It's not good to ask my wife to see me when I go home."

Song Yuanyan stopped taking off his gloves, "That makes sense." After speaking, he took Xu Qichen's hand with his ungloved hand, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and turned his head to smile at him, "This way OK."

Xu Qichen looked at the canine and forgot to dodge it.

Lived with such a close friend for 18 years.

How could you not fall in love.

This is really too testing.

After walking two steps, Song Yuanyan hailed a rickshaw, and the two of them sat in the car. Xu Qichen buried his face in a thick cashmere scarf, and every breath was filled with the scent of Song Yuanyan's usual perfume.The cool woody aroma is mixed with a hint of jumping sweet and sour fruity aroma, which is very subtle.

The fingers were pinched tightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared where the skin touched, and the adhesive had some effect.

The way back has become very short.

When he arrived at the brightly lit Song Mansion, Xu Qichen took out his hand, took off the leather glove, and put it in Song Yuanyan's coat pocket.

A strange feeling arose in my heart.

Obviously it's just a glove, but it looks like some kind of token of cheating.

Mrs. Song had already returned home. When the two entered, she was talking with Song Yuanyan's eldest sister Song Liyu, talking and laughing. It seemed that she won a lot of cards.

Song Yuanyan knew that his date today was unsuccessful, so he ran to the sofa as soon as he entered the door, and hugged Mrs. Song affectionately, "Mom, it's cold outside."

"Oh, I'm peeling oranges." Mrs. Song blamed her while feeding the peeled tangerines into Song Yuanyan's mouth.

"It's so sweet."

Song Liyu, who was knitting a sweater beside him, smiled and said, "How sweet is your mouth?"

Mrs. Song will not be easily fooled by being coquettish. After talking for a long time, she returned to the main topic, "How is your date today? Which lady do you like?"

After Song Yuanyan heard this, he sat up from Mrs. Song's arms, coughed twice, and sighed, "Don't mention it, the three girls didn't like me." He put his arms around Mrs. Song's arm with a playful smile, "Will you No, I won't marry a wife, it would be great to be with my mother every day."

Mrs. Song's delicately drawn eyebrows trembled with anger, "What nonsense! What's going on!" Mrs. Song turned her head, her eyes fell on Xu Qichen who was standing far away, "A Lin, tell me!"

Xu Qichen felt cold behind his back, and was about to speak, but was cut off by Song Yuanyan, "It's no use embarrassing him, they just didn't like me. The first Miss Zhang, people think I'm too weak, cough twice She was scared away, and the second Ms. Lin, I don't know why, stood at the door and looked at me from a distance, then said it was inappropriate, and left too, before I had time to talk to her." Song Yuanyan took an orange and played with it in his hand, "Maybe that Miss Lin thinks I'm too good-looking."

Xu Qichen couldn't help laughing.

What serious nonsense.

Mrs. Song sighed, "Then... what about Miss He?"

Song Yuanyan glanced at Mrs. Song, and put the orange in her hand, "Don't mention it. That Miss He, I thought she was a son at first glance." He gestured with his hand around his neck , "Didn't you see, mother, her hair is so short, she came to the appointment wearing an equestrian suit, her temper is so badass, she almost didn't have a riding whip in her hand."

As he spoke, he glared at Mrs. Song, "What kind of wife did you choose for me? Could it be that you think I like this? Then I might as well just find a man."

Mrs. Song frowned, "Nonsense! Ah Lin!"

Xu Qichen took two steps forward, "Ma'am, young master... what he said is indeed the truth, Miss He is different from ordinary rich ladies."

Mrs. Song was absorbed and did not speak for a long time.

"Mother, I'm still young, why am I so anxious to find a wife." He leaned on Mrs. Song's shoulder, "You are not afraid that I will forget my mother when I have a wife."

Elder Song's elder sister also smiled and persuaded her, "Children nowadays advocate free love. If you want to talk about marriage, you can't just go on one or two dates. Find some opportunities to meet and have a drink. Coffee, you get to know each other a few times.”

Mrs. Song's expression softened a little, and she sent Song Yuanyan back to the room.

"Eldest young master is back."

Xu Qichen glanced at the door, and Song Yuanfeng, the eldest son of Song, came in in a dark suit. His facial features were very gentle, and his restrained and slender single eyelids looked very gentle, not the slightest resemblance to the flamboyant Song Yuanyan. place.

"Mother, eldest sister."

Mrs. Song just hummed, and went upstairs without making a sound. Song Liyu greeted her with a smile.

Xu Qichen looked at Song Yuanfeng's profile, thinking about the plot of the original text.

This person seems to be obedient and gentle, but actually has deep thoughts. He has a grudge against the beloved Song Yuanyan on the surface, but he has long held a grudge.

Song Yuanfeng finished greeting his eldest sister, and was about to go back to the room. When he passed by Xu Qichen, he stopped for a while, showing a concerned smile.

"A Lin, does your right leg still hurt recently?"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xu Qichen's back, but he forced himself to smile and said, "Fortunately, I haven't had much leg pain recently."

Song Yuanfeng stretched out his hand, and patted Xu Qichen's shoulder lightly, "That's good, I have a friend who just came back from studying medicine in England, and I'll invite him to my house in two days to take a look for you."

Xu Qichen nodded, hiding the twinkle in his eyes, "Thank you, young master."

"You are polite, they are all from your own family."

His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze in March, but to Xu Qichen's ears it sounded like falling into an ice cave.

A dull pain in the right leg.

Others may not know it, but Xu Qichen, the author, knows very well that the reason why this leg became like this is the culprit of this kind and gentle young master in front of him.

Xu Qichen slowly left the front house, walked back to the back house, and returned to his room.

The world is more complicated than he imagined. Everyone has their own interests, and he is just one of the pawns. If he wants to turn the tables, he can't make a mistake.

Lying on the bed together, looking at the bed curtain and thinking about these intricate character lines, I don't know how long I thought about it, when I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Xu Qichen stood up, "I've already fallen asleep."

"it's me."

Hearing Song Yuanyan's voice, Xu Qichen put on a coat and opened the door for him. Seeing him standing outside with a big bowl in his ordinary clothes, Xu Qichen hurriedly pulled him in, "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

Song Yuanyan walked in with a smile, and put the bowl in his hand on the mahogany table, "You only ate some pastries and sweets in the afternoon, I was afraid you would be hungry, so I just asked Mama Zhang to serve me a bowl of wontons, let's eat together. " Then he pulled Xu Qichen to the table, "Hurry up, it's hot."

Xu Qichen was dragged to the table, but his eyes were fixed on Song Yuanyan.

"Why are you looking at me, aren't you hungry?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I'm a little hungry." Taking the spoon from Song Yuanyan's hand, the two of them lowered their heads and ate wontons from a large bowl.

"Is it delicious?" Song Yuanyan looked into Xu Qichen's eyes.

Xu Qichen nodded, looked at the spicy oil floating on the wonton soup, and then glanced at Song Yuanyan's sweaty forehead, "Master, have you started eating spicy food recently?"

Song Yuanyan coughed twice, "It's a cold day, eat something spicy to warm your body."

Xu Qichen suppressed his laughter, and bit into the thin, almost translucent wonton wrapper.

The two quickly finished a bowl of wontons. Xu Qichen was wearing too little, so he put down the spoon and returned to the bed with his shoes on. He covered himself with a quilt, "It's too cold, so I won't see you off."

After saying this, he felt that he was a bit too indifferent. It was obviously Song Yuanyan who kindly gave him supper, and he drove people away after eating. It didn't sound good, so he added, "Thank you, young master."

Unexpectedly, Song Yuanyan wiped the corner of his mouth, went straight to the bed and sat down.Xu Qichen was afraid of the cold, so the quilt wrapped his whole body, only the part above the eyes was exposed.

There was no electric blanket here, so even so, Xu Qichen was still cold. He stretched his body straight, restrained his trembling, and stared at the silent Song Yuanyan.

Song Yuanyan suddenly stretched his hand into the quilt, this action startled Xu Qichen, "Master, what are you doing?"

He smiled and grabbed Xu Qichen's leg, "What do you think I'm going to do?" After speaking, he lifted a corner of the quilt and found Xu Qichen's right leg.

Song Yuanyan's hand was still warm, holding Xu Qichen's cold ankle, the warm tiger's mouth just caught Xu Qichen's slightly protruding ankle bone, this feeling was somewhat familiar.

Xu Qichen propped his upper body on his elbows, watched him hold it like that, and slowly pushed up the loose trouser leg at his right ankle. The movements were slow and gentle, but it made his whole body feel like an electric shock. They all trembled.

Until the trouser legs were pushed to the knees, a long surgical scar was exposed, and the traces of sutures were faintly visible.

Song Yuanyan took out a small jar from nowhere, and when he opened it, there was a strong fragrance of herbs.

He dug out the dark brown paste and put it in the palm of his hand, warmed it with the temperature of his palm, then gently covered Xu Qichen's raised kneecap and scar, and slowly rubbed it.

The sticky paste melted slowly on the skin and gradually heated up. The ambiguous temperature and the cool smell of herbs permeated into the blood and blood, circulated, and poured into the chest.

Xu Qichen felt his palms start to sweat, it was so strange, just now he was almost so cold that his whole body was stiff.

At this moment, under his slow hypnotic pushing and kneading, it was about to melt.

Like chocolate.

The calf below the knee was completely exposed, Song Yuanyan was worried that he would be cold, so he pulled a blanket to cover it, "Does it still hurt?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, he really heard the conversation between himself and Song Yuanfeng.

Staring at the man who lowered his head to massage him, his two clumps of eyelashes, the curvature from the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, and the naturally raised corners of his mouth.

Really similar.

The surrounding scene has undergone a strange migration. It is no longer a cold winter day, no longer a dimly lit night, but a campus road covered with golden ginkgo leaves.

Same pose, propped knees, bench for two.

"There is no doctor in the infirmary, so I bought Yunnan Baiyao. Does it hurt here?" The man in his memory pressed his ankle, and a dislocation pain hit him.

He nodded involuntarily, tears almost welling up in his eyes.

"You're twisted."

With a snort, the cold spray with a strong herbal smell pierced the air and covered his swollen ankles, like a comfortable summer quilt.

"Don't move, wait for it to dry."

After saying this, both of them fell into a waiting silence.

On the playground less than ten meters away, the basketball landed and hit the ground one after another.

thumping.

thumping.

thumping.

Like his heart at the moment.

"Okay." He closed the lid with a snap, and stuffed the small can of spray into his arms.

"Can I go? Or... I'll carry you on my back?"

The smell of the potion couldn't go away no matter what, just like the cowardice he couldn't shake off from the bottom of his heart.

His cowardice forced him to decline the other party's invitation.

The memories came to an abrupt end, and Xu Qichen's subconscious mind made Xu Qichen retract his legs.

"What's wrong? Is it cold?"

Xu Qichen didn't look at Song Yuanyan's face, lay down, retracted his legs under the quilt, "Mmm...it's a bit cold."

Song Yuanyan covered Xu Qichen's body with the blanket just now, and tucked in the edges of the quilt for him, trying to make sure there was no gap.

But when he got to the side close to him, he suddenly stopped tucking it in.

Instead, he lifted the quilt and got in by himself.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Song Yuanyan hissed, "I don't think you'll be able to warm up all night like this." He moved close to Xu Qichen, but only close, without hugging him, "Didn't we often sleep together when we were young? My body temperature is relatively high, wait for you When it’s warmed up, I’ll go back to bed.”

"Don't worry about me, you can go to sleep." He smiled at Xu Qichen almost flatteringly, his sharp canine teeth poked Xu Qichen's chest with pain.

He turned around and turned his back to Song Yuanyan, "Don't fall asleep here, you'll catch a cold."

His voice came from behind, "I know, go to sleep."

After a second, he seemed to think of something again, "Wait a minute, before you go to sleep, can you... call my clock?"

Xu Qichen flatly refused, "No."

"Just a moment."

Simply do not answer.

Song Yuanyan didn't bother.

Xu Qichen's eyes couldn't close, and when they closed, his face was simply opened, looking at the wall motionless.

The other party seemed to think that he was asleep, and his socked feet slowly rubbed against the bed, approaching his cold toes.

A restless heart, like a stray cat that cannot be tamed, slowly calmed down under his gentle palm and embrace.

When he woke up the next day, he was alone in bed.

Xu Qichen didn't know when Song Yuanyan left, and he didn't bother to think about it.

Woke up early in the morning to help the butler deal with the trivial matters in the mansion, and was busy all morning.

When the supervisor was carrying the rockery, he had time to rest by the pond. With his back against the dead tree by the pond, Xu Qichen heard the sound of the piano.

Very soothing.

He didn't know much about the piano, and even less about classical music.

But for some reason, this song made him feel a sense of melancholy and stubbornness for no reason.

The girl Xiaoyue who was helping her came over, looked at the stained glass windows on the bungalow, and said longingly, "The young master has started playing the piano again."

Xu Qichen froze for a moment, thinking of the piano he saw in his room the day he first came here.

The sound of the piano suddenly changed, and the broken notes seemed to be hurried footsteps, chasing something.

The next second, it stopped abruptly.

Xu Qichen was stunned for a moment, and when he heard Zhang's mother calling him, he answered and walked quickly into the bungalow.

"The young master is going to attend the dance at He Mansion on Friday, and my wife told you to follow along and keep an eye on the young master."

Xu Qichen sighed inwardly and remained silent.

"Go to the young master's room now. Madam invited a famous tailor from the British Concession to come and make suits for you and the young master."

Xu Qichen nodded, went up the stairs, and walked to the end.

After knocking on the door twice, and hearing Song Yuanyan come in, he opened the door of the room.

Song Yuanyan was sitting by the piano, the lid was already closed, he looked sideways at Xu Qichen, and smiled at him.

Xu Qichen didn't know whether it was because of a fever in his head or what, but he said in a daze, "What... what song did you play just now?"

Song Yuanyan turned around, turned his back to him, and tapped the piano cover a few times with his fingers.

"Piano Concerto No. [-] in F minor, is it nice?"

Xu Qichen hummed and walked in.

The two of them did not continue the topic of piano, even though Xu Qichen wanted to hear him finish playing.

The tailor hired by Mrs. Song arrived soon. He was a Chinese-English man of mixed race. He communicated with them in Chinese with a slight accent.

"Hey, can you help me measure the shoulder width of this young master? I think this part needs to be corrected, thank you!" He handed a soft ruler to Xu Qichen, and lowered his head to modify the drawing.

Xu Qichen took the tape measure, walked up to Song Yuanyan, pinched one end of the tape measure, and pressed his fingertips on the end of his shoulder.

The two were so close that Xu Qichen could almost hear Song Yuanyan's gentle breathing.

His eyes were a little blurry, so Xu Qichen moved a little closer and carefully looked at the value on the tape measure.

The person close at hand suddenly spoke.

"This piece was written by Chopin when he was 19 years old."

Xu Qichen raised his head ignorantly, meeting his eyes.

"To the female classmate he has a crush on."