Folding fan

In the early morning of the next day, Song Zhai.

Song He sat in the leisure pavilion by the pool in the courtyard, playing with the fan he got yesterday.The slender fingers caressed the fan bone casually, the natural white and the lustrous jade color complement each other.The folding fan casts a fan shadow through the warm sunlight, like a butterfly with its wings captivated by flowers.However, the owner of the hand is not thinking here, a pair of eyes as deep as a deep pool are scattered everywhere without focus.

A guard came along Xiaolu, hurriedly walked to the housekeeper standing outside the pavilion, whispered a few words.

After hearing this, the housekeeper reported in a low voice: "Master, Mr. Lin is here."

The quiet air was broken by the soft words. Song He, who was indulging in some kind of fantasy, quickly held the folding fan that was about to slip off his palm, and nodded slightly: "Please let him come in."

Only then did the housekeeper signal to the guard who was standing aside waiting for instructions to go down and lead the way.

"Song He! You're kidding me!" An angry voice came from the path, and Linge strode towards Song He.

"Young Master Lin..."

The butler tried to stop it.

But Linger, who was surrounded by anger, pushed away the butler's blocking arm. He went straight to Song He and asked loudly, "Why didn't you wait for me last night?!"

Song He Youyou put down his folding fan and began to pour tea.

Seeing that Song He didn't care, Linge became even angrier!

"Song Zizhong!!! Do you fucking have other people in your eyes besides antiques and money!" Lin Xiaoye was so angry that he even swears, it seems that the volcano erupted.

"Brother Xichuang." Song He poured two cups of tea without haste while Ringer was talking, put down the secret-colored porcelain pot, and then said, "Please sit down. Today is Xishan Bailu, not as good as Xichuang Brother, try it first?"

After closing his eyes a few times, and clenched his fists again and again, Ringer didn't really dare to hit Song He's particularly annoying face in the end.Linge sighed for a long time, and Da Ma sat opposite Song He, picked up the small and exquisite secret-colored porcelain asparagus teacup, and swallowed the pitifully small amount of tea in one gulp.

After wiping the tea stains from his mouth, Ringe shot plaintively at Song He, who was holding a teacup, and was very dissatisfied: "Can't you send someone to tell me that you are back? You Do you know, my lord, I have been looking for you all night!"

Hearing this, Song He passed the teacup forward and said apologetically, "Brother Xi Chuang went to look for me."

The implication is that Ringer, a person who leaves Song He and the beautiful woman to spend the spring night, Song He really didn't expect him to find him for a night.

Ringer vented his anger in a flutter: I can't live with my own sins, not to mention that Ringer wasn't really angry at all.So in fact, everyone accompanied Ringer in this show knowingly, and Ringer said: He is very satisfied.

only……

"Brother Zizhong, you know about antiques all day long, do you know what people say about you, a businessman who treats antiques like your life? Do you still want to marry a wife?"

young married woman?

Song He's heart skipped a beat, and somehow he thought of a folding fan.He immediately stood up to see off the guests: "Brother Xichuang, Zizhong suddenly remembered something, so he won't see him off today."

After finishing speaking, for the first time, without waiting for a friend's reaction, he picked up the folding fan and walked to the veranda, because his steps were not as calm as usual because of his anxiety.

Linge tsk-tsk loudly, what's the matter?Turning his eyes a few times, thinking back to what he said just now, he probably doesn't care about outsiders' evaluation of the thriving famous businessman who is actually a nerd, so... Wife?

After much deliberation, it seems that there is only one possibility, but Linge is still a little confused, isn't his wife an antique?Which beauty can arouse brother Zizhong's heart?

tsk tsk~

It is worthwhile to come to Song's house by myself.

Song He rushed back to the inner room, carefully selected for a long time, and then hesitated to change into a suit that seemed to be the most satisfactory.I thought to myself: I don't know...if the folding fan is here...

Song He was alone towards the Guihe River where the two of them played yesterday, constantly thinking about what to say next.

Folding fan When did you get home last night?Are you sleepy?are you hungry?How about we go to dinner?

No, that's too stupid.

Folding fan, thank you for sending me home yesterday, I don’t know how you got back, I...

No, you can't inquire about the young man's situation.

Folding fan, we only played around the Guini River yesterday, how about taking a walk here at the Guini Bridge today?

No, today's sunlight is a bit stinging, so it's not appropriate to hurt the boy.

Folding fans, we...

No.

Folding fan, I...

No.

Folding fan, you...

No.

How should I open my mouth, so that the teenager will not feel bored and will have the desire to continue chatting?

Song Dashao, whose IQ was suddenly disconnected, was stumped by the opening remarks. This made his partners or subordinates see it, and wondered how shocked they would be.

Thinking about walking, he had already seen the Guili River, but Song He still didn't think of a perfect word, so he couldn't help clenching the hand that had been holding the thing anxiously.

Ok?

Is this a...folding fan?

Song He's deep eyes suddenly lit up, he can use this gift as a talking point!

only……

Young Master Song didn't seem to realize until now that the boy's nickname is so extraordinary and full of wit.

It couldn't have been a more fitting opening.

Young Master Song was even more satisfied with this folding fan.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

After planning everything, Song He straightened his long gown without a single wrinkle, and walked steadily towards the river.

Full of joy, he walked towards the bridge pier where he saw the young man yesterday. Before he got there, Song He stretched his head and looked over there impatiently—is there?

Song He suddenly lost his mind, and he quickened his pace and walked over.

Empty bridge piers, empty riversides.

Song He was a little disappointed, but he thought again: Maybe the boy hasn't arrived yet?What if it's night?Speaking of yesterday, I only saw it at night.

Thinking of another possibility, Song He regained his joyful mood.

Looking up at the sky, Song He felt a little regretful that he didn't bring his servant, otherwise he could have let him guard here for him.

stop.

Mountains and rivers meet each other.

He went to buy some things for the boy first.

Song He turned around and was about to leave.

Because of turning around and dawn, he didn't see the folding fan that had just been put on his waist suddenly flash a green light.

Turning around, Song He tripped over a piece of tough grass that came from nowhere, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Song He only felt his waist loosen, and something fell down.

He stood up and looked over: the folding fan that had just been placed on his waist unexpectedly fell down, and rolled into the river "gululu" at the riverside with almost no slope.

Song He, who was standing by the river, bent down to fish for it. He fished it back and forth, but found that he couldn't find the beautiful folding fan.

Guiwen River is so deep?

Song He looked at the calm water in surprise. The river was crystal clear, but there was no shadow of the fan.

Song He felt a little regretful, he planned to give the folding fan to the boy.

Just now in the pavilion, he looked at the folding fan and thought of the boy.At that time Song He felt that this folding fan should belong to the boy.

It's just that the gift was lost before it was delivered, so Song He had no choice but to give up.

Find another one for the boy.

I don't know if I can find a gift that matches the boy so well.

Putting away his floating thoughts, Song He turned around and planned to go to Nanpu again.

!

Turning around, Song He was surprised and delighted: "Folding fan!"

"Zizhong." The folding fan made a bow, Ruyu's face couldn't hide the pink flush of joy, "I didn't expect brother Zizhong to come so early."

Only then did Song He realize that there was something wrong with his expression, he quickly bowed back, and then said, "No way. Zizhong just arrived, and he didn't expect the folding fan to come here."

The folding fan winked at Song He, his long eyelashes flickering.

"Does Zizhong have any plans for today?"

Song He watched the young man suddenly think of the folding fan just now, and said with a little regret: "To tell you the truth, Zizhong found a folding fan yesterday. I wanted to..."

"Pfft." The boy on the opposite side suddenly smiled wryly, saying that the spring breeze was blowing on his face, and the winter snow had just melted.

Song He couldn't help staring at it, and after watching it for a while, he stupidly remembered that he was interrupted by the boy's laughter, and then asked suspiciously: "I don't know what the folding fan is laughing at? It's Zizhong who said nothing." Isn't it right?"

"No." The folding fan was overjoyed.This is the most un-businessman-like nerd.

Goblins say that scholars are fun, but if you ask him, nerds may not be as fun as businessman version of scholars.You know, not every nerd has the money to buy antiques, and they still buy a lot of antiques back home.And from the conversation between the shopkeeper and the nerd, plus the conversations of other goblins on weekdays, Folding Fan has already inferred the identity of the nerd——Song He, the young master of the No. [-] store in Los Angeles.As for the one next to him, it was Young Master Lin Ge of the Los Angeles City Lord's family with a nickname.It's nothing, what's interesting is, it's obviously full of businessmen who care about pennies and bucks, so why is it so interesting?Even the smell around the body is so good.He really liked it.

As a goblin, a goblin from more than three centuries ago, through the tempering of time, Folding Fan has already possessed the ability to perceive people's hearts, or in other words, the ability of people who match his personality.

He smelled the faint fragrance of Song He's body early on, it was the fragrance of ink, and it was also the smell of history.This makes folding fans from the Tang Dynasty very fond of.

So when the folding fan saw Song He in an antique shop for the first time, it showed all its beauty like a peacock spreading its tail.

Sure enough, the man smelled better.Because the taste can be added.If the person you like also likes you, then both parties can smell the other person.It's just that the folding fan is not sure whether humans have this ability.

In the evening, when Folding Fan met Song He, he didn't see any strange behavior from Song He, and he couldn't ask.So I have to give up for the time being, and just wait until I get familiar with it later.

Yes, the folding fan did not intend to hide its identity.

Over the past 300 years, he has seen many people in all shapes and sizes.He is not a fledgling, ignorant little goblin, he knows what he wants, and he also understands the laws of human survival.Understand that human emotions are immeasurable.

He didn't think Song He, who made him smell good, would do anything to him.Even if you can, then you have the right to treat yourself as blind.You are a goblin, how can you not protect yourself?

Folding Fan doesn't worry about that in the slightest.

But Song He didn't think it was strange that he appeared after losing the fan, and was even very happy to see himself.And unconsciously speaking out what was in his heart, the folding fan suddenly felt very happy.

So the folding fan laughed. He took Song He's hand, and his fingertips slid across Song He's palm intentionally or unintentionally. He denied Song He's guess.

"Do not."

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm very happy."

"I am very happy to meet Zizhong."

The author has something to say:

Is there really no little angel watching?

No……

Little angels, your support is my motivation.Without you, I have lost the strength and courage to code...

weeping...

ps: I didn’t know when the power went out last night before I called. I planned to update the article at noon and the power went out until evening. I can’t live through this day! ! !It's melting hot. .

Feeling like tumbling and tumbling in the oven all day...