Chapter 175 Lantern Festival "I only write about you."
The Lantern Festival is a festive occasion, but Ji Shubai was not very happy.
He sat in the armchair in the bedroom with a stern handsome face, looking coldly at Song Jin who was wearing a honey-colored cross-collared Taoist robe and was turning around to ask him questions.
"How is it? Does it look good?"
He sighed and wiped his face. Song Jin refused to give up and chased after him to hold his face: "Doesn't it look good?"
Ji Shubai glared at her, and Song Jin pouted and gave her a kiss.
"Will you come with me today?"
"I didn't follow you every time before. Why do you have to dress like this today? Didn't I have new clothes and new jewelry? Now I can show off on the streets, but you want to dress like this."
Song Jin grabbed his sleeves and started to act coquettishly: "Just this once, okay? I wore women's clothes last year, and the year before last, and every year I wear women's clothes. Just let me wear them this once today, okay?"
Ji Shubai pulled his sleeve away from her hand unhappily: "You are pushing your luck."
"I'm very good," Song Jin said hastily, "I will be more restrained in the future and try to be a lady from a noble family. Let me have some fun today. I don't feel comfortable wearing women's clothes and a golden hairpin with a bunch of people around me. I can't even light a firecracker. It's so boring."
"Are you a lady from a wealthy family?"
Ji Shubai was paying attention to the strange things, but Song Jin had already said it, so he could only nod and swear: "I can do it, music, chess, books... er, books, I will study them well."
Ji Shubai couldn't help but want to laugh. At the critical moment, his mind was still clear and he didn't burden himself with a lot of debts, but he still didn't let her go.
"Just books?"
"How about..." Song Jin added: "Add a chess piece?"
She knows her own limitations and is really not good at playing the piano or painting.
Ji Shubai sighed: "Why don't you let me see the results of your book first?"
Song Jin muttered: "The storybook... doesn't count?"
Ji Shubai said gloomily: "It counted before, but not now."
Song Jin thought, can this be offset? But before she could figure out a way to deal with it, Ji Shubai had already reached out to her.
"What?"
"Where are the poems you wrote?"
Song Jin suddenly remembered that at the beginning of this autumn, when the two of them were boating on the lake, she spoke a lot on the boat, saying that she would write something better.
Thinking about it now, I feel that my brain must have been burned by the sun to dare to talk nonsense.
"Hey, I wrote something."
Song Jin used the content of his own annotations on Ji Shubai to fool people.
As for the annotations, they were used exclusively for complaints when they came into her hands. Who wouldn't complain? She didn't let go of any of the books that she had criticized before.
"Go get it."
Song Jin hesitated, his mind full of thoughts: "I shouldn't have written anything I shouldn't have written, right?"
Seeing that she was moving slowly, Ji Shubai thought she was going to come up with another bad idea, so he simply stood up and pulled her into the study.
It was easy to find books that Song Jin could read. She was not particularly interested in books like "Zuo Zhuan" and "Shang Shu", but mostly read storybooks.
Ji Shubai didn't think twice and pointed his hand at "Water Margin". He wanted to see if there were any new insults that could be found.
Song Jin was tactful enough not to write down the complaints that he had suddenly thought of. Instead, he wrote them on a piece of flowery paper and put it between the pages of the book, making it easier to find them now.
When he opened it, a piece of flowery note caught his eye. Ji Shubai opened it and saw that it was just as he had expected.
He held up the flowery paper and asked Song Jin, "Is this a poem?"
Song Jin looked at the paper and laughed, "This is not it. This is just something I wrote down at the time."
Ji Shu looked at the piece of paper that he had written casually on impulse, and saw that it was clearly written on it:
"It is suspected that the former employee, in order to take revenge on his former boss, cooked a large pot of porridge using a colleague's recipe, but ended up pouring a bowl of rat feces into it."
Ji Shubai: "......"
I'm glad you had good eyesight and didn't write it directly in the book.
He was mentally prepared for this, so he just stuffed the book back rather feebly and asked again, "Where's the poem?"
Song Jin looked unhappy and changed the subject abruptly: "Why don't we look at something else?"
Ji Shubai couldn't see the poem, so he just translated it himself.
Song Jin watched his hand moving on the bookshelf, his heart pounding, afraid that he would grab a book, and that would be the end of it.
She watched the hand gradually approaching its target and felt her captured arm go stiff.
The hand lingered on the spine of the book for a moment, and just as it was about to take it, Song Jin cried out in panic.
"Three Kingdoms."
"What?"
"I, I wrote a wonderful story in the Three Kingdoms. Do you want to take a look?"
Ji Shubai looked at her doubtfully, and finally moved his hand away, took out a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", flipped through it casually, and sure enough, there were many flowery notes inserted inside.
He pulled out a piece of paper at random, and saw the words written on it: "Old boy, you are good at writing."
Looking at the page again, it was the chapter where Diao Chan came among the flowers and willows.
Men can write about beauties in an unexpectedly wonderful way.
He held up the flowered paper and asked Song Jin: "You call this wonderful?"
Song Jin smiled awkwardly and said, "I said he wrote brilliantly, I was praising him."
Ji Shubai threw the flowery note onto the book. This kind of praise would be worse than no praise at all.
Song Jin escaped by luck. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Ji Shubai staring at her with a slight smile on his face.
This scene looks so familiar.
She remembered the time when he was demobilized, when he took advantage of Lu Junnian to cause trouble at the Bai family, and she knelt in the living room to peek at him, and he smiled like that.
It's definitely not a good thing.
Just as Song Jin began to become alert, Ji Shubai had already turned around to take the book.
She watched him take the "Ci Lin Zhai Yan" in his hand, grab the spine and shake it on the table. Sheets of flowery paper were scattered on the table like evidence of a crime. Song Jin was so panicked that she rushed forward and was about to hug the flowery paper in her arms, but Ji Shubai wrapped his arm around her and turned her back. Song Jin's two arms were clamped, leaving only his two hands hanging in the air, like a helpless short-armed Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Unlike Song Jin who was horrified, Ji Shubai picked up the flowery notes calmly.
"I was wondering where all those things you wrote went. It turns out they are all hidden here."
He picked up a few flowery papers and was about to read them when Song Jin interrupted, "Husband, if you like, just read them slowly. I'll go make you some tea. It's Wenshan Yucha, right?"
Song Jin usually doesn't try to please people, but whenever he does, nothing good happens.
Seeing that she was about to leave, Ji Shubai tightened his grip on her.
"Don't worry, let's take a look at your results together."
Song Jin swallowed and thought it was over.
As expected, before he could turn two pages, Ji Shubai's relaxed expression changed, his face turned from pale to red, his lips slightly opened, he breathed softly, and the arms that were holding Song Jin became stiff.
Song Jin seemed to have found the opportunity. She pushed Ji Shubai's arm away and was about to run out. However, she was not as good as Ji Shubai. She was grabbed by the collar and pulled back after running only two steps. The hand that was holding her arms instead of her ears was used to hold her ears.
"Ah - it hurts." Song Jin hugged Ji Shubai's hand that was pulling her ear and wailed, but Ji Shubai remained unmoved.
"That's all you've learned?"
Song Jin remained silent.
Ji Shubai held the paper in front of her: "Is this what you learned and wrote?"
He finally understood why Song Jin hid his writings every time and never showed them to others. Was that something that could be shown to anyone?
Song Jin bit her lip and still didn't answer.
Ji Shubai was so angry that he didn't know how to scold her.
"How about...I change into women's clothes and go out?"
Song Jin finally learned to give in, but Ji Shubai refused to let her go and stuck the flowery note on her forehead.
"Don't tell me I taught you this."
He really can't afford to lose that person.
"No, I...I just learned to write it randomly."
"Who did you learn from?"
Song Jin puffed out his cheeks and said nothing, but thought in his heart: There are times when you don't know.
"Come on, read me a sentence you learned."
Song Jin wrinkled his nose and said to him, "Letting him go is like twisting his ears." [1]
Ji Shubai's expression was dazed for a moment, and then he started cursing.
"I think you're asking for a beating!"
The fierce man pulled Song Jin into the bedroom without saying a word. Song Jin's ears were in the man's hands, so he had to follow him.
Ji Shubai seemed to be angry. He walked into the bedroom, loosened his grip, pushed Song Jin onto the bed, and slapped Song Jin's butt.
Song Jin was a little scared at first, until her palm fell and was blocked by the thick clothes. It didn't hurt at all. Instead, it seemed like a flirtation, which made her want to laugh.
"You still have the nerve to laugh!"
Of course Song Jin had the nerve to smile, and she even had the nerve to stick to him.
"Husband, please don't be angry. If you are really angry, just hit me a few times. As long as you calm down, you can hit me in any way you want."
After saying that, he buried his head in the person's waist and held her tightly.
"But it's better to hit it lightly."
Ji Shubai almost laughed out of anger: "Where did you learn this?"
Not a decent person.
Song Jin raised his head from his waist and said, "I know everything when I see my husband."
At this point, Ji Shubai couldn't hit him either, and couldn't get angry either. He could only let Song Jin hug his waist and act coquettishly, and turned to look at the poem.
Song Jin didn't know what Ji Shubai was thinking. She only knew that the bedroom suddenly became quiet, and a hand was gently stroking her cheek.
At first it just wandered on her cheek, then it touched her lips and stayed there for a long time.
Song Jin knew that he had softened his heart, so she opened her mouth slightly and bit his finger, sweeping it twice with the tip of her tongue. She sensitively felt the arms tighten around her waist, and then a piece of paper was placed in front of her.
"read."
Song Jin was stunned and looked up blankly.
Is this too shameful?
"Read it out loud, and I'll allow you to wear men's clothes and go out on the street."
Song Jin turned his head and took another look at the poem that could not be called a poem.
"Isn't this... inappropriate?"
"Why are you writing if it's not suitable?"
Song Jin swallowed his saliva, looked at the words above, and regretted that he had not hidden it more carefully.
"Ducks walking in pairs, geese heading side by side...are better than living gods."
"What is better than a living god?"
Song Jin's face was burning hot.
Being caught writing pornographic poetry, having to read it out loud and being questioned about the details is so embarrassing.
"You, you understand."
Ji Shubai did not ask any more questions, but took out another one and showed it to her: "Continue reading."
Song Jin looked at what was written above and was unable to read it, so he raised his aggrieved face and begged.
"My husband..."
Ji Shubai bent down to look into her eyes and recited for her: "Inside the tent, the mandarin ducks lie neck to neck, regardless of the hungry swallows crying."
After reading it, he poked her forehead with the flowery paper: "It's still quite a life, with mandarin ducks embracing each other and young swallows crying for food, it's not all bad."
Song Jin closed his eyes tightly and didn't dare to look at Ji Shubai.
"You must have read a lot of Wang Xueshi's songs. You didn't recite them when you played cards with Madam Lu, did you?"
"No, no, no, absolutely not."
Song Jin wanted to defend himself, but when he opened his eyes he was met with Ji Shubai's radiant eyes.
Ji Shubai probably noticed the changes in his body, but because he was currently teaching Song Jin a lesson, he forced himself to straighten up and continued to watch with a stern face.
It would be fine if you didn't look at it, but once you look at it, your body becomes even harder.
He was too embarrassed to recite a duet piece under the moon.
Song Jin heard a long sigh of relief: "You really are...self-taught."
"I just... am more inspired by my husband."
Song Jin buried his head in Ji Shubai's waist and muttered to himself. He vaguely felt that he had hit something hard. When he reacted, he realized that he had been sticking to it for a long time.
She let go, blushed, and stammered.
"Well... that... I didn't show it to anyone else..."
Ji Shubai held her chin with his hand, looking down at her with a dazed look in his eyes.
"What else? Who else do you want to show it to besides me?"
"No... Can I only show it to you from now on?"
From the beginning to the end, I never thought about never writing again.
"What can I say to you?"
"Then I won't say anything."
Song Jin smiled wickedly, hooked his neck with one hand and pulled him down. Ji Shubai leaned forward without any resistance and gently pressed on Song Jin's body.
“I only write about you.”
Ji Shubai smiled bitterly and hooked his index finger through her hair: "Should I say it's an honor?"
"That's not necessary." Song Jin hooked Ji Shubai's legs with his feet, causing him to lose balance and be completely pressed down.
"As long as my husband likes it."
"I really can't do anything to you."
Song Jin raised his face proudly and kissed Ji Shubai's mouth again and again until he was finally stuck there.
That evening, the door of the Ji family's old house was opened, and Song Jin, wearing a honey-colored cross-collared Taoist robe, walked out holding Ji Shubai's hand, giving instructions to the people behind him as he walked.
"Bring more firecrackers. I want to set off as many as I can tonight."
Song Jin escaped unscathed from this war, and at this moment, he was holding Ji Shubai with his hands behind his back, walking leisurely on the streets of Suzhou Prefecture like a winner in life.
"Hongan, bring me some Lantern Festival firecrackers."
The short fuse burned in the night. After lighting the fire, Song Jin covered his ears and ran back to Ji Shubai's arms. He watched the firecracker soar into the night sky like a monkey with a golden tail, and then exploded with a "bang".
Song Jin jumped up: "One more."
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