Folding fan

Song He only felt that the flowers exploded in front of his eyes, just like the fireworks set off last night-when the boy said "I am very happy to meet Zizhong", big flowers bloomed in front of his eyes with a "bang".

The sheng and flute sing together, and the flowers fall like rain.

Seeing Song He's reaction, Folding Fan laughed even more from the bottom of his heart: It's indeed the person I like!

But the folding fan on the face still pretended to be ignorant and confused, shaking hands in front of Song He in doubt, and looked at him worriedly: "Zi Zhong? Zi Zhong?"

"Hmm..." Song He came back to his senses and responded calmly.But Song He didn't know that the erratic smell around him had already exposed his mood.

Who knows, the boy opposite him is a goblin.

"Where does Zizhong want to go next?" the boy asked.

Seeing that the young man kept silent about his stupidity, Song He felt that he liked the young man more and more.It seems that if you stay with the teenager for a while, this liking will increase by one point.He didn't know the difference between this and his liking for antiques, but subconsciously, he didn't want to think about it.It seems that if you think about it a little more, something will change, and it will be out of your control.

Young Master Song is used to strategizing and subconsciously avoiding such an existence that cannot be controlled by himself.

However, there are some things that cannot be escaped.

Song He pondered for a moment, seeing the boy's expectant gaze, his heart skipped a beat again.There seemed to be an indescribable fragrance on the boy's body, light and faint, but surprisingly pleasant.He calmed down calmly, and said to the young man, "How about going to Nanpu?"

"Okay." The folding fan chuckled, and took Song He's hand again, "Then let's go."

Song He, who was once again seduced by the boy's bright smile, froze again, and followed the boy expressionlessly.

After crossing Guiyi Bridge, you will find Dongshi.

Not long after heading south from Dongshi, the two arrived at the intersection of Nanpu.

Looking at the cold bluestone path, the folding fan pretended to scratch the opponent's palm inadvertently, and looked at the opponent innocently, "Zizhong, what then?"

"Let's go." Song He, who was gradually getting used to the boy's intimate actions, finally took the boy's hand this time, "Let's go to the Tibetan Moon Pavilion."

Going to Cangyue Pavilion to choose a gift for the young man, Song He thought in his heart, and the young man happened to be there too.

"Cangyue Pavilion?" The smile on the folding fan hesitated for a moment, then returned to normal in an instant, "Okay."

Could it be that the idiot is starting to doubt?

I am a little happy to think of this possible folding fan, it turns out that I am not a fool.

After all, it's not easy to find someone who smells so good.

Song He pushed open the carved mahogany door first, and then closed the door after the folding fan entered.

He stretched out his hand and made a long bow, "Shopkeeper Li, Zizhong brought a friend to see you today. This is Shan Zhe."

Shopkeeper Li leaned on the calf-high table, glanced at the folding fan lightly, raised the teacup in his hand and said, "Would you like a cup of tea, little friend?"

"Treasurer Li." The folding fan smiled lightly, then walked over and sat down on the ground, picked up the small porcelain cup opposite and said, "It's disrespectful."

"You guys know each other?" Song He, who hadn't finished his introduction, looked at the two people he knew well, and watched the boy leave him and walk towards Shopkeeper Li, feeling that the scene in front of him was a little... dazzling.

Unable to tell what it was like, Song He simply stopped picking antiques and walked to the folding fan and sat on the floor, "So, Zizhong is here to join in the fun."

Shopkeeper Li welcomed him happily: "Young Master Song is really joking. Because of Young Master Song, this old man's house is also very lively today."

After speaking, he handed the porcelain cup in his hand forward and said respectfully, "Please."

Song He accepted the cup of tea gently, took a sip from the cup, and looked at the young man beside him, "Zheyan..."

"Dangdangdang."

There was an unhurried knock on the door.

Shopkeeper Li kept moving his hands, he only glanced at the folding fan lightly, and said, "Please come in."

"Yo~"

Song He froze for a moment when he heard the voice, feeling uncomfortable.He subconsciously became vigilant, and out of worry, he directly held the hand of the person beside him. He was relieved to see the young man's expression as usual, and looked at the person who came.

The person who came was a square and crowned young man. He was dressed in bright and dazzling cherry red, which happened to cover the young man's body, which made the young man's skin even fairer.The most eye-catching thing is the young man's charming peach blossom eyes. There seems to be a lingering affection between the brows, the clear waves are slightly rippling, and the look is shining brightly.The end is a beautiful woman who is all over the country, if it is not for the obvious bulge in the throat, it is really easy for people to judge the wrong gender.

"Is it so lively today?"

The beauty's vermilion lips parted lightly, and her words were like lingering butterflies and flowers, or whispering like two swallows on a beam, spewing out fragrance invisibly, fascinated people's eyes and hearts together with the fragrance of tea.

"This is really... a coincidence." The folding fan paused, feeling the vigilance from the people around him, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

I just didn't expect... this idiot could be so cautious.

"Chen Mu also wants a cup of tea?"

"Shen Mu will definitely not refuse an invitation from a beauty." Shen Mu smiled and winked at the folding fan, feeling Song He's more vigilant expression from the corner of his eye, and the smile on his face became bigger.

"I don't know who is next to the beauty..." The intentionally elongated tone aroused the infinite imagination of the audience.

It's just...but no one here pays attention to his words.

Song He watched the "menacing" Shen Mu vigilantly, while holding the boy's hand uneasily, always feeling that something was about to break through.

Feeling the ups and downs of Song He's mood, Song He gently rubbed the hands they held, and stopped talking.There was only a hint of warning in the eyes looking at Shen Mu, and when he turned to Song He again, he was dazed and innocent again.Shen Mu, who is familiar with the nature of folding fans, can't help but feel a little surprised, human beings are so good?Thinking of the fools he met these two days, what Shen Mu insisted on in his heart was a little shaken.

However, shopkeeper Li sipped his tea calmly, as if he didn't notice the torrent flowing between the lines of the three people in front of him.

"beauty!"

Just when the air fell into a strange silence, a familiar voice passed through time and space, breaking the almost stagnant atmosphere.

Linger was out of breath, and rushed in with some stumbling steps, but was stunned by the luxurious camp in front of him: This, this, this?

beauty!

shopkeeper's.

Song He?

Also, who is the person next to Song He holding his fingers?

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Ringer fell into a paranoia that was blinded by running...