Ghost book

Chapter 18

Seeing that Xiaofu kept his head down and did not speak, Song Zhicun seemed to hear his own heart beating, "I will treat you well, as long as you are alone in this life, okay?"

Looking at Song Zhicun's affectionate eyes, Xiaofu nodded uncontrollably.

Song Zhicun raised the corners of his mouth high, and he hugged Xiaofu tightly into his arms, "Xiaofu."

Being hugged tightly by Song Zhicun, Xiaofu was almost out of breath, he also woke up, opened his mouth in disbelief, what happened just now.

"Brother, I made a lot of money today."

"Yiyang, you used cheap books to cheat money again. How many times have you told me that I won't protect you next time."

Xiaofu heard the voice, and hurriedly left Song Zhicun's embrace, "Master, let's go back."

Xiaofu is his man, sooner or later he will let Xiaofu and everyone around him agree, Song Zhicun is not in a hurry now.

It was already late at night, Song Zhicun yawned, and Xiao Fu, who was sitting beside him, had already fallen asleep.

Song Zhicun carefully picked up Xiaofu and walked to the bed, covered him with a quilt and touched his cheek, he lost all sleep in an instant, and went back to the desk to read for a while.

Time passed slowly, Song Zhicun was getting hungry from reading, and almost everyone inside and outside the Song Mansion had gone to bed at this time, and on the table next to him was something Xiaofu bought today, and there was a piece of Zhenhua cake in it.

The Zhenhua cake was placed on a plate and looked very delicious.There was a warm current in Song Zhicun's heart, Xiaofu was always so caring.The Zhenhua cake is very sweet, Xiaofu ate it today.

After eating two pieces, Song Zhicun didn't feel hungry anymore, so he clapped his hands and was about to wash up and go to bed, when his eyes were attracted by the two books beside the Zhenhua cake.

This morning Xiaofu bought it at the little Taoist’s stall. Song Zhicun saw through the little Taoist’s lie at a glance. The reason why he didn’t expose it was because he thought it was meaningful to write down his wishes in this way.

Xiaofu bought two books, one of which was prepared for him. Song Zhicun became interested, picked up a copy and wrote down what happened today, and sincerely hoped that he could live with Xiaofu forever.

The paper quality of this book is very poor. Song Zhicun saw that his writing had spilled over to the next page, and couldn't help scolding the little Taoist. He thought that although it was a lie, but the price was so expensive, the paper quality should be fine Guaranteed, I didn't expect it to be so bad.

For some unknown reason, he took a cattail fan and fanned the ink dry.

In the days that followed, Song Zhicun penetrated into Xiaofu's heart bit by bit. Their way of getting along didn't change much, but the atmosphere between the two of them changed dramatically.

Xiao Fu had read the content written in Song Zhicun's book, and he felt sweet and anxious at the same time, thinking about how to tell him about it.

"I hope the young master can forgive me." Xiao Fu wrote in the book.

"Master, Master, Madam told you to come over."

Xiaofu put down the pen in his hand and walked out, "Uncle Chun, the young master is taking a lunch break."

Influenced by Mrs. Song, Uncle Chun didn't like Xiao Fu very much, but he would wink at him. He is not the master of the Song Mansion, so he has no right to hate the people around the young master.

"Well, when the young master wakes up, you tell the young master to go to the madam's yard quickly, and say that Miss Xiao'an's parents have arrived at the house."

Xiao Fu suddenly raised his head, he didn't notice that his nails had sunk into the flesh.

Song Zhicun had always been a light sleeper, and was easily woken up after a deep sleep. When he heard Uncle Chun's voice, he got up.

"The young master interrupted your rest, Madam asked you to go over, Miss Xiaoan's parents have come to our house." Uncle Chun said with joy.

Song Zhicun looked at Xiaofu immediately, "You go first, I'll go after I wash my face."

As soon as Uncle Chun left, Song Zhicun forcibly opened Xiaofu's hand. As he expected, there were four red fingerprints on Xiaofu's palm. Song Zhicun's eyes darkened instantly, "Does Xiaofu not trust me?"

Xiaofu shook his head and wrapped his arms around Song Zhicun's waist, "No."

Song Zhicun: "Well, Xiaofu wait for me to solve it."

After giving Xiaofu the medicine, it took some time, and by the time Song Zhicun arrived at Mrs. Song's yard, Xiao'an's parents had already left the Song residence.

"Zhi Cun, what do you think of that girl Xiaoan?" Mrs. Song was holding a small embroidered bag for babies in her hand. This was made by Xiaoan, and Mrs. Song liked it very much.

Song Zhicun let out a sigh, after all, he still didn't say what he thought in his heart at this time, "Mother, I won't marry a wife at this time."

Mrs. Song: "I didn't ask you to marry at this time. Mother understands you, so it's decided first."

Song Zhicun took the small bag in his hand, "Mother, you promised me."

Mrs. Song secretly hated herself for being so happy that she lost her head at that time, so she didn't speak anymore.

Song Zhicun folded the small pocket, "Mother, I will send this dress back to Miss Xiao'an, and you don't want to find a girl for me in the future."

Song Zhicun didn't know where Xiao'an's house was, but he remembered that Xiao'an said last time that Chunyingfang was her family's shop, and Song Zhicun took the money to send the little jacket there.

Xiaoan still doesn't know what her parents have done for her. At this time, she was sitting on the second floor of Chunyingfang doing embroidery, when she heard Song Zhicun's voice, she quietly went downstairs.

"Young Master Song." She pointed to the familiar little pocket in Song Zhicun's hand.

"Sister Xiaoan, you are here. It just so happens that my mother asked me to send it back to your mother. Your mother forgot to be at my house when she left last time."

Xiao An immediately blushed and took it with her mouth pursed.

Song Zhicun came here for two purposes, the first was to return the jacket to Xiaoan, and the second, he looked at the red hijab.

The shopkeeper of Chunyingfang is in a dilemma. If ordinary people come in, he will definitely tell him that this is not for sale, but the acquaintances of their lady don't know...

"I'm going to ask our lady for instructions, Master Song, please wait a moment."

If you don't sell Song Zhicun, you can't take it hard, nodded, and sat on the chair to wait.

Xiaoan was sitting upstairs, she was angrily pricking the ball of embroidery with a needle, she really couldn't figure out how could a man not like her such an outstanding woman.

"Miss, just now that young master wanted to buy the red hijab you embroidered."

Xiaoan immediately stood up, "He wants to buy it? Who is he buying it for?"

The shopkeeper's eyes wandered, "This, the little one doesn't know."

Xiaoan: "Let him come up and talk to me."

The shopkeeper: "Master Song, our lady asked you to go up and talk to him."

Song Zhicun hesitated for a moment before he walked up.

Xiaoan: "I heard from my shopkeeper that Mr. Song wants to buy the red hijab embroidered by me, do you have someone in mind?"

Song Zhicun: "Yes, he has a bad background, I dare not tell my parents for the time being."

Xiaoan showed a look of regret. Song Zhicun was the first one she saw among so many choices. His family background was comparable to hers. .

Xiaoan: "Okay, I'm willing to sell it to you."

Song Zhicun took out his purse with a smile, "I know this hijab is very valuable, but I brought so much today, it's not enough for me to make it up next time, can I?"

Xiao An turned his head reluctantly, "Yes."

Xiaoan agreed to sell it, and the shopkeeper put the red hijab on for Song Zhicun.

Song Zhicun carried it on his way home.

"Is that the son of the Song family?" Mrs. Li pointed to the back of Song Zhicun and asked the little maid beside her.

The little maid happily said: "Yes, that is Mr. Song."

"Master, you are back." Song Zhicun had just walked into the room, and Xiao Fu joined him.

After closing the door, Song Zhicun put the red hijab on the table, "Xiaofu, come and see."

The packaging of this red hijab is very exquisite. It is wrapped in a layer of dark cloth outside. When the red box is opened, there is a red letter of happiness inside to wrap the red hijab tightly.

Xiao Fu stared at Song Zhicun with wide eyes, "Master."

Song Zhicun carefully took out the red hijab, "Last time I saw you staring at it for a long time, today I brought it back along the way." Song Zhicun held it in front of Xiaofu, "Are you ready to give yourself to me? "

Xiaofu took a step back subconsciously, and looked at Song Zhicun with flickering eyes. Although he liked the precious tree flower on the hijab and the young master very much, he never thought that he would have today.

"Don't you want it?" Song Zhicun lowered his head, looking a little lonely.

Xiaofu shook his head fiercely, "Master, no, it's not this, it's just that Xiaofu is a man, a man."

Song Zhicun threw the hijab on the table, "Well, would Xiaofu be willing without the hijab?"

Xiaofu swallowed, and hugged Song Zhicun, "Master, do you really want it? Do you really want to choose Xiaofu to live your life? Xiaofu is not as good as you think, and you will not give up on me?"

Song Zhicun: "Yes, I want to live with Xiaofu in this life."

Xiaofu smiled and nestled in Song Zhicun's arms and rubbed against him, "Then I am willing, young master."

In the morning Song Zhicun was woken up by the heat of the bed, Xiaofu's lips were facing his chest, and the quilt was lifted to reveal the ambiguous red marks on Xiaofu's body.Song Zhicun clenched his lower lip, worried that he would laugh uncontrollably and wake up Xiaofu.

"You mean, it's not that Zhicun is not interested in Xiao'an, but that he is dissatisfied with my arrangements for him?" Mrs. Song looked at Aunt Liu with a smile.

Aunt Liu: "Yes ma'am, there is a young master like this at my brother-in-law's house. When his parents arranged for him, he also refused, but later he fell in love with her girl and came to block her every day. I just I heard from Madam Li's aunt Yu that the young master went to find the young lady yesterday."

Mrs. Song frowned, "Where is it? He is here to give away the small bag Mrs. Li sent over."

Aunt Liu said everything in her silent eyes, "But our young master went upstairs with Miss Xiao'an, Zhihai saw it with his own eyes and told me."

"Madam, Madam Li is here."

Song Zhicun wiped Xiao Fu's body with warm water, sat at the table reading a book and waited for Xiao Fu to wake up.