[ABO] The Sparrow in the Threshold

After going to Yin's house, he didn't maintain his daily training, and he had almost nothing to do except wandering around.Suddenly riding a horse in the racecourse, the physical exertion was more than he imagined, so on the way back, Yinque leaned against the window and fell asleep while the carriage was shaking.

He slept extremely deeply, not to mention his slow breathing, even a few big bumps failed to wake him up.

Zhiyu quietly observed her masters from the rearview mirror——Qianqiu was probably in a good mood, and it was rare that he didn't work in the car, but kept staring at the dark night outside the car window.And Yinque, who has always been vigilant and regards herself as a prisoner of the Yin family, unexpectedly has such a peaceful sleeping face.

She lightly took out a blanket from the storage box, handed it back, and asked Qianqiu if she needed to cover Yinque with her eyes.

Qianqiu was about to take it, when the sleepy Omega next to him suddenly raised his eyelids, looked at him with a confused expression, and then at Zhiyu.In the next moment, Yinque naturally changed direction and leaned on the man's shoulder: "Have you arrived yet..."

His voice was hoarse, but there was a strange sense of sexiness.

Qian Qiu took the blanket with the other hand, and gently shook the blanket off his body: "There is still a while."

"Can I take off my shoes..." Yinque murmured, and before the man could answer, she rubbed off her shoes, put her legs on the seat, and gave the man all her weight .Like a chick relying on the protection of a strong man, he rubbed against Qianqiu's shoulder and stopped when he found the most comfortable position: "Then I'll sleep for a while."

"Ah."

After the low-pitched response, the man ushered in another gentle breathing sound.

Both the driver and Zhiyu focused on their own affairs wisely, trying to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible, leaving this world to them.

Today's licorice is extraordinarily sweet.

Qianqiu sniffed the other party's pheromones, felt the body temperature conveyed from the connection, and was confused in this slightly romantic, clean and pure contact.

There have been times like this before.

Yinque would also lean on him to take a nap when he was drunk, or when he wanted to play tricks on him on a whim... In short, there were too many times.But that was not the same as this time. After cutting away all the false skins of their acquaintance, it seemed like two hearts exposed outside the chest cavity, supporting each other and beating slowly.

Did he really give in?

The man couldn't help but wonder.

It's just that no matter whether it's the silver bird that is uncertain and high above the sky, or the silver bird that seems to succumb to fate by his side now; his every move still has a fatal temptation.

The more colorful and beautiful it is, the more vicious and dangerous it is.The truth is quite simple, and men understand it very well.

The car drove into Wangdu City, Qianqiu's eyes kept falling on his shoulders.

They passed rows of dim yellow street lamps, and he watched Silver Sparrow's face flickering on and off, his lips slightly parted, sleeping soundly.

"Second Young Master...here we are." The driver reminded in a low voice, and parked the car in front of the west courtyard.

He nodded, carefully supported Yinque's head with his hands, and slowly let him lie sideways on the seat.He himself opened the car door and went down, walked around the car, and waved his hand before Zhiyu woke Yinque, motioning her to get out of the way.

The man leaned over into the car and hugged Silver Sparrow horizontally.

Zhiyu was a little surprised, but she was trained to keep calm when she saw anything unreasonable happen.She just followed behind Qianqiu, watching the man carry Omega into the bedroom all the way, not to mention gentle but overly careful to put him on the bed.

Qian Qiu stood quietly on the edge of the bed for a while before saying: "I'm going to take a bath, you take care of your wife."

"Yes."

The person in the dream didn't know all of this, but curled up unconsciously, with a cute appearance.

After returning from the racecourse, something unseen and intangible between them changed drastically.

Qianqiu felt this way, especially when he happened to see Yinque in the car the next day when he was running around in various shops.Yinque took Zhiyu and held a bunch of purple irises in full bloom as she strolled on the street.

Maybe Yinque had ulterior motives, but she really remembered his words.

His fair skin seemed to be glowing under the afternoon sun, and the iris, which had always looked dull and elegant, was actually a little more delicate in his hands.It's just a pity that his car was driving very fast, from seeing Yinque to disappearing into the crowd, it only took a few seconds.

Silverfinch sniffed the scent of irises, and suddenly felt that someone was watching him.As soon as he raised his head, he saw a black vehicle going away: "...Is that Qianqiu's car?"

"Yes ma'am." Zhiyu said next to him, "The second young master should check the accounts in various shops at this time, and he may just pass by here."

"He's really busy." Yinque handed the iris he just bought to Zhiyu, "It's not far from West Harbor, I want to go for a walk."

"The car is nearby, I'll go..." "No need," he put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and walked forward leisurely, "Go, I have nothing to do every day at Yin's house, and my joints are about to hurt. Rusty."

Of course Zhiyu would not go against his wishes—in fact, as long as Yinque didn't want to leave, he was almost free in the capital.

The two masters and servants were walking towards the west harbor on the stone road where people came and went. Many people couldn't help but look back again and again when they caught a glimpse of Yinque's appearance.Even though he acted like an ordinary person, the aura of a superior person on his body was hard to ignore.

However, Yinque has long been used to the gaze of others.

As long as he stood beside his father, sat in his family's car, and wore a trench coat embroidered with the family crest, he was sure to be noticed.He has long lost his sensitivity to these things, but for some reason, when Qian Qiu's car passed by just now, he still had the intuition that the other party was looking at him.

It's just that whether Qianqiu saw it or not, he can't confirm it, and he won't prove it.

The west seaport was full of merchant ships, and the workers were sweating in the sun. Yinque looked towards the place he always liked to go to. There was no one in that empty place, which contrasted sharply with the noise of loading and unloading goods next to him.He pursed his lips, frowned unconsciously, and looked around, trying to find the person he was looking for.

Based on what he knew about Cheng Huan, the other party was by no means the kind of person who gave up easily. Even if he didn't come as scheduled yesterday, Cheng Huan should still wait here.

A master can miss an appointment, but a servant cannot.

"...Is Madam looking for something?" Suddenly, Zhiyu asked.

Yinque came back to her senses, and took the opportunity of turning her head to talk to her to look in another direction: "You still don't dress up at all, the salary that the Yin family gives you should be quite impressive."

"Zhiyu is a servant, and servants should not dress up."

Got it!

At the entrance of a dark alley among nearby buildings, a beggar in ragged clothes was sitting against a wall, staring straight at where he was.

Yinque frowned, and walked straight towards the fence formed by the chains along the coast: "Well, after all, you belong to Qianqiu, not to me."

"That was not what I meant……"

"Don't worry, these words are literal, there is no need to think deeply." He stood on the bank, his hands naturally put on the iron chain; Zhiyu rarely followed him, instead of waiting far away.

These iron chains are unattended, and they are repainted every year to maintain their beauty. Now the surface paint has peeled off a lot, and the inside has long been corroded by wind, frost, rain and snow and is rusty and mottled.As soon as he put his hand on it, his fingertips were stained with a lot of dark red ash; seeing this, Zhiyu immediately held the bouquet in his arms with one hand, and wanted to take out the handkerchief: "It's better not to touch these, Ma'am, it's better to scratch the flowers." It will be very troublesome..."

Yinque raised her hand to stop her, and took out a dark handkerchief from her arms: "You think of me too weakly, haven't you heard of the young master who got married before?"

"heard about it."

He wiped the dust on his fingertips slowly: "What have you heard, tell me."

"..." Zhiyu was a little embarrassed, hesitating to pick something nice and said, "I heard that the young master of the married family has a top-notch business mind, is decisive in doing things, and has a sharp vision."

"Any more?"

"The skills are also very good, and there are very few people around him."

Yinque laughed suddenly: "Are you afraid that what you say will make me unhappy, I won't."

"Mrs……"

"Actually, in the Yin family, I am most familiar with you." He said lightly, "You are very good. If I can still be the young master of the married family, maybe I will dig you to my side."

"Zhiyu is a guilty person." She lowered her eyes, said indifferently but calmly, "I have lived in the Yin family so far for the sake of atonement, and I will never leave in this life."

Yinque looked at her expression with great interest, and looked away before the other party found out, suddenly threw the dusted kerchief to the ground, turned around and said: "Let's go, go back."

The woman came back to her senses, glanced at the handkerchief and then at Yinque: "Madam, don't you want it anymore..."

"If it's dirty, you don't want it." Yinque said, "It's not a valuable thing."

Her gaze stayed on the handkerchief for a second longer—it seemed to have words on it, but the color itself was too dark, and it was impossible to see what was written at a glance.Her intuition was telling her that Yinque would not be aimless, and there might be some conspiracy in it.But she didn't pick it up, instead she stepped over the handkerchief and hurriedly followed Yinque's pace.

In this short breath of time, she somehow remembered that ginkgo leaf.

It was caught in a book with a faded cover.

Yinque walked towards the bustling market against the light, and in Zhiyu's eyes behind him, his silhouette was completely outlined by the light, looking holy and extraordinary.

She followed with complicated emotions, and glanced back at a certain delicate moment.

A beggar was walking towards the place where they had just stopped, stopped and squatted down in front of the handkerchief, quickly picked it up and hid it in his arms.

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"It's really rare that you came back so early." Yinque just went up to the second floor of the west courtyard when she saw the man walk into the study.

Hearing Yinque's words, the man took two steps back, stood by the door and looked at him: "You can take it as I miss you."

Yinque sneered: "...the sweet talk will be avoided."

As he spoke, he naturally stretched out his hand to his side, asking Zhiyu to hand over the bunch of irises to him: "Go find some scissors."

Zhiyu looked at Qianqiu, nodded and stepped back: "Yes."

The man stood there watching him approach step by step as if waiting for him to pass by.The two of them walked into the study, Yinque held the flowers and raised her head slightly to look at the furnishings of the study: "I thought you would not let me in, what if I do something wrong... Your place is a little bit different from my study. Like, in clothes?"

"It's just a coincidence."

Qian Qiu didn't care what he wanted to do, he just sat down at the desk and looked for what he needed in the thick stack of documents.

Omega freely took the unused glass vase on the shelf, busily went to fetch half a bottle of water, then unwrapped the iris paper packaging, and arranged those delicate flowers one by one on the small table by the window.

The man was indeed busy when he came back, but for some reason, Yinque moved very lightly, but his attention was firmly caught.

Soon Zhiyu brought the scissors, and Yinque sat there, cutting the oblique openings for the flower branches one by one, cutting off the excess branches and leaves, and inserting them into the vase.The delicate iris still covered with dew, and the beautiful Omega with its head down and trimmed flower branches, just put together like a medieval oil painting.

Qianqiu's temples throbbed, something was ready to come out from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't break free from the shackles.

Omega placed the arranged flowers on his table, propped his hands on the wooden tabletop, leaned slightly and sniffed the fragrance of the flowers: "I'm here for you."

"Send me flowers with my money?" the man joked with a smile.

Yinque didn't give in, and returned the same smile: "Don't you also use my money to live, each other."

[The author has something to say]: After the sweetness, the days of bullying the young master are not far away (perverted speech