Chapter 17 He Wrapped His Little Hand in His Palm
It is cold in winter, and ordinary people's cotton-padded clothes have narrow sleeves, and sometimes they have to be tied tightly with ropes to prevent cold wind from getting in.
Xie Qiao's cotton coat also had the same narrow sleeves, but his sleeves were not tied with strings and were slightly loose.
Song Jin felt a little uneasy. The person in front of him just walked dully without saying a word.
That’s it. Song Jin read out the four words “not in accordance with etiquette”.
She was a little discouraged, but she didn't give up and still wanted to give it a try.
The white little hands were eager to try.
At this moment, Xie Qiao raised his arm, and a clenched fist appeared in front of Song Jin.
A cold voice came: "Sleeves."
Song Jin hurriedly took it: "Oh, okay!"
The dimples on her cheeks are faintly visible.
The corner of Xie Qiao's sleeve was grabbed. The girl did not use too much strength and just pulled it gently, but Xie Qiao felt it was extremely obvious.
The tugging and pulling of the ties is like having an extra little tail.
He didn't.
He frowned slightly.
He walked forward as usual, with his tail following obediently.
Song Jin held Xie Qiao's sleeve and felt a little relieved.
She was in a really bad mood today.
The two men walked straight towards Chunliu Lane without saying a word.
The alley that seemed very long to Song Jin in the past only took him a short time to reach today.
When he reached his doorstep, Xie Qiao stopped.
Song Jin was reluctant to let go of the sleeve in his hand and still kept pulling it.
Xie Qiao wanted to retract his sleeves, and moved slightly, then found that his sleeves were still being pulled by the little hands.
After a few breaths of silence, Xie Qiao finally spoke up to remind them, "We're here."
"Oh." Song Jin let go of his hand reluctantly.
The sleeves were free and pushed the door open.
After a whole night of tossing and turning, Song Jin was exhausted both physically and mentally.
After washing up, she quickly lay down in bed.
The same goes for Xie Qiao.
Tonight Xie Qiao drove very fast all the way. The journey was not far but very bumpy.
This was his first time riding a horse since his injury, and such strenuous exercise would still affect his wound.
Along the way, he kept coughing in the cold wind, and his lips turned pale.
Fu Cang, who was beside him, advised him to take a rest or take a carriage, but he turned a deaf ear to him and ran all the way to Song Jin.
Fortunately, he had just drunk the medicine brewed by Song Jin, and his complexion recovered a little, and the coldness in his body was also dispelled.
But that weird feeling came back again.
He closed his eyes and frowned.
Could it be that this rural tonic was too powerful, replenishing not only his blood and qi, but everything else as well?
The medicine may be good, but it is too tonic.
He had no choice but to close his eyes and endure it.
Song Jin lay obediently beside Xie Qiao as usual. She blinked her eyes and stared at Xie Qiao intently.
Then her eyes slid down to look at his white hands.
Xie Qiao sleeps elegantly, with his arms flat on his abdomen or at his sides, very properly, and he doesn't move much at night.
Song Jin was a little tired and should have fallen asleep as soon as he lay down.
But she was thinking of something else.
[My husband is so stingy. Today he only let me hold my sleeve and not my hand. 】
mean?
Xie Qiao frowned, closed his eyes and said nothing, and even his breathing became more even.
Song Jin listened to the breathing sound, she quietly propped herself up and looked in the direction of Xie Qiao.
[Huh?] Is your husband asleep? 】
[Since he's asleep, I can just hold his hand quietly. He shouldn't know, right? 】
[Wow, I really want to hold your hand. I can’t help it anymore! 】
The girl's mumbling rang in Xie Qiao's ears.
He still didn't move -
It doesn't matter.
The little girl was just thinking casually.
Last time she said she wanted to kiss, it was just a thought and she didn't take any action.
But when he was thinking this, he found a small source of heat moving towards him.
Move, touch, and finally grab his hand.
The small warm hand was reaching into his own hand.
Song Jin seemed to be afraid that he would wake up, so his movements were small, but they made Xie Qiao's palms itchy.
Xie Qiao was trying to control the abnormality of his body, but that little hand was teasing him at this moment.
Xie Qiao’s brows furrowed even deeper, and he was about to lose control.
But when he opened his eyes and wanted to remind Song Jin, the little girl fell asleep soundly.
The girl thought vaguely before falling asleep.
[I will get up early tomorrow and take my hand back. My husband won’t find out, right? Definitely not! 】
Then, the sound of the girl's even breathing could be heard.
At the same time, Xie Qiao, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
His originally innocent eyes turned slightly red, and he lowered his head and looked at the two folded hands.
His palm was bigger, just big enough to cover Song Jin's.
Now the little hand was halfway into his palm, and she was trying so hard not to get the remaining half in.
Xie Qiao watched for a long time and realized that he could break free easily.
but……
Song Jin didn't say a word, but Xie Qiao knew what happened to Song Jin today.
He suddenly felt that this girl, besides being well-behaved, was also a little stubborn.
Those persistence will not be shaken by anything, not even him.
The little bit of serious persistence is pitiful and heartbreaking.
Xie Qiao remained silent, secretly waiting for the strange feeling in his body to fade away.
Then he closed his eyes, but opened his palms, firmly wrapping Song Jin's hand inside.
The sleeping girl was completely unaware and just rubbed her cheek against the quilt in satisfaction.
Fell asleep again.
It was not until the early morning that Song Jin opened his eyes and quickly looked at his hands!
【call……】
【fine! 】
[My husband hasn’t woken up yet!] 】
[He didn’t notice!] 】
【hey-hey! 】
A series of sounds entered Xie Qiao's ears. The sound was not loud, but he was always a light sleeper.
The delicate fingertips moved twice in his palm and suddenly stopped.
The girl's slightly doubtful voice came.
[Eh, I remember I only touched a little bit last night? 】
[Wow, my husband’s palms are so warm and comfortable! 】
In a corner where Song Jin couldn't see, Xie Qiao curled his lips slightly.
But not long after, the small heater quietly slipped out of his palm.
His heart suddenly felt empty and his five fingers shrank involuntarily.
--
It was just the death of an aunt, such an insignificant person, which would not cause any waves.
In the morning, when Song Jin just arrived at the stall, he saw Que'er already busy at the stall.
Not only was she kneading the dough and steaming buns, she even had time to clean up the stove for steaming cakes and pastries.
Early in the morning, two young girls were busy at the stall.
It has the sweetness of cakes and the fragrance of steamed buns.
Before noon, Lu Chen came to the steamed bun stall to find Song Jin, and a tray of cakes had just come out of the oven.
The stove made by Song Jinxin is very good and can be used for steaming and baking.
At this time, Song Jin's face was flushed. She looked up and said, "Manager Lu, you are here! Just in time to try my freshly baked cakes!"
Song Jin said as he handed one to Que'er and one to Lu Chen.
The hot cakes were still hot. Lu Chen took a small bite and said with a smile, "Ajin, your cakes are good. Can you provide us with more in the future? The price in the restaurant will definitely be higher than at the stall."
"Okay, okay, I'll try to do more!" Song Jin put down the work in her hands, frowned and said, "Manager Lu, is there any news?"
Lu Chen nodded: "Yeah."
"Okay, then wait for me!" Song Jin said, taking off the apron tied around her waist.
Que'er hurriedly said, "Sister Xiaojin, go and do your work. I'll just watch over the stall!"
Song Jin nodded: "I'll be back soon."
After all, we are talking about Qinghong's affairs, so we have to find a safe place to talk about it.
The two walked to the nearest teahouse and ordered a pot of tea. Lu Chen frowned and said, "Qinghong's matter is related to a man."
Song Jin was stunned: "Man?"
Then a face popped up in her mind.
No……
Could it be because of that scholar?
Lu Chen didn't know that Song Jin knew about such a man, he just told him everything he knew.
"I heard that Qinghong had a lover in Xiucui Tower before she got married. That man was a poor scholar and could not redeem Qinghong, so this was the only way. I didn't know if the two had lost contact, but the scholar sent someone to send a message to Qinghong a few days ago, saying that his salary for next year was not enough, and he wanted Qinghong to give him some money."
Song Jin listened and became furious.
This bastard!
Song Jin could see clearly what expression he had that night!
How could he have the face to look for Sister Qinghong again!
Song Jin looked a little unhappy, and his face was tense: "So, Sister Qinghong gave it to you?"
Lu Chen nodded: "Qinghong asked someone to take the money out, but she didn't expect to be discovered by Master Wang. After the matter was exposed, she was punished. The Wang family only said to the outside world that Qinghong died of illness."
Lu Chen did not say how to deal with it.
That's all Song Jin needs to know.
Song Jin listened and clenched his fists!
Sister Qinghong actually...
He actually died because of that bastard!
And this bastard is still alive and well, and may not even know anything!
Over the years, Song Jin has never been truly angry.
She has a good temper and doesn't like to quarrel with others, so she is liked everywhere.
But this time!
She was really angry.
How on earth can that bastard still live such a carefree life? !
"Thank you, Manager Lu." There was no smile on Song Jin's face. His expression was slightly cold, and he looked a bit like Xie Qiao.
She said each word seriously: "I have an idea in my mind."
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