[Comprehensive] Young man, you look delicious

When Master Ziyin returned, the sky had already been stained with darkness.

When he heard Xin Siniang saying that he was going to leave, he poured her a cup of tea and said "be careful in everything".

Xin Siniang picked up the teacup and laughed, "Your expression is so dignified, I thought I was going to some extremely dangerous place. It's just that the patriarch called me. Although the relationship is not harmonious, it will not harm me after all. "

After finishing speaking, she sighed, "I can't help it, I'm strong, I'm needed everywhere."

Master Ziyin had no choice but to say, "You."

Xin Siniang came out of Master Ziyin's room, she could have just left like this.

However, she changed her mind and involuntarily walked towards Baili Tusu's room.

On the one hand, she felt coldly that she had already said goodbye to him and it was okay to leave, but on the other hand, she persuaded herself to stay longer and talk to him, after all, she was going to be away for a long time this time.

This kind of contradictory idea is a bit strange to Xin Siniang.

She thought for a while, and felt that she might be a little bit reluctant.

Although Xin Siniang was tangled in her mind, her steps were fast, and she arrived at Baili Tusu's door in a short time.

She was about to raise her hand to push it away, but she heard a rustling sound from inside, as if someone was whispering something.

At first, Xin Siniang thought it was someone visiting, but after thinking about Baili Tusu's relationship in Tianyong City, she felt that this was also unlikely.

She couldn't help becoming curious, and although she felt that eavesdropping was wrong, she tiptoed close to the wooden door and listened carefully.

Baili Tusu's voice was extremely low, and only a few fragmented words could be heard vaguely through the wooden door.

"Shouldn't...but she...could have...sent..."

Xin Siniang listened for a long while but didn't understand why, so she lost her patience and directly opened the door and said, "Tu Su."

Baili Tusu: "...!!"

Xin Siniang: "..."

Xin Siniang: "...Although I scare you, I won't scare you so much that you run onto the table, right? When did you have such a vigorous skill?"

Baili Tusu jumped off the table in embarrassment, frantically trying to hide something.

Xin Siniang felt strange, and glanced at him, seeing that he was flustered, she sat down on the wooden chair calmly, pretending to be completely ignorant and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so absorbed in thinking?"

Baili Tusu put his hands behind his back, coughed lightly, and changed the subject, "Si Niang, have you said goodbye to Master?"

Xin Siniang narrowed her eyes and nodded slowly, "It's my goodbye."

Baili Tusu's eyes wandered, obviously his mind was not here, and he just nodded dumbly when he heard the words, "Oh."

There was an eerie silence in the air.

Xin Siniang was not in a hurry to leave, she took the time to watch Baili Tusu fidgeting, and became more and more curious.

Compared with Xin Siniang's ease of use, Baili Tusu, who had things hidden in his heart, seemed a little embarrassed.

His two hands were stubbornly behind his back, his lips were pressed tightly, and he was still engaged in a psychological struggle.

Xin Siniang saw that things were stalemate here, she rolled her eyes, got up and said, "It's late at night, I should go too."

Baili Tusu raised his head, pursed his lips, and said softly, "First...wait a minute."

Xin Siniang stopped as she said, only to see him stretch out a hand with a wooden hairpin in his palm.

That wooden hairpin should be made of peach blossom wood, with a faint fragrance, although the carved patterns are not exquisite, but the workmanship is extremely meticulous.

A small string of red tassels falls from the hollow of the hairpin head, which looks very pleasing.

Baili Tusu carefully placed the mahogany hairpin on the table, and said softly, "For you."

Xin Siniang was quite surprised, and said, "Why did you still think of giving me something?"

Baili Tusu hesitated for a moment, and said, "Reciprocity is a courtesy. You gave me Jiansui, so..."

Xin Siniang laughed, "You still remember what happened so long ago. But where did you get the money to buy hairpins?"

Baili Tusu said lightly, "I carved it myself."

After he finished speaking, he was a little apprehensive, "Fuqu said that women like it, don't you like it?"

Xin Siniang picked up the peach hairpin and stroked it with her fingers, extremely gentle.

She said softly: "It's enough to make me happy if you give me something, not to mention that you made this mahogany hairpin yourself."

However, as she said this, she took Baili Tusu's hand and put the peach hairpin back into his palm.

Baili Tusu was puzzled, "Since you like it, why..."

Xin Siniang blinked, and said softly, "If you gave me something next to me as a thank you gift, I might take it, but hairpins are not."

She touched his head, "This hairpin should be given to your sweetheart."

Baili Tusu was quite unfamiliar with this word, so he couldn't help saying: "Sweetie. Sweetheart... What is sweetheart?"

Xin Siniang hesitated for a while whether to fool her, but she also felt that Baili Tusu was already 14 years old.

Pianpian young man, it doesn't hurt to know these things, he can't be a bachelor in the same line as his master.

After thinking about it, Xin Siniang propped her head on her right hand, and lazily said: "The one you love is the one you put on top of your heart."

This kind of answer is inevitably a bit abstract, Xin Siniang thought for a while and added: "It's the person I like."

Baili Tusu was even more puzzled when he heard the words, "If you say you like it, I..."

Xin Siniang raised her hand, and said earnestly: "The liking I said is different from your liking. You like me and your master, your big senior brother, and your little junior sister. What do you love about us? Likes are no different."

She paused, and continued: "But the sweetheart is different from this kind of liking."

Baili Tusu frowned, trying hard to digest what she said, but still didn't understand.

Xin Siniang also felt that this kind of thing seemed a little weak when put into words, so she could only say with a wry smile: "I don't really explain it clearly either. In short, it's just such an existence."

She thought for a while, and was a little unwilling to explain herself so vaguely, so she tried to give an example: "Look, if I say 'I like you', you don't feel anything. But if your sweetheart said that, Your heart will be clenched and beating wildly. This is probably the difference."

Baili Tusu said with a serious face, "I think it's sick."

Xin Siniang: "..."

Xin Siniang sighed and rubbed his head, "Forget it, you'll understand when we meet you later."

Baili Tusu struggled to save his messy hairstyle, feeling that he was underestimated by Xin Siniang, so he replied unwillingly: "Then, what does that Siniang have, what is her sweetheart?"

Xin Siniang froze for a moment and smacked her lips, as if she didn't want to mention it.

But she felt that this matter had passed for such a long time, and she really didn't need to worry about it until today, so she gave up and said, "Yes, a long, long time ago, there was a sweetheart."

Baili Tusu couldn't help but calm down, and frowned unconsciously, "Did you say that, will it make you a sweetheart like a sick person?"

Xin Siniang laughed amused by his old pedantic appearance, and said with crooked eyebrows: "Yeah. When I liked him, I was probably sick. I didn't look like myself, and I did a lot in retrospect. Something that surprised me."

Obviously Xin Siniang answered according to her own words, but Baili Tusu frowned even more unhappily.

Xin Siniang looked far away, recalled the past, and her voice was sweet that Baili Tusu had never heard before, "I was really happy when I first found out that I liked someone. Although I can't even remember his appearance now. "

Baili Tusu didn't know why, but when Xin Siniang laughed on weekdays, he would always be happy too.

But now he felt that smiling face made him a little annoyed.

With a cold face, he stuffed the peach blossom hairpin into Xin Siniang's hand, and said in a low voice: "For you. You take it."

Xin Siniang was taken aback, thinking that he still didn't understand when he was still a child, so she said helplessly: "Okay, then I will keep it for you first. If you have a sweetheart in the future, come and ask me for it. I can also help You check it out."

Baili Tusu opened his mouth to say that he didn't mean that, but felt that even if he told Xin Siniang, he wouldn't listen, so he was generally discouraged and didn't want to say more.

Seeing him being awkward, Xin Siniang smiled, and had an extra ebony comb in her hand.

She went around behind him, gathered his long hair, and gently combed the knotted place.

Baili Tusu was a little uncomfortable, and quickly said, "I'll do it myself."

Xin Siniang shook her head, "Okay, okay, let me do it. Boys comb their hair very roughly."

Baili Tusu remembered that when he combed his hair, he gritted his teeth and combed the knotted places. He had to tear off a few hairs every time. Although he didn't care too much, it still hurt a little.

So, he could only just sit there obediently.

Baili Tusu's room was lit with sandalwood, and the light smell seemed to be used to help sleep.

Xin Siniang combed his long hair carefully, twisted a strand of hair, and said, "Suddenly I remembered something."

Baili Tusu asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Xin Siniang narrowed her eyes and smiled cunningly, "It's the custom of mortals. It is said that before the bride gets married, someone with good fortune will comb her hair, muttering, 'One comb to the tail, two combs to the white Eyebrows straight'."

Baili Tusu knew that she was teasing him again, and said in a low voice, "I'm not a bride."

"Yes yes yes. You are the one who wants to marry a bride." Xin Siniang put both hands on Baili Tusu's shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Tu Su, in the future, remember to marry a bride You are in love with each other. Unrequited love can be hard."

Baili Tusu felt her breath brushing against his ears, and couldn't help but blushed. Not knowing what she said, he nodded indiscriminately and said, "Got it."

Xin Siniang put down the wooden comb, narrowed her eyes and said, "Then I can rest assured."

The author has something to say: So although it is a bit late, the number of words exploded.

The main reason is... when I coded halfway... the computer... crashed_(:з」∠)_

So I coded it again and felt that I was going to heaven.

Tu Su's hairpin was actually planned to be given away three years ago, but he couldn't find the time to give it away, so he kept it in his hands.

Tu Su is about to wake up.