The male partner who never gives up treatment

In the quiet night, Song Qingzhou stepped on the thin moonlight, quietly away from the crowd, and walked lightly to the front yard of the lonely house. Before he got close, he smelled a refreshing sweet fragrance, which made people feel refreshed.

A thick and luxuriant Albizia julibrissin tree came into view, with large blooming flowers crowded in the middle of the emerald green leaves, pink and white, shaped like pompoms, really indescribably elegant and beautiful.

However, Song Qingzhou's footsteps did not stop here. He raised his head and glanced at the top of the tree. Seeing that there was nothing there, he felt a sense of loss inexplicably, and then he turned his gaze to the main hall a few meters away. .

Different from the dirty walls of other surrounding houses, although the main hall has been in disrepair for a long time, the doors and windows look crumbling, but there are no dust and cobwebs on them, which is somewhat unexpected.

Stepping over the steps, Song Qingzhou stood outside the hall, slowly opened the door and walked in. The inside was very clean, and it didn't look like a place that had been abandoned for many years. Down below are the incense burner and table that have been wiped spotless.

"Why are these things enshrined? Won't it hurt you?" Song Qingzhou frowned slightly, and asked the empty room with unmistakable worry in his dark eyes.

Hey, who is this person? Could he be talking to me?

Someone hiding behind the pillar was full of question marks, and subconsciously poked his head out to look at the unexpected visitor.

Everything was quiet, Song Qingzhou waited for a long time, but he still didn't see any reaction from that person. Instead, he felt an unknown fire, and his heart, which had been calm for more than ten years, was completely enveloped by a strange emotion.

Song Qingzhou took a few steps forward, grabbed the lower end of Dao Juntu with one hand and rolled it up, stretched out the other hand to grab the sandalwood box hidden behind, and shouted coldly: "Come out, hurry up!"

Bai Su turned pale with shock, and shouted: "Don't touch it!" Under the fright, he even forgot to hide his body.

Song Qingzhou turned around holding the box, his thin lips curled up at an extremely slow speed, and the frozen heart lake slowly melted away, "It really is."

Bai Su was startled when he heard the words, looking at Song Qingzhou, who was outstanding both in appearance and temperament, he gradually felt a little familiar, and tentatively said, "Xiao Zhou?"

Song Qingzhou nodded: "It's me."

It should be said that it was the eighteenth change of the male university. How did the white dough in those days evolve into the unsmiling appearance of today? It is simply not scientific at all.

The most unbearable thing is that he seems to be much taller than me, Bai Su silently swallowed a mouthful of blood, and asked with a paralyzed face: "It's midnight, what are you doing here?"

"I still vaguely remember some things from my infancy, so come and have a look." Under the dim moonlight, Song Qingzhou gazed at Bai Su with nostalgia, stroking the exquisitely carved patterns on the sandalwood box with his fingertips, and said faintly : "If I'm not wrong, this is the container that holds your soul body. As long as you take this thing out of the lonely house, the gossip mirror at the gate will never hurt you again."

After all, it was Xiaozhou. When he first arrived, he wanted to take him out of here. Bai Su was very upset. Although he felt that a one or two-year-old child could remember things, and 16 years later, it was a bit against heaven. But Bai Su only thought that Song Qingzhou was very talented, and didn't think about it at all. He smirked for a while, and then said seriously: "Xiao Zhou, it's enough for you to have this kind of heart. As for this proposal, I'm afraid it won't work."

Song Qingzhou's face changed, "Why not?" When he said this, he threw the sandalwood box and hugged it tightly, with a very stubborn expression.

Bai Su shrugged helplessly: "I can't help it, I want to leave this wretched place sooner than you do, but don't forget, I am a lonely ghost who has been wandering for an unknown number of years. The law of operation, logically, I should have been reincarnated a long time ago. It is all because of the magic circle set up by some expert in this house to force my soul together to keep me living in the world for so many years. In other words, if I leave forcibly The solitary house, if I leave the scope of the soul-gathering array, I'm afraid I'll be out of my wits right away!"

Su Bai's fingers covering the box were tightly tightened, Song Qingzhou looked at Bai Su steadfastly, his eyes were sometimes confused, sometimes painful, and at the end, he asked unwillingly, "Your name."

At this moment, there was a noisy sound from the courtyard, and everyone shouted in unison: "Song Qingzhou, where are you, Song Qingzhou?"

Smelling the stranger's breath, Bai Su reflexively wanted to dodge, but Song Qingzhou blocked his way with sharp eyesight and quick hands, and repeated stubbornly with his head raised: "Name, tell me your name."

As a last resort, Bai Su left his name and hurriedly escaped into the sandalwood box.

As soon as Song Qingzhou hid the square box, everyone followed the sound to find it. The small room suddenly seemed more cramped and crowded, and it seemed that even breathing became difficult.

Seeing Song Qingzhou, Lin Yimiao, who was surrounded by the crowd like stars and moons, was overjoyed, walked up to him quickly, pulled the other party's sleeve and said, "Qingzhou, I finally found you, why did you run here without saying a word?" Here?" She pursed her cherry lips, half coquettishly, half complainingly said: "But we are so worried."

Song Qingzhou turned a deaf ear, he pulled back his sleeves calmly, and walked out first.

Seeing his attitude, the other boys inevitably felt aggrieved, and muttered with the corners of their mouths curled up, "Who is this? I've been looking for him for a long time without a single thank you!"

Lin Yimiao has been pampered and cared for since she was a child, and she has always wanted the wind and the rain, and no one has ever treated her with words. Only Song Qingzhou, no matter how he pleases the hint, he just turns a blind eye look like.

It's strange to say that according to Lin Yimiao's temper, if someone dared to lose face to her, he would have used the power of the family to take revenge, but this time he was willing to compromise for some reason.

Lin Yimiao bit the corner of her lips and stood quietly for a while, her face turned from red to blue, from blue to white again, full of grievances, wondering if she is an heir, what's the big deal, looking at this is still decades ago, Now the Song family has begun to decline, if there is no one to turn the tide, sooner or later it will become empty...

But it is such a person, from the first sight, it seems to have taken root in her heart, deeply penetrated into the blood and bone marrow, and the slightest touch will hurt the heart, could it be that it is really owed by the previous life Bad debts?

After returning from the lonely house, Song Qingzhou voluntarily returned to the Song family for the first time, and the servants in the yard were stunned, wondering if the young master's illness has been cured?

However, the facts proved that this was just their whimsy. Song Qingzhou still had that cold and reticent temperament, walking past Song Xiuming and Yin Shiya who were having dinner, and went straight to the dusty attic.

Yin Shiya swallowed what was in her mouth, secretly rolled her eyes, and muttered maliciously: "Why is he back?"

Hearing that the servant said that Song Qingzhou was rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for something, and Song Xiuming couldn't eat anything, he rinsed his mouth, went upstairs alone, looked at him carefully, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Qingzhou straightened up and looked at him calmly: "The Song family tree."

Song Xiuming was displeased: "What do you want the genealogy for?"

"Is Song Zhi, Prime Minister of the Yong Dynasty, our ancestor?"

Realizing that their father and son might have secret matters to discuss, the other servants had already left. In the dark and quiet room, Song Xiu straightened his back and said in a proud tone, "That's right. Back then, our ancestor Song was in charge of state affairs, and he held the power to overthrow clouds and rain. , One person is under ten million people, even the royal family and nobles have to avoid their edge, what a glorious scene!"

Song Qingzhou pressed on step by step, and boldly guessed: "Then the lonely house in the suburbs is actually the property of the Song family?"

Song Xiuming narrowed his eyes slightly, and there were strands of undercurrents surging in his increasingly cloudy eyes, and he said vaguely: "It's natural, so I want you to go to that old Zhang Zhixu's birthday party, and then put that old Bring back the key passed down from generation to generation!"

Something flashed in his mind between the light and the flint, and Song Qingzhou faintly felt that he seemed to be getting closer to some truth. He couldn't help but clenched his palms and asked in a voice: "What key?"

"A key that can unlock the treasure." Song Xiuming opened his eyes wide, with an unnatural blush on his face, excitedly paced the room, and couldn't help but speak loudly: "As long as we have that key, we The Song family can make a comeback and regain its former glory, as long as it has it..."

Song Qingzhou looked at Song Xiuming with disgust, and deliberately poured cold water on him: "Don't forget, it belongs to the Zhang family."

"Shut up!" Song Xiuming glared at him viciously, with a ferocious and excited expression, and said loudly: "What do you know, those treasures were accumulated by the ancestors of Song Zhi during his lifetime, and they should be inherited by our Song family's descendants. It's just taking advantage of the fire, if it wasn't for fear of them jumping over the wall in a hurry and destroying the key, why would I have to swallow it, the key returned to our Song family, it would be returned to the original owner, who would dare to criticize it!"

Song Qingzhou sneered and remained silent.