Xihe: “…”
Oh, she has such a bad temper, she really wants to beat him up.
Old Master Jiang exploded instantly, pointing at Xihe and glaring: "You little girl, I'm your grandfather, try rolling your eyes again!"
Xihe wiped his face, turned around and walked into the house neatly: "If you ask me to, I will do it. Have you paid me?"
Mr. Jiang: “…”
He covered his chest and cried out in pain.
Song Yu was startled and patted him on the back quickly: "Grandpa, are you okay? Come, follow me, take a deep breath..."
The noise didn't quiet down until they sat down at the table. However, the old man was partial to Song Yu during the meal. He always picked up food for Song Yu and asked him to eat more. When he saw Xihe picking up food, he would say that she ate too much.
When Xihe heard this, he directly pushed the vegetables into the bowl. The old man was immediately so angry that he wanted to hit someone.
Song Yu hurriedly comforted the old man and kept saying that there was more, which coaxed him down. He was exhausted after the meal.
After dinner, the old man went out for a walk. Xihe threw the bowl away and went back into the house. Song Yu sighed, stood up and washed the dishes.
Boom boom boom,
Song Yu raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Yue'er, can I come in?"
Xihe hummed, then raised his voice and said, "The door is not closed."
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Song Yu's tall figure stood at the door, with a clean yard behind him. He saw the girl curled up in the bed at a glance, with a pink little face, round eyes, and a red little mouth.
Song Yu quickly lowered his head: "Why are you lying down? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xihe took a bite of dried sweet potato and said, "No, I just lie down when I want to."
Song Yu: "..."
Thinking of what she wanted to say, she had to half-close the door and walk over: "Yue'er, I have something I want to talk to you about."
The house was still the same as when he left, empty, with a few bows and arrows hanging on the wall, and the beams hung with the fur and meat of various animals, wooden cabinets, and plain quilts. The only difference was that there was a pink little girl on the bed, and a pair of small embroidered shoes under the bed.
Seeing him staring blankly at his chest.
Xihe looked down and swatted the sweet potato residue away: "No more, right?"
Song Yu's ears turned red instantly. He looked away and spoke after a while: "Why... are you wearing my clothes?" They were gray and he had been wearing them for many years.
Xihe blinked her eyes: "I don't have any clothes, do you still want to wear them?"
Today he changed into a royal blue robe and black boots. He looked tall and graceful, and had the demeanor of a young master from a noble family.
Xihe suddenly felt a little worried. Now she was a pauper, and her pockets were cleaner than her face.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have come to live with Old Man Jiang, which is annoying. After all, everyone is a baby. Why does she have to listen to other people's quarrels all day long? The key point is - she doesn't know where 009 is.
If she knew where her man was, she would definitely go to him without saying a word.
The speaker may not have intended it, but the listener took it to heart.
Song Yu couldn't help but look up and saw that the little girl had a bald head, with only a silver hairpin to tie her hair, and no bracelet on her white jade wrist. He still remembered the first time they met, when the little girl had a head full of pearls and jade, and she looked delicate and beautiful.
But in just a short time...
Song Yu softened his voice, "Don't worry. I asked my father, and he said he's been busy these past two days. He'll send someone to pick you up in a few days."
"Mother was so angry that day that she didn't really blame you. I also know you're not that kind of person."
"Yue'er, you are still the daughter of the Song family, and you will always be."
Whether she was kind or malicious, as the person involved, no one knew better than him. Moreover, he believed that he would not misjudge her. The frankness in her eyes was more straightforward than anyone else in the world, and he believed her.
Song Yu solemnly promised: "You will always be my sister."
Xihe leaned against the pillow and tilted his head to look at the man opposite him. He stood by the bed with a serious look on his handsome face. In just a few days, he had accepted everything calmly, the good and the bad, including the responsibilities that came with this identity.
She smiled, her eyes curved: "You will always be my brother."
Song Yu smiled, as if relieved and relaxed.
After reaching a consensus, the atmosphere became much more harmonious. Song Yu even discussed with Xihe that they should be more accommodating to the old man, as he was old, and said that he just had that temper but had no ill intentions.
Seeing Xihe's bad complexion, he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, your marriage will never be so hasty. I will definitely find you a perfect husband who will satisfy you in every way."
Xihe snorted: "It doesn't matter if I don't get the husband I want, but I have the final say on my marriage."
Song Yu naturally nodded repeatedly.
Because there were other things to do in the city, Song Yu had to leave on horseback after lunch. As soon as he left, Old Man Jiang started sighing again, and he came back that night.
The carriage was filled with bags of all sizes, including clothes, shoes, bedding, etc.
Xihe looked around and saw that most of them were what the original owner was used to. She even packed Chuntao and brought her over, saying that she was serving her. "I'll have to bear with you for a few days. We'll go back home in two days."
Xihe blinked and looked at Chuntao, and keenly noticed a hint of reluctance on the little maid's face.
She readily agreed: "Okay, thank you, big brother."
Chuntao felt upset. What big brother? Does he really think he is a rich lady?
It was freezing cold and night, so Song Yu didn't go back but shared a bed with the old man for the night. As for Xihe, he slept soundly with Chuntao as his warm warmth.
Chuntao couldn't fall asleep. She felt that the room was smelly, and then she was annoyed that Xihe slept like a dead pig. She started to make all kinds of noises as soon as she woke up in the morning.
Xihe rubbed his eyes, got up, and found that Song Yu had left.
She thought to herself, no wonder.
Xihe didn't care at all whether the maid was happy or not. As long as she worked, it didn't matter whether she was willing or not. But the more she acted like nothing had happened, the more unhappy Chuntao became.
What kind of poor family is this? And you want her to serve you? What the hell!
She threw the handkerchief down and went back to her room with a twisted waist.
Old Master Jiang, who was eating, suddenly turned pale. He threw down his chopsticks and glared at Xihe, "Aren't you usually very fierce with me? Why are you so cowardly now? You're being bullied by a maid! Is this how you've been as a master for over a decade?"
Xihe buried his head in his food: "There's nothing I can do. Your granddaughter is just incompetent."
Old Master Jiang pointed at her and yelled, "You, you, you!" His nostrils flared with anger as he gasped for breath. Then he stood up with a bang, walked to the door, and kicked it open: "Come out!"
Chuntao was startled. When she saw that it was Old Man Jiang, she rolled her eyes and continued to lie in bed.
Old Master Jiang was immediately furious. He looked around, picked up a wooden stick from the wall, and banged on the door: "Can't you hear me, an old man? I said, get out!"
He looked ferocious and ferocious, as if he was going to rush over and beat someone up, which really scared Chuntao.
He got out of bed tremblingly: "You, what are you doing? I'm telling you, I'm from the Song family..."
Old Master Jiang slapped his stick and said, "I don't care if you're from the Song or Wang family, get down on your knees! You're just a little girl, I can't deal with you anymore!"
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