I am fickle

Although they have occasional disputes, they also appreciate each other sincerely.Perhaps because of the imminent parting, Song Heyu's attitude towards him was a little gentler.

They often travel to various restaurants together, and the name of "Fengshan Shuangsong" is getting louder and louder, and the two of them only need to look at each other to know each other.

At the parade place of the white-clothed boy, his heart was overwhelmed.

Song Heyu flicked Song Zhiye's slightly wrinkled sleeves, and said with a smile, "Brother Song is probably only suitable for wearing that shabby suit, and the new clothes I made for you will become like this in a short while."

Song Zhiye raised his eyebrows gracefully, and said, "You have to enjoy yourself to the fullest in life, what do you do with so many things in mind?"

It was him who was chic, and he was also childish, Song Zhiye bit the candied haws and said, "Would you like a bite, it's quite sweet."

Song Heyu smiled and waved his hands, Song Zhiye wiped the corners of his mouth: "If I hadn't met you, I would have gone to the Taoist temple a long time ago."

Song Heyu was very puzzled by his strange thoughts, "Why is Brother Song obsessed with Taoism?"

"I have seen a bald-headed kid before. At that time, I laughed at him as a young monk. Unexpectedly, he told me to enter the Tao in a serious manner. Later, for some reason, this idea stuck in my mind."

Song Zhiye stared blankly at a rouge shop, Song Heyu waved his hand in front of him, and said with a smile, "Brother Song, don't tell me that you are a man who wants to use rouge powder?"

Song Zhiye patted his forehead with a headache, he had been sad for so long, but He Yu's focus was on the daze.

"Okay, okay, Heyu, let's go back and draw two paintings for you."

"That's right. If you go to the Taoist temple secretly in the future, I won't be able to find you. But that's why I won't be able to receive such good paintings from Brother Song."

When the two were about to get into the carriage, a gentle "He Yu" sounded behind him. It was He Manzi, the future wife chosen by the family for him.

Miss He held up the hem of her skirt and bowed gently: "I didn't expect to see He Yu here, we are really destined."

Song Heyu didn't like or dislike Miss He, he just smiled politely, Song Zhiye really didn't like the smell of powder on Miss He, so he covered his nose.

Seeing his indifferent appearance, Ms. He also smiled awkwardly: "He Yu, next month No. 15 is our wedding date, why don't you accompany me to see my new wedding dress, how about it?"

Song Heyu was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Okay."

The candied haws in Song Zhiye's hand rolled down, and Song Heyu said, "Brother Song, let's go together."

Song Zhiye nodded, but Miss He was dissatisfied, and frowned: "He Yu, this is our business, it's not good to bring an outsider along."

"Outsiders? But He Yu and I are best friends, I can drink with him and watch the moon paint..."

Ms. He covered her mouth and smiled lightly, and said: "Mr. Song, no matter how good you are, you can only stop being friends. I am the one who will accompany him to give birth to a child. How can we say that we are a family."

Song Heyu's face was still calm, and he didn't say anything.

Song Zhiye couldn't help laughing: "Miss means that she can only accompany him to have children for nothing, and it's not of much use."

Miss He blushed for a moment, she just shook Song Heyu's sleeves and said coquettishly, "Heyu, Heyu, look at your brother Song..."

"You also said, since it's my brother Song, how do you want me to deal with it? Miss He, we are not married yet, so we should pay attention to etiquette, for example, don't call me so kind."

Miss He blushed even more, and Song Zhiye couldn't help laughing.