fictional spring

On the evening of the second day, when Qingzhi came back, he brought me another gift after a long absence.

It's not the brown sugar that I've been tired of eating for a long time, but the white plum fragrance hair oil sold in the spray house.

"Why did you suddenly think of giving me this kind of thing?"

I subconsciously asked this question.

Wen Yanqing was silent for a while, and then put the porcelain vase on the low table: "Didn't you say that you would go to the shop to have a look?"

Although it didn't work out in the end.

But, "Is that why you went to buy it for me?"

I laughed and leaned over to get closer. Seeing the unnatural expression on Qingzhi's face, I could imagine how complicated his mood was when he went shopping.

The reason why it took so long to send it to me is because I made a long time of psychological preparation before I went, or did I send it to me after thinking for a long time?

None of this matters anymore.

With just such a small action, I can understand that Qingzhi's words yesterday were not half-joking.He must have had the same mood as me at that time, and appeared in front of me.

You can smell the fragrance without opening the porcelain bottle, Qingzhi stared at me quietly, and suddenly asked where I put the comb.

I blinked, as if I could guess what he was going to do.

——Qing Zhi combed my hair for the first time.

He picked up the comb carefully, not knowing whether it was because of his talent or some other reason, although the first few movements were a bit rusty, but surprisingly, Qingzhi never hurt me at all from the beginning to the end.

He held the comb in one hand and stroked my hair with the other. While combing the long hair for me, he rubbed the hair oil he bought on the hair in his hand.

The faint fragrance of white plum diffuses in the room, adding a bit of warmth and sweetness for no reason.

The boy's movements were extremely gentle, and when his slightly cool fingers touched the top of my head, I suddenly felt a familiar feeling again.

Obviously it was the first time he did this kind of thing for me, but he was as skillful as if he had done it many times. This feeling is the same for me——like when I don’t remember anything before , Someone once combed my hair so gently.

The coincident silence filled the room with only a faint fragrance, and the orange candlelight was reflected on the barrier door. If it wasn’t for the appearance of the maid who disturbed the silence, I’m afraid I don’t know when someone among us would take the initiative Open your mouth.

—cannot speak.

At that time, I had this feeling.

Because I was afraid that as soon as I opened my mouth, this familiar feeling as if I could recall something would disappear—it would be replaced by a panic about what was about to be lost that rose in my heart for no reason.

When the maid's eyes touched us, there was obvious surprise, and it was normal for her to have such a reaction.

After all, my father has not informed other people in the family of this verbal marriage contract—it was my request, and I hope that my father will not publicize it for the time being.

It's not because I'm afraid that Qingzhi will really figure it out before the appointed day. It turns out that his feelings for me are not the so-called love affair.But because of some reasons that I can't explain myself.

It was like—just say it, let everyone know, and this day will never come again.

I don't know why I feel this way, but I can understand the complex look on the maid's face.

Because in her view, the relationship between me and Qingzhi is just the friendship between siblings from the beginning to the end.

Qingzhi's movements were still unhurried, he combed my hair carefully under the watchful eyes of the maid, and then took out a hairpin from his arms.

I am more and more surprised.

Even though they were just getting along with each other in a normal way before, the changes changed so quickly in just one day, which made me a little uncomfortable.

But I didn't refuse Qingzhi's move to tie up my hair.

I didn't have a mirror at hand, so I couldn't see my current appearance, so I turned my face to look at him and asked, "Does it look good?"

Qingzhi showed a faint smile, and straightened my hairpin: "It's very beautiful."

His exquisite and beautiful eyebrows and eyes are now showing the softest appearance I have ever seen. The smile that is rarely seen in normal times has appeared too frequently and truly in these two days.

Not only that, Qingzhi even nodded his head to the servants who greeted him on the road, and answered them all.

Just because of this incident, can he really be so happy?

Looking at the straight face, I couldn't help laughing.

When we went to have dinner together, my father opened his eyes wide in surprise when he saw me, and he opened his mouth: "Your outfit is..."

I touched the hairpin on my head subconsciously, and said with a smile, "It was Qing Zhi who went to Langhua House to buy hair oil for me, and this."

My father froze for a moment, then turned his gaze to Qingzhi, looked at him, then at me—and finally just smiled and sighed.

It means tacit consent.

And Tong Mo, who was also sitting at the low table looking at us, opened his beautiful eyes like glass, and thought of something when he moved his gaze.

Because not long after Qingzhi went back to his room after dinner, he opened the barrier door and squeezed my small body in.

I was a little surprised: "Is there something wrong with Tong Mo?"

The child stood in front of me, a little taller than when I was kneeling. When I didn't know why, he reached out and put his hand on my head, and touched the hairpin on my head that hadn't been taken off.

"Can I brush your hair?"

He suddenly spoke up.

I stared at his face, there was no expression on that round and immature face, but I seemed to feel something from him.

So I asked him, "Why did you say that all of a sudden?"

"Because..." Tong Mo thought very seriously, and after a while, he said to me, "I hope you like me too."