"Well. Since we're all leaving, there's no need to pay attention to those rumors."

"But you..."

"If you, a woman, don't care about it, how can I care about it? Am I a narrow-minded person?"

Song Qingci had never noticed how Mr. Fu San was so good at arguing, and even a little... aggressive?

"No, I was afraid that Master San would think it was inappropriate for me to live here, but I was too embarrassed to ask, so I..."

Only then took the initiative to speak.

"I don't think it's inappropriate. Anything else?"

"No, it's okay."

"Then let's go back."

"Oh, okay, Third Master, you should also go to bed early." Song Qingci came out in a hurry.

She stood in the yard and blew the cold wind for a while, and the fever on her face subsided, but she still couldn't figure it out. She came here well prepared, so why was she led by the nose by the Third Master?

He didn't even say a few words!

Also, he seems a little unhappy?

Forget it, forget it. She can't read people's faces, let alone guess what they are thinking, so she won't make things difficult for herself.

Anyway, she said everything she needed to say.

Also, all the frustrations can be summed up in one sentence - she is leaving anyway.

Mr. Fu San drank two more cups of cold tea, but still couldn't calm down.

Why is he so uncomfortable?

The little girl wanted to stay away from him and couldn't even wait?

She clearly said that she was leaving. Didn't she want to spend a few more days with me?

In comparison, she can take it and let it go, but I...

No, she never picked it up.

Mr. Fu San showed a self-deprecating smile on his face.

He knew from the beginning that the girl was not a person who would drag her feet, otherwise how could she leave Jiang Jingchu so easily?

Thinking of that name, Mr. Fu San felt a little sad.

He even couldn't help but wonder, he had known the girl earlier, so why was there such a shallow bond between them?

If he had been the one to marry the little girl...

Mr. Fu San felt it was a sin just thinking about this beautiful dream.

At that time, he was still very powerful and had great authority over the world.

No one would allow him to marry a merchant's daughter, including himself, and he had never thought of getting married.

After Song Qingci returned, he kept muttering to Fengxun.

"Do you think I'm sick?"

"What's wrong?" Feng Xun was packing her clothes. "Miss, do you want to take all these thick clothes with you?"

Feng Xun felt that there was no need to bring it.

Many of the clothes bought in the mountains were still made of coarse cloth. After Song Qingci left Huaishan, he would definitely not have the chance to wear them again.

Even if I take it back to reward someone, I guess even the maids in the Song family won't look at it.

"No need to take any more," Song Qingci also thought, "I'll keep the few I picked out earlier as a souvenir, and divide the rest."

The clothes that she dislikes are the dream of many girls in the mountains.

From this perspective, Song Qingci felt that he should cherish his blessings.

"Okay." Feng Xun agreed.

"Feng Xun, please talk to me for a while."

"Weren't we just talking to each other? Tell me, you were just talking about the Third Master, and then you said you were sick. What's going on? Are you suffering from lovesickness?"

Song Qingci: "...Don't talk nonsense, be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."

She didn't care, but it would be bad if Mr. Fu San misunderstood.

What if Mr. Fu San still thinks he likes him and tries every means to reject him?

Although she did sometimes uncontrollably admire Mr. Fu Sanye.

But that is appreciation, absolutely appreciation.

"I wanted to tell Mr. San that I was moving out, but for some reason I didn't."

"If you haven't said it yet, just say it again." Feng Xun said disapprovingly, "Why, do you have to be on time when speaking? There aren't so many rules in the mountains. Just say it whenever you remember."

Song Qingci: "...It's not that easy, it's easy for you to say."

Every time she goes to see Mr. Fu San, she has to prepare herself mentally for a long time, okay?

What frustrated her the most was that even though she felt she was ready, she was easily dismissed by Mr. Fu San's few words.

Is she stupid?

Song Qingci was very disappointed with herself and began to suspect that she was also adopted.

——It is really hard to imagine that a woman like Xu Youyou, who is decisive and as brave as any man, could give birth to a scum like me.

It's such an insult to my mother's genes.

But Song Qingci finally mustered up the courage to go.

Because she has clearly realized that her little heart is a little out of control.

Its heart started beating fast when it saw Master Fu San.

This is not good.

Something will happen sooner or later.

So Song Qingci went to see Mr. Fu San again and said that he wanted to move out.

She had made up her mind that no matter what Mr. Fu San said, she would move out with determination.

Song Qingci, a person who loves to eat melons every day, is now being treated as the object of gossip by everyone. He feels very uncomfortable.

She wants to eat melon with everyone!

But Master Fu San said, "Haven't you noticed that there are so many people coming and going on the mountain lately, and there are a lot of outsiders?"

Song Qingci said that although her eyesight was not very good sometimes, as Xu Youyou often complained about her, she could not see anything under her eyelids, but she was not blind.

With so many people coming to the mountain, how could she ignore them!

Even though she is blind, she can still hear things.

But despite his complaints, Song Qingci still nodded obediently, "Yes, there are many more people."

"And there are many women."

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