Folding fan

When Ringer also joined the seat, the small tea table was surrounded by five people, the kind that fit perfectly.It is also a blessed table.

A few people exchanged tea with each other, you respect me and I respect you, and the current situation becomes clear.

Song He brought Shan Zhe here to choose gifts.

Linger ran in after Shen Mu.

Shopkeeper Li is the boss himself, and these four people come here often, so they are familiar with everyone.

But, what is the relationship between Shenmu and Danch?

Song He looked at the two people and smiled at each other in a friendly way, and couldn't help but squeeze the boy's hand tightly.

No matter what the relationship is, it is always better than a confidant.

What's more, Song He glanced at Linge who was looking at Shen Mu stupidly, and brother Xi Chuang was there, right?

"Folding fan, why don't we go somewhere else?" Song He, who had made up his mind but still didn't want to see the boy get close to others, took the initiative to ask.

"it is good."

Song He, who got the boy's affirmative answer, immediately stood up and bid farewell to everyone.

Linge glanced at his friend miserably at this moment, and almost spit out a sip of tea: Is this Song Dashao Song He who took the initiative to invite people and take the initiative to get in touch with them?Did you agree that you don't want to get in close contact with people?

Could it be... Ringe's eyes turned around nimbly a few times, this is the daughter-in-law who made the dignified Young Master Lin panic?

Looking at Young Master Lin like this, although he has been protecting the food, he still doesn't seem to be enlightened yet?Now it's time to play.

Song He and Folding Fan walked side by side in the bustling market. Their distinctive temperament made passers-by consciously give way to them, so that a spacious and bright straight line was drawn where the two walked.

Passerby: I always feel like my eyes are being stabbed by something bright.

"Folding fan, how...how did you know Shen Mu?" Seeing the young man's puzzled eyes, the dark eyes under the sun with a little bit of starlight, Song He expressed the uneasiness in his heart somehow.Covering his chest secretly, there was a heart that was about to jump out because of the boy. Song He saw the boy's red lips becoming more and more attractive, and something flashed in his brain.

"Because he and I are..." Folding Fan felt the tension coming from Song He's body, and saw that he was almost unable to maintain his usual gentle expression, so he completed what he said with satisfaction, "Because I and He's from the same place."

"What's the matter? Master Song..." When he said the last few words, the folding fan purposely approached Song He and whispered in his ear.

Song He:!

I seem to be really sick!The heart beats so fast!

"It's nothing, nothing." Hearing the boy's answer, Song He breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.However, when the boy leaned into his ear to talk, the boy's warm breath brushed over his sensitive earlobe, Song He felt his hairs all stand on end, and the itching and numbness flowed from the bottom of his heart again, along the blood vessels. to all parts of the body.As if bewildered, a faint fragrance wafted from the tip of his nose, Song He looked directly at the young man's smudged black phoenix eyes, "Folding fan, I...I..."

"Zizhong, there's an art booth in front, why don't we go and have a look?"

Song He's words were interrupted by a cold and joyful voice, and Song He immediately woke up.He looked at the young man's faint eyebrows, and there was a comforting atmosphere all over his body. He frowned slightly and ignored the regret in his heart. Song He nodded, "Okay."

The owner of the painting stall sat behind a small square wooden table, with his somewhat faded blue gown hanging down on the ground.With his left hand, he pressed the dark yellow Shuxuan, and with his right hand, he held the brush, slightly dipped in ink, and spread the ink color finely, and in the blink of an eye, he became a delicate bamboo painting of literati.

When the two folding fans approached, it happened that the boss was embellishing the bamboo with rocks.Waiting calmly for the boss to finish painting, the folding fan cupped his hands and said, "Shui Mo, did you meet someone who is destined for you today?"

Song He's heart shuddered, and he looked at Shui Mo.

But seeing the boss has bright eyes and a soft temperament.Years carved a few fish patterns in the corners of his eyes, adding a bit of worldly ups and downs.

Song He became more and more vigilant in his heart, this person was even more powerful than Shen Mu just now.Folding Fan spoke so kindly to him, the two seemed to have known each other for a long time.Thinking of the word for a long time, Song He felt uncomfortable for a while.

Shui Mo didn't seem to notice Song He's attention. He moistened the ink pen in his hand with clear water, then gently placed it beside the inkstone, stood up and saluted the folding fan, "Young Master Shan, you are here."

The folding fan chuckled, and asked familiarly: "Ink and wash are polite, can I use the ink brush?"

"Of course." Shui Mo suddenly looked up at Song He who was beside the folding fan, and began to tidy up the table, "Do you want to use that pen?"

"That's right." The folding fan suddenly put his arms around Song He's shoulders jokingly. Although it was difficult at first because of his height, he still insisted on his movements, "I think, let's draw it down again."

"Master Shan, here." Shui Mo put away all the miscellaneous things, leaving only a plain white three-layer folder on the thin blanket, and at the same time took out a black Langhao pen from underneath and handed it to the folding fan.

The folding fan withdrew its hand from Song He's body, took the pen and said to the people beside him, "Zizhong, sit here."

Folding Fan pointed to the small four-legged golden silk stool that came next to him at some unknown time, "I want to make a picture for you. How about it?"

Song He sat down according to his words. He looked at the boy's expectant and joyful eyes, and he didn't want to think about why there were so many people named after things, and he didn't want to think about the sudden appearance in front of him who knew every corner of Los Angeles. People who have seen it are even less willing to think about the sudden appearance of paper, pens and stools.

He is waiting.

But he didn't know what he was waiting for.

Song He only knows that he likes and enjoys this moment very much, which is more enjoyable than the first time he solved the pile.

And...he didn't want to disappoint the boy's expectations.

The young man was running the thin wolf hair in his hand smoothly, and a few strokes had already outlined the outline of a human body.After using pine smoke ink as a base, the young man left Zhu Jing, Shi Qing and other colors, and adjusted the flower green and gamboge into natural blue and so on.After the basic colors were almost ready, the boy began to paint the voice and smile of the person in the painting stroke by stroke.

I saw that the boy's subordinates kept moving, just looked up at the person sitting beside him from time to time, and then lowered his head to add details carefully.The dexterous hand drives the pen under his hand to rotate like a lively Hu Xuanwu. Song He can't help but stare blankly.

"Mother, mother, look!" A pink-carved jade child bounced up and down to the sad-eyed woman sitting on the stone chair, happily raised the painting that had been held all the way, and carefully handed the painting to the In front of his mother, he looked at his mother expectantly.

In the past, my father and mother liked to sit together and watch myself draw, and my mother would be very happy every time.Now that my father is gone, my mother shouldn't be so sad when she sees her paintings.

The child thought uncertainly.He didn't know why his father didn't come to see his mother and himself, and he didn't know why a mother and younger sister suddenly appeared, but he wanted to make his mother happy.

"Snapped!"

A woman in a bright red gold silk Xiangyan dress suddenly pulled out the painting and threw it on the ground.

"Bah, bah, bah! The little trash born by the bitch! The little trash stinks!"

A little girl like a Chihuahua jumped out from behind the woman, and her little feet stepped on the painting that fell to the ground.There are a few distinct footprints left on the white drawing paper, which are particularly dazzling.

The woman's long red nails overlapped each other, looked down at the mother and child, and ordered her followers arrogantly, "Clean up this place! Don't leave anything dirty!"

"Yes! Ma'am!" A group of boys in coarse cloth came rushing forward, nearly knocking down the child, but left a few black footprints on the painting.

The child stood in front of his mother, trying to stop the robbers: "What are you doing! I am the eldest son of the Song family! Aren't you afraid that my father will punish you if he finds out!"

"Young Master?" The pretendingly dignified woman sneered coldly when she heard Xiao Song He's words, and her words were mocking, "From now on, there will be no young masters in the Song Mansion! Only young misses!"

His eyes swept over the hesitant boy, and he said sharply, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and throw it to me!"

"Zi Zhong? Zi Zhong? Zi Zhong?" After finishing the painting of the folding fan, he planned to let the protagonist of the painting comment on it, but this person was dumbfounded.

but……

The folding fan concealed the suspicion in his eyes, ignoring the slight distress in his heart: What is Zizhong's lonely atmosphere?The smell has become bad.It really makes people want to destroy it.

"Huh?" Song He blinked and looked at the boy in confusion.

Seeing Song He's rare stupid expression, Folding Fan felt that such Zi Zhong was a little cute, and suddenly wanted to see Xiao Song He's appearance.Looking at his current appearance, he must have been a well-crafted little handsome boy when he was a child.

"Zi Zhong, if only I met you when I was young." Folding Fan thought about it, and unconsciously said the words.

Hearing the words of the folding fan, Shui Mo on the opposite side was taken aback.He glanced at Song He, then at the unknowing expression of the folding fan, and decided to keep silent.

Destined person.

It's really hard to come by.

But look at the good fortune of Young Master Shan and Young Master Song.

Song He was also taken aback when he heard what the folding fan said.as a child?

Thinking of the response just now, Song Hezhou's momentum froze, and he retracted it in an instant.

Zuo is just some clowns, besides, they have already been cleaned up, so it is not worth bothering.

"Zi Zhong also wants to see the folding fan he had when he was young." Song He looked at the folding fan, and his heart suddenly brightened.

His boy.

his,

folding fan.

"Zi Zhong really wants to see it?"

"Yeah." Song He nodded.His little folding fan must be very cute.

"It's not impossible, Zizhong." The folding fan said mysteriously, and before Song He asked, he changed the subject, "Wouldn't Zizhong come and see my paintings? Look... the eyes of the folding fan Zizhong?"

Song He took the painting and looked at it carefully.At first glance, a suave man pops out of the paper.Is it just that he is such a romantic person in the eyes of his teenager?Song He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"Zizhong Mo Xiao, the folding fan really likes Zizhong...'s paintings."

The young man's punctuation intentionally or unintentionally made Young Master Song's heart itch when he just understood his thoughts, but he still didn't dare to cross the threshold.

hold on……

hold on.

his teenager.

Sooner or later it was all his.

"Zizhong also likes it very much. Zizhong received it...a treasure that is unparalleled in the world." Song He deliberately learned the language of folding fans, and he was a little happy in his heart. He and the boy began to assimilate, and his face was still gentle. "Folding fan, can you give me the painting?"

"Of course."

The young man took it for granted, and his long and narrow eyes spoke affirmatively, which made Song He's heart tremble again.

What a... goblin.

Zishi, Song Mansion.

"Master, it's late at night. Are you blowing the lamp?" The butler knocked on the door and carefully reminded the master that it was time to rest.

"No, you go down first." A muffled voice came from the room, as if suppressing complex and entangled emotions.

"Yes, master. It's too late for the young master to pay attention, the old lady will be worried too." The housekeeper couldn't help reminding her, and left after hearing the young master's indifferent answer.

When will the young master find someone who knows the cold and the hot?

Old madam, you know under the spring, you must keep the young master safe.The first half of the young master's life was too hard.

Hearing the sound of footsteps that were fading away, Song He's men slowed down again.Through the orange light, Song He felt that not only his heart was warmed, but also the light was also warmed up when he looked at himself with handsome eyebrows on the rice paper.

Thinking of the boy's two friends he met during the day, and the boy's interesting words, Song He's eyes darkened.

His boy.

However, it is not easy.

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So, the creator of the not-so-simple boy—me: it is even more not so simple! 23333333