Chapter 313 In my eyes, you're all like little kids.
After Shen Buyu confronted Song Shuchen to his face last time, he disappeared for a while.
Silent and happy days are back.
Going to school, leaving school, dating, team building, receiving gifts, receiving gifts, receiving gifts...
Winter break arrived in the blink of an eye.
As usual, Qin Nianke was taken abroad by her parents during her vacation.
Inside the Shen family villa.
When Song Jingyi entered the living room, he saw his younger sister with her hair in a bun, wearing a face mask and light purple loungewear, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, drawing circles with a pen and paper.
"Little Fish, what are you doing?"
He often visited the Shen family, and they treated him like one of their own, so he didn't stand on ceremony.
“Brother Jingyi,” Shen Buyu said, his mouth agape, “I’m calculating when we’ll get to Jiangnan.”
Winter vacation is shorter than summer vacation.
Subtracting the New Year holidays, there aren't many days left.
"How did it go?" Song Jingyi found it amusing; he found everything related to Shen Buyu interesting.
“Look,” Shen Buyu held up his little notebook, “If you’re free, we can set off the day after tomorrow, stay at Grandma’s house for a week, I’ll take you to Walnut Town for a week, and then come back for the New Year. After the New Year, if we have time, we can find another place to play with everyone for a few days.”
“Okay, I’ll listen to you,” Song Jingyi took her notebook and looked at it carefully. “Little Fish, your handwriting is beautiful.”
“Hehe, isn’t it pretty? My brother and I practiced together,” Shen Buyu glanced around and, seeing no one else, lowered her voice, “When my brother was in school, I wrote all the self-criticisms for him.”
"Why does Yunqi need to write a self-criticism?" Song Jingyi raised an eyebrow.
“Most of them are fights and brawls.” Shen Buyu finished speaking and then quickly added, “But it’s usually others who start trouble; he’s the one who intervenes more often.”
When it comes to helping others out of a sense of justice, it can sometimes go a little overboard.
"Miss, Young Master Si has arrived. His car is at the door," the butler hurried over to report.
Shen Buyu exclaimed "Oh!" and hurriedly ran upstairs. "Brother Jingyi, I'm going to change my clothes. You play with Brother Jingxu."
Song Jingyi was still holding his younger sister's little notebook in his hand.
He shook his head and chuckled upon hearing this.
His little fish really likes this Si Jingxu.
She didn't even want him to see her wearing pajamas and a face mask.
The saying goes, "Women dress up for those who appreciate them."
"Jingyi, when did you arrive?" Si Jingxu placed the flowers he was holding on the coffee table and swaggered onto the sofa. "Where's Buyu?"
"I didn't want to see you, so I jumped out the window and ran away." Song Jingyi closed his sister's notebook without looking at the other pages.
“Heh,” Si Jingxu leaned back on the sofa and asked the butler for a cup of tea. “My dear brother-in-law, you really love to joke these days.”
"I'm going to Suzhou with Xiaoyu the day after tomorrow, are you coming?" Song Jingyi took a sip of tea. "West Lake Longjing tea."
Asking a question you already know the answer to.
Si Jingxu felt terrible.
"Brother Jingxu." After washing her face and changing her clothes, Shen Buyu walked briskly downstairs.
Si Jingxu looked in the direction of the sound. His little feather face was fair and delicate, and his hair was damp with water droplets.
Wearing a pink gradient dress, she resembled a pink trumpet flower with dewdrops on a vine in the early morning.
He stood up, a deep affection welling up in his eyes, as he watched his girlfriend walk up to him.
“Brother Jingxu, I’m ready, let’s go.” After saying that, she looked at Song Jingyi, “Brother Jingyi, my mother said she’ll be back soon, and asked you to wait for her to come back before we leave.”
Song Jingyi raised his head. "Go have fun, have a good time."
He watched the young couple leave hand in hand, then lowered his eyes to look at the small notebook his sister had left behind.
The cover features a pink and white checkered pattern, surrounded by a lace trim.
The little princess's notebooks all look like she's wearing a princess dress.
Song Jingyi smiled slightly.
"Jingyi, there was a bit of traffic on the way, sorry to have kept you waiting." Lan Xinyan walked over quickly in high heels, followed by several people with bags and packages scattered on the ground.
“Aunt Lan, don’t say that,” Song Jingyi stood up. “Buyu has only been gone for a short while.”
“Come here, kid,” Lan Xinyan beckoned him over, her face full of excitement. “This afternoon, while shopping, I saw a new store that had just opened in the mall. The moment I walked in, I knew that the style of this store would suit you.”
Both the style and the combination have a rugged, wild feel to them.
"Your figure and temperament are absolutely capable of carrying it off."
Lan Xinyan randomly took out a suit from the bag and naturally compared it to Song Jingyi, her eyes showing even greater satisfaction.
“You’re even more handsome than the model on their signboard. I told Jingxu’s mom that if you could be their spokesperson, this store would sell like hotcakes.”
Song Jingyi stood there, his body somewhat stiff.
He has never been treated like this by his elders.
Xiaoyu has bought him clothes before, always choosing the style and size and having them delivered to his home.
Like a child, being held up by an adult to measure their clothes against themselves.
It's...the first time.
“This blue one looks nice,” Lan Xinyan said happily as she picked out clothes. “This gray one looks nice too. You’re so young, you shouldn’t always wear black. Try more light colors. I also bought you a white one.”
Song Jingyi's throat tightened, and unsure of what to say, he simply hummed in response.
Ms. Lan Xinyan's pampering didn't end there. "I also got you a tie and a bow tie. Even though you don't like wearing them, we still have to have them, right?"
"Thank you, Aunt Lan," Song Jingyi said in a low, hoarse voice.
"No need for thanks from family. It's like how you give Buyu things every day; it's just that they seem suitable," Lan Xinyan said, having spent the afternoon shopping with a full haul and not feeling tired at all. "Are you busy later?"
"I'm fine today, I've finished all my work." Song Jingyi adjusted his emotions and returned to normal.
"Then don't go. Buyu isn't home, and Yunqi is away on a business trip. When your Uncle Chen and Yanzhou get home, we'll have hot pot together."
"Okay." Song Jingyi wasn't particularly fond of hot pot, but he had now fallen in love with the warm feeling it gave him.
“Oh dear, Jingxu is leaving tomorrow, and you guys are leaving the day after tomorrow. It’ll be quiet at home for a few days.” Lan Xinyan leaned back on the sofa. “By the way, Jingyi, where will you and Buyu stay? Yanzhou has a courtyard house over there.”
“I’ve always had people take care of Grandma’s yard. When Buyu wasn’t on vacation, I had them replace everything inside and out. Don’t worry, Aunt Lan, Buyu won’t be mistreated,” Song Jingyi replied obediently.
He felt gratitude towards Lan Xinyan, and now he was also moved.
Such a kind elder deserves his patient answer.
“Of course I know you won’t wrong her, and I’m just worried about you,” Lan Xinyan said with a sigh. “In my eyes, you’re all like little kids.”
"Understood, Aunt Lan."
"After visiting Grandma, we'll play for a few days and then come back with Buyu for the New Year," Lan Xinyan calculated the days. "You haven't spent the New Year in Beijing yet, have you?"
Song Jingyi: "No."
He has never spent Chinese New Year in Beijing; he has never celebrated Chinese New Year since his grandmother passed away.
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