I bent the devil

It wasn't the first time Gu Jiu and Song Qingyi had spent the night in the wild, but the treatment before and now couldn't be compared.

Grilled just right, the outside is a bit burnt but the meat inside is very tender rabbit meat, as well as salty grilled fish, matched with picked, ripe sweet and sour wild fruits, and some hard, but freshly picked Soak in a soup made of mushrooms and it turns into a simple but delicious mutton puff pastry.

Gu Jiu felt that it was simply not too happy.

As for the eyes that seem to be sending over if there is nothing around?I'm sorry Gu Baba didn't pay attention.

What Gu Jiu didn't pay attention to didn't mean Song Qingyi didn't notice it, but compared to Song Yi and himself, whose expressions were almost identical, and Song Liu and Song Lin, who had everything in their minds and the other had their eyes downcast. Mingzhe intends to protect himself as if they hadn't seen anything.The reactions of Song Wu and Song Qi were really annoying.

It was a kind of unscrupulous scrutiny, and there was a constant exchange of unscrupulous eyes between Gu Jiu, Song Yi and Song Qingshu.As for Song Zhishang, he seemed extraordinarily quiet and well-behaved.However, there was an indistinguishable smile in those glazed eyes.

It seems to be watching the good show that is about to happen.

"I don't know what interesting things you two have seen?" Song Qingyi slowly tore the white cake into small pieces and soaked it in the milky white mushroom soup, with a habitual smile on the corner of his mouth, eyes I didn't raise it to ask.

The two, don't you mean Song Wu and Song Qi?

But there is no name at all.The smiling Song Wu and the gloomy Song Qi reached a tacit understanding without even exchanging eyes.

They are indeed at odds, they have always quarreled since they were young, and even when they were young, they would fight with each other in all kinds of desperate ways, until now Song Lin needs to mediate between them.But the quarrel also made them more familiar with each other than anyone else.Regardless of his temperament and way of thinking, even when the two of them attacked together, even Song Yi had to avoid the edge.

It was also because of this strange way of getting along that Song Yi and the elders of the Song family tolerated the 'innocuous' bickering and fighting between them many times.

——At least, they still remember that each other's surname is Song, and they are connected by blood.

And now Song Wu and Song Qi have proved the tacit understanding between the two of them. Song Wu smiled and didn't even look at each other with Song Qi, but looked at the food in the bowl in front of him with a caring expression. Song Qingyi. "Nephew Tsing Yi, it's not that I haven't seen you well since I was an uncle, so I'm curious. Don't mind me, I... I'm just such a carefree person." After speaking, he laughed.

don't you mind?

Is this sentence a junior should bear?

Song Qingyi gave a hand, but before he could react, Song Qi had already opened his mouth in a sinister manner. Coupled with his gloomy expression, when we met at night, he looked like a skinny swordsman who died in vain and had a somewhat carefree and heroic appearance. Crawling out of hell, just to find his enemy.

"Old man, don't put your hot face on it." He stared at Song Qingyi and snorted coldly, "Even the young castle master wants to call me and you uncle, Mr. Song is so majestic, it's you . Humph."

...Is it a metaphor for no tutor again?

Song Qingyi lowered her eyes, her long and straight eyelashes half covered her eyes, so she couldn't see her inner strength clearly.

At this moment, there are only the sound of the fire next to it, the crackling sound of dry wood being burned, and the sound of playing and playing in the woods not far away.

And the place where even the air seems to be frozen now, it's like another world.

It's bad.

Gu Jiu listened on the sidelines. In fact, when Song Qingyi opened his mouth, he noticed that something was wrong, but when he wanted to open his mouth to smooth things over, Song Wu preempted him, and Song Qi followed closely and said in a strange way. After these two sentences, as an outsider, he seems to have no position to intervene in other people's housework.

After all, his current status is only Song Qingyi's friend, and he is also a junior in front of Song Yi and others.Compared with Uncle Zhao, who was a subordinate at the beginning, these people are not the ones he can choke on casually. One bad thing is to cause trouble for Tsing Yi.

Just when he thought about the dilemma and didn't know what to do, Song Qingyi raised his eyes to look at Song Wu again, the smile on his face seemed to be bigger, but it didn't seem to change at all.But after hearing those words, there was still no obvious anger or excitement on his face, and Song Liu and the others were a little taken aback. I couldn't help but look up at Song Qingyi.

"It's all Tsing Yi's fault. I've been wandering since I was a child and I'm used to robbing animals for food, so when I eat..." I raised my eyes and looked at Song Wu and Song Qi. The black jade-like pupils were bottomless, but the eyes But Wan Wan, "I can't see anyone watching too much."

Soft-spoken. "Because staring at you, it means that there is an attempt." There was a hint of shyness and shame in the smile, "If there is an attempt...then call back immediately."

"Nobody taught etiquette since I was a child, and please invite Fifth Uncle and Seventh Uncle...don't forgive me."

The smile was warm and there was a trace of apology for his rudeness, but this kind of Song Qingyi made Song Wu swallow secretly by those eyes that were so dark that he couldn't see clearly. Song Qi, who could scare half of the people away, was all in these eyes, with an expressionless, gloomy face that could drip, and slowly turned his eyes away.

He didn't snort as coldly as usual.

Song Liu looked at Song Qingyi calmly again.The thoughts in my heart deepened.

Don't cause trouble, and don't be afraid of trouble.This is good.

But what is commendable is 'ability to bend'.Many young people with outstanding martial arts are always difficult to lower their accustomed pride because of their high martial arts or prominent family background.

It often takes many years of suffering and life experience to gradually wear away those water chestnuts that hurt others a thousand and hurt yourself eight hundred.

But Song Qingyi thought it was the 'Eldest Son of Song' who came back to the Songjiabao in the best condition after it had been built to perfection.

... Now even Song Liu has some doubts. Could the words outside that he thought were illogical at all really be a game of chess that Song Yi spent nearly 20 years playing?

——"Okay." Song Yi, who had been silent for a long time, looked at the mouth and didn't look at anyone. He just used a dead branch in his hand to fiddle with the broken wood that hadn't been burned by the fire, and slowly Tun Tun opened his mouth. "...I have to go on my way tomorrow, Song Wu, go and call the children back, Song Liu, go and arrange the sentry position for tonight. The rest of you are waiting... Let's take some rest." He threw it lightly casually, then A dead branch directly shot through the two-inch thick wood that was halfway through the fire, and nailed it straight.

It seemed unintentional, but... it seemed like a warning.

Then he glanced at Song Qingyi lightly, then turned and left.Song Zhishang jumped up obediently, patted the grass clippings on his body, and with those naturally smiling eyes, looked innocently at Gu Lin and Song Wu and the others on the other side before turning around and chasing after the man who was about to enter the tent. Song Yi went.

And Song Wu also smiled and got up immediately like a normal person, and followed what Song Yi said, and went to change the small stream in the woods from fishing with stones to a little brat who took off a piece of clothes when he lost. They were brought back.

At the end of the fire, only Song Qingyi who was still slowly drinking the mushroom soup, and Gu Jiu who had finished eating was watching.

"... Tsing Yi." Gu Baba stared at Song Qingyi, who was slow and still looking like a normal person for a long time, and then said worriedly. "You've just……"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped when Song Qingyi shook his head faintly, "It's okay." Song Qingyi whispered, and when he looked at Gu Jiu in a blink of an eye, he didn't know if it was because of the reflection of the fire next to him that Gu Jiu was overwhelmed by Song Qingyi's words. I missed a beat at a glance.

"I have a sense of proportion, don't worry." Song Qingyi comforted Gu Jiuhou, who was always worried about himself, with a smile that was completely different from just now, and continued to eat slowly with his head down, but his spiritual consciousness was scattered in the Song Liu, who was talking to the guards, and Song Lin, who had walked away and smiled with his nephew, didn't know what they were talking about.

The firelight in the eyes was generally blocked by the half-covered eyelashes, and it was only left on the eyelashes, making it a little golden, which seemed a little dreamy and unreal.But it is very beautiful.

It's just that no one knows what this handsome young man, who looks like suet and white jade under the light of the fire, is thinking at this moment.

If you want not to be easily attacked by others, you must have the power that is completely your own.

Song Qingyi drank the pancake soup that had been just soaked slowly, and the mist sprayed up slightly, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.