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After being raised at home for more than a week, Jiang Song wrote a lot of seals for Gu Changxi.

He remembered that Gu Changxi liked beautiful stone materials very much when he was a child, and he saved up all the beautiful stones he encountered over the years.

Whether he is going to the Gobi Desert or Southeast Asia, he always pays attention to the beautiful stones suitable for engraving.

He also didn't think that one day he would be able to personally give it to this brat, at most it was just a thought.

But now when Gu Changxi came to think of it, no matter what he wanted to engrave, Jiang Song wrote him a seal one by one.

The seal stones that were originally placed in the cabinet were written on one side in a few days, and they were neatly stacked on the corner of the table, forming a scene of red, green and green.

What Jiang Song didn't expect was that Gu Changxi seemed to have studied the engraving carefully in the past few years outside.

No matter what kind of handwriting he writes, Gu Changzhen can grasp his brushstrokes very well, and his knife technique has his own style.

As soon as the knife and the brush are blended, Jiang Song's own soft and delicate style has added Gu Changxi's fierce and wild style.

Jiang Song himself liked the engraving, and often played with it secretly while Gu Changzheng was not paying attention.

These seals Gu Changzhen did not make seals, saying that they will be opened together on the day they will be used.

"Are you going to make a printed book? Just stamp the whole book?" Jiang Song leaned in the armchair, holding a warm water bottle on his stomach.

He recently ate the herbal porridge made by Gu Changxi every day, and he didn't repeat the same for a week, and he basically didn't feel too uncomfortable after the meal.

"I asked Mr. Jiang for those seals, and I will decide the purpose myself." Gu Changxi checked the temperature of the hot water bag and gave him a cold look.

Jiang Song leaned lazily against a soft pillow, probably because the temperature in the room was slightly higher, warming his jade-colored cheeks to a faint rosy red.

He didn't care about Gu Changxi's cold tone, and slowly covered a yawn, "Then how big is a painting to hold so many seals?"

Gu Changxi raised his eyes and looked at him deeply.

Jiang Song was a little baffled: If you don't want to say it, don't say it, what do you want me to do?

He was too lazy to talk to Gu Changzhen, and curled up deep in the soft pillow.

He was getting sleepy when the doorbell rang.

Jiang Song propped himself up, leaning on the armrest to stand up, "I guess it's Xing Ce, he said yesterday that he would come over today."

"Sit down." Gu Changxi protected his waist and gently pushed him back into the chair.

It has been like this for the past few days, except for writing and writing, Gu Changxi doesn't let him easily do anything by himself.

Jiang Song looked at Gu Changzhen's back as he walked towards the door, and sighed lightly.

Xing Ce came in with a few squabs that were still fluttering, and the room immediately became lively.

"What's the matter?" Xing Ce murmured in a low voice while changing his shoes, "Where are my slippers? Why, there are only disposable slippers these few times?"

Jiang Song couldn't say that Gu Changxi threw it away, and said with a smile, "Why do you bring so many pigeons here?"

"What else can happen? Old lady! Listen to her friend, I heard that she fell down a while ago, and bought tender, tender pigeons for her from her hometown. She insisted that I bring some of them, and said that the soup needs to be eaten." Just poured out of the casserole, you can't cover it with a thermos, and you don't know where it came from, so much money." Xing Ce also had a headache when he said it.

The pigeon in his hand fluttered, flying a room full of little fluffs.

"The old lady asked me to take it, bring it here, and eat it once a day." Xing Ce gave Gu Changxi the pigeon cage, "Just put some onion, ginger and wolfberry, and don't put the other mushrooms or anything else. Originally, it wasn't Eat the taste."

Jiang Song didn't expect that Xing Ce would be so courageous that he dared to blatantly order Gu Changxi. He was a little worried that he would cause trouble, "You can just put it in the kitchen, I can do it myself."

"You?" Xing Ce laughed, "You should stew, do you cook instant noodles when stewing pigeon soup?"

"I..." Jiang Song blinked, and reviewed his cooking skills, "I put the water first and then the ingredients, what's the difference?"

He didn't expect Gu Changxi to speak very gently: "Uncle Xing, just give me the pigeon."

"Feed the ones you don't want to eat first, feed them," Xing Ce also told him, "My mother also packed a big bag of Shi'er. The small stones in the corn are put there on purpose. Don't pick them out. .”

"Okay, I see." Gu Changxi listened carefully, and lifted the bag of corn to have a look.

Jiang Song stared dumbfounded at Gu Changxi carrying the pigeons and corn to the kitchen, and asked Xing Ce, "What medicine did you give him?"

Xing Ce himself didn't think there was anything strange about it, "Isn't he just showing face to you and others? Then he doesn't, if he doesn't scare me, I have nothing to be afraid of him."

"Okay." It really makes sense.

Jiang Song leaned back in the chair, "Auntie, is your health better recently? Didn't the fall last time still recover quickly?"

"Just about to talk about it," Xing Ce moved a small bench and sat down next to him, "My mother has suffered a lot, and it's her fault. It will be her birthday in two days. I think big, Let the old lady be happy to do it once."

"Should be." Jiang Song nodded, "What do I need to do?"

Xing Ce is a single parent, basically raised by his aunt alone.

During the most difficult time, Xing Ce's tuition fees were paid by Jiang's family.But they didn't dare to let Xing Ce's mother know, so they said it was the school's exemption.

When Xing Ce grows up, his mother will be at the end.

"Can I need you, what are you doing?" Xing Ce smiled, "I have booked everything, and there are not many relatives at home. I only think of you two, and treat me like a letter all day long, like a carrier pigeon, What will you give today, and what will she give tomorrow, are you too tired to panic?"

"Why don't you take advantage of this opportunity, opportunity, and you show up at the birthday dinner, and I'll find a chance for you, so we can say a few words of kindness!"

"Is it okay?" Jiang Song sat up a little nervously, "Would she be unhappy seeing me?"

"The old lady is talking about it! You must pretend, pretend not to be happy, right?" Xing Ce scratched his head, "But how can you really be unhappy?"

Jiang Song rubbed his face, "Can I watch now?"

He was afraid that his appearance would make the old man feel bad if he looked sick.

Xing Ce looked him up and down seriously, "Compared to last week, he looks a little different."

Last week, Jiang Song was so skinny that he was completely out of shape, and Xing Ce was terrified just thinking about that appearance of not eating or drinking.

It's not like this hasn't happened before.

Jiang Song looks like a good guy, and makes a lot of jokes every day.But even if he lacks the yang energy of a living person, no one can help him lose weight day by day.

It's as if he has no concept of life and death, and he doesn't feel life passing through his body at all.

An old doctor once said to Xing Ce when he was handing over a critical illness notice: If this person dies, even the gods will die.

Fortunately, Gu Changxi moved in, and Jiang Song rarely saw some blood on his face again.

Jiang Song couldn't hear Xing Ce's mental activities, but only knew that he was happy to see his aunt when he had the opportunity.

He smiled and "tssed", "Who do you think is ugly?"

Xing Ce glanced back at the kitchen, lowered his voice, and said seriously, "I'm serious, do you think you can stop doing this in the future? It's too dangerous and scary. If you think you can live with Gu The child is not comfortable, is there any problem living in my house, our family is also lively, isn't it..."

"Uncle Xing," Gu Changxi walked into the living room unhurriedly, "Lunch is almost ready, why don't you stay and have a meal before leaving?"

It was a little different from the way he picked up the pigeons just now. His tone was much more polite, but somehow there was a sense of alienation warning.

The back of Xing Ce's neck tightened, "I have food at home, no, I won't be crowded with you."

Gu Changxi handed him a mini suitcase with gold wire, "Uncle Xing, take this back to Auntie."

Xing Ce no longer knew how to argue with him about titles, and looked down at the small box in confusion, "What is this?"

"Liquid calcium," Gu Changxi didn't explain too much, "may help the elderly recover from falls."

There were many foreign characters written on the box that did not resemble English, and the handle was tied with exquisite high-grade silk.

Xing Ce didn't answer, "This, isn't this expensive?"

"It's not as expensive as pigeons." Gu Changxi passed the box forward and asked casually, "My aunt's birthday, can I go?"

Xing Cexin said that Gu Changxi was not around when he told Jiang Song about this just now.

He looked around in horror, but couldn't find anything to monitor and monitor, and didn't dare to say anything more, "Come if you want, anyway, all the people who come are from my family."

And he was also afraid that when there were too many people, he would not be able to take care of Jiang Song.

Speaking of it, he is also quite contradictory. On the one hand, he always feels that Gu Changxi, a little brat who can’t be said, is scary. On the other hand, if Jiang Song is really completely separated from others, he is really worried.

In the end, he took Gu Changxi's small box, and said in a low voice, "Then you also look at him at that time, a little bit, he won't be angry and tired these two days."

Gu Changxi lowered his head calmly, "I know."

As soon as Xing Ce left, Gu Changxi brought Jiang Song's meal over.

The medicated porridge made by Gu Changzhen is really delicious. From the first time Jiang Song saw the meal, he felt nauseated ahead of time, but now he has faintly looked forward to the meal.

Gu Changzhen made fish mince, tube bone and beef porridge for him, and every time he boiled them to perfection, the porridge gave him a warm and solid feeling as soon as it slipped into his stomach.

He leaned forward slightly, waiting for Gu Changzhen to put the porridge in front of him, "What did you do today?"

Gu Changxi changed the warm water bag on his stomach, "You can eat whatever you want."

Jiang Song has become accustomed to his way of speaking, and he still lifts the lid of the small casserole happily.

The aroma of astragalus chicken shredded porridge came out, and Jiang Song couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful.

"Slow down," Gu Changxi sat down next to him, "It's hot."

Jiang Song blew lightly with the spoon to make room for Gu Changxi to rub his stomach.

Just like what the nurse told him in the hospital, Gu Changxi would rub his stomach for him every meal.

At first, he was embarrassed, avoiding Gu Changxi to rub it, and rubbed it casually twice by himself, feeling that the difference was not big.

At that time, Gu Changxi didn't force him.

As a result, he didn't knead for one or two meals that day, and at night he fell asleep and woke up with pain.

He was dazed by the pain, he only remembered that Gu Changxi seemed to be hugging him, but he couldn't remember what he said to him at all.

Gu Changxi rubbed him to make him feel a little better, and he could barely fall asleep.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that he woke up and realized that Gu Changzhen had rubbed him for the whole night.

Even if he didn't see Gu Changxi, he felt very sorry, but fortunately neither of them brought it up.

But he didn't hide when he was eating again, otherwise he was afraid that he would cause even more trouble to Gu Changxi.

Jiang Song could only put more thought into writing the stamps. He wrote all kinds of strange monogram collections that Gu Changzhen wanted very carefully.

As he got to the end, he wrote more smoothly, and he even looked forward to the day when the printing was opened.

After all, he was the one who brought him up himself, and Jiang Song would not feel uncomfortable at all when Gu Changxi squeezed beside him while eating porridge.

He just felt that Gu Changzhen's body was very warm, and the breath around him made him feel at ease.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Jiang Song felt warm all over.

Gu Changzhen's hand rested on his stomach, and it even gave him the illusion that he had retired children wrapped around his knees.

"My aunt's birthday, what should I get?" Jiang Song curled up in the armchair like a cat.

Ever since Xing Ce joined Jiang's company, Jiang Song never treated him badly.

Even when he was most helpless, Xing Ce never let him shoulder the real problems.

Therefore, the life of Xing Ce's family is very easy, and his old lady can't afford any food.

"As a creditor, I'm afraid I won't be able to intervene in Mr. Jiang's family affairs." Gu Changxi gently pressed his stomach with his hand, as if he didn't intend to help him out.

Jiang Song frowned and pulled his hand up, pressing it in the middle of his stomach, "Knead here."

Gu Changzhen's face changed slightly, one hand carefully supported his waist, and the other hand protected his stomach under the palm, "It hurts again?"

"No," Jiang Song shook his head, "Maybe I ate a little too much, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

Gu Changxi rubbed him quietly for a while, then said softly, "Or you can play a pipa for her."

"Pipa?" Jiang Song smiled in surprise, "That thing hasn't been moved for many years, and I don't know where to press my fingers."

"Muscle memory is always there. Take it out and touch it to find out how it feels." Gu Changxi pressed his palm against his belly to feel the temperature, and covered him with the warm water bag again. "Or if Mr. Jiang just Just ask for my opinion casually, it doesn’t matter if you listen or not.”

Jiang Song took a deep breath.

Don't get angry, don't get angry, don't get angry with children.

Don't get mad at the little brat.

He supported the warm water bag on his stomach by himself, "Then I'll take it out and try it later."

"Where is it?" Gu Changxi asked him, standing up.

It seems that he is going to help him get it.

"It's still on the original shelf," Jiang Song gestured to him, "it's in its own snakeskin box."

Gu Changxi went to the study without hesitation, and looked at the room carefully for the first time.

Not only pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Jiang Song's piano, chess box, and hanging paintings are all in their original positions.

It seems that after so many years, Jiang Song's time here has never moved forward.

He pulled off the dust cover on the clip, and there were still huqin and pipa cases inside as before.

The leather on the surface of the box is shiny, it should be that someone has been maintaining them.

The piano case was opened, and his slender fingers slowly brushed over the body of the piano, his gaze gradually deepened.

Seeing Gu Changxi coming back, Jiang Song took the pipa into his arms, touched it lovingly, and then looked up at him, "What should I play?"

Gu Changxi looked down at him, ""Hai Qing Takes the Swan"."

Jiang Song remembers that he liked this piece very much when he was a child, and often had to play it to him by himself.

Although it wasn't too unexpected, Jiang Song couldn't hold back, "The old lady celebrates her birthday, playing a martial arts song?"

The song was about the scene of Hai Dongqing hunting the swan, no matter how you think about it, it is not suitable to appear on such a festive occasion as birthday celebration.

"You are new at hand now, practice with this first, and then it won't be too late to play "Chun Jiang Hua Yue Ye"." Gu Changxi sat down beside him casually, "Or Mr. Jiang has forgotten how to play "Hai Qing Takes the Swan" ?”

Jiang Song pressed the second phase with his left hand, frowned and made a big score on the string, and the pipa immediately issued a series of vigorous slide notes, as if a ferocious gyrfalcon was waving its huge taupe wings in the air.

How can you forget what is engraved in your mind?

He glanced at Gu Changxi with some complacency.

"Keep playing." As soon as Gu Changzhen opened his mouth, Jiang Song felt a little hooked again.

Could it be that this brat wanted to hear it himself, so he said something about practicing?

Jiang Song rested his fingers on the four strings, wiping and chant.

When he reaches the part where Hai Dongqing pounces on the swan, his left hand is tied to the four strings, and his right hand rises vertically in conjunction with the long roll.

Haidongqing chased after him, and Swan resisted to the death.

The high-pitched triumphant song with a demonstration mixed with the exhausted whine burst out from Jiang Song's slender and white fingertips.

The swan was exhausted, and the sea green was full of vigor.

As the song came to an end, Jiang Song was sweating profusely, and the arm holding the pipa trembled a little.

"Okay." Gu Changxi didn't wait for him to play to the end, and lifted the pipa out of his arms, "Practice tomorrow."

Jiang Song played with great concentration, and looked up with a bit of bewilderment in his eyes, "Huh?"

His water-red lips were partly parted, revealing some soft mouth.

Probably because he was tired, his eyes were also a little red, and his cheeks were pink and white. He didn't look like a swan, but it reminded him of a red-crowned crane standing still like a painting in the snow.

A cloud covered the sun, and the unlit room fell into brief darkness.

Gu Changxi leaned over slightly, and took a sip on those slightly parted lips.

Very soft, just like the furnishings in the study, unchanged.

"Gu Changxi?" Jiang Song's gaze instantly became clear, and one eyebrow was slowly raised.

Gu Changxi was familiar with this scene.

Generally, when Jiang Song is about to lose his temper, he will call him by his first name and then show this expression.

"Mr. Jiang, don't misunderstand." Gu Changxi's voice was still cold and emotionless, "I believe you have not forgotten that the debt relationship between us is not limited to money."

Jiang Song wanted to forget.

That night, with the blessing of Manchu Xiaohe, he owed Gu Changxi the "big favor" in his study, which was indeed unforgettable.

Losers do not lose.

He must not be inferior in front of this brat.

He tried his best to maintain a steady heartbeat, pursed his lips, and smiled generously, "It's not good to always owe this kind of favor. Someday when Mr. Gu is interested, I'll pay it all at once."

"Oh?" Gu Changxi weighed him with his eyes without concealment, "Mr. Jiang is sure, with your current physical condition, you can pay it off in one lump sum?"

His last four words were bitten lightly, but each word was swallowed, with a kind of arrogant deterrent.

It reminded Jiang Song of Hai Dongqing who strangled the swan by the throat in that song.

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