Chapter 33 Chapter 33 The Illusion of Being Cherished
The table was too quiet.
Song Yuqiao didn't seem to feel embarrassed. He poured a bowl of soup and placed it next to Song Jianan as if nothing had happened, but didn't say anything else.
Song Jianan pretended not to see it.
The bowl of soup remained until the two of them finished their meal, became cold, and was finally poured out.
After dinner, Song Jianan played a few single-player games, then picked up his book, intending to memorize some key points. He didn't really want to, but thinking about a test the following week, he had to pick up his book and steel himself.
Seeing this, Song Yuqiao frowned, somewhat disapprovingly. "Jia Jia, you need to rest more. Reading is tiring. If you're bored, I can play games with you. I have equipment at home, and I'll ask the housekeeper to find it. Or I can take you out to play. There's a new manor that opened in the South District recently, and you haven't been there yet..."
Song Jianan looked up from his book, his face showing some unconcealable annoyance. "Brother, if you don't like me memorizing here, why don't you let me go back to school?"
Song Yuqiao stared intently at the lively expression on his face, and for some reason, he smiled. His smile was like the thawing of winter snow, bringing spring to life, a truly magnificent sight.
Song Jianan was stunned, and then felt embarrassed and angry.
What does he mean? Is he making fun of him? How can that be funny!
Song Jianan glared at him fiercely, buried his head in his book, and didn't want to pay any more attention to him.
Song Yuqiao came over, hugged him, and gently rested his chin on his stiff shoulders.
"Jia Jia, brother is very happy." I'm glad that you can lose your temper with your brother.
The words sounded somewhat intimate, as if they were half-said, without any coherence.
Song Jianan didn't understand what he wanted to say, nor did he want to know. However, his sudden kiss made his mind confused. He couldn't help but worry whether Song Yuqiao would ignore his health and do that thing...
But after waiting for a while, he didn't see Song Yuqiao make any other movements. He felt a little relieved and his body gradually relaxed. Then he began to feel that Song Yuqiao was annoying and affecting his studies.
He snapped the book shut and stood up. "No more reading. I'm going to bed."
Song Yuqiao stopped when he saw that things were going well and held his hand, "Look, I won't disturb you. Just be careful not to get too tired."
"I'll go back to the company and be back in the evening. Tell the housekeeper what you want to eat or play."
Song Jianan followed his force and sat back on the sofa. He was kissed on the forehead, and Song Yuqiao finally left.
Song Jianan should be happy, but he lowered his eyes and looked at the book in his hand, feeling depressed.
He always felt like he was being unreasonable, but it was clearly Song Yuqiao's fault, and it was Song Yuqiao who treated him badly first.
He didn't want to be nice to Song Yuqiao at all.
Although he was angry, he still had to memorize the book, so he opened it again.
In the evening, the sun gradually sets in the west.
Gardener Lao Wang travels between the greenhouse and the garden, carrying potted plants.
Song Jianan was attracted by his movements and followed him curiously, staring in and out. Old Wang wanted to laugh and asked him if he needed help.
Song Jianan felt a little embarrassed, but his eyes lit up and he nodded.
When Song Yuqiao came back, he saw him busy in the garden like a little bee, and Old Wang was guiding him in pruning branches.
The two of them were so engrossed and having so much fun that they didn't even notice Song Yuqiao's appearance.
Song Yuqiao looked at it for a moment, clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly.
They both turned around.
Song Yuqiao walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"
The gardener smiled and said, "I am teaching the young master how to prune the branches."
Song Yuqiao stood aside and looked down.
Being stared at by two pairs of eyes, Song Jianan's mind suddenly became confused, and he accidentally cut the hair crookedly with the scissors in his hand.
Song Yuqiao grabbed his hand in time to prevent him from continuing to cut and severing the entire plant.
Song Jianan pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed, and wanted to throw away the scissors and leave.
Song Yuqiao took another pair of scissors from the toolbox and asked, "How is Jiajia doing? Can you teach me?"
Song Jianan was busy cutting leaves: "Why don't you just let Uncle Wang teach you?"
Lao Wang picked up his toolbox and went to the greenhouse. "I suddenly remembered that a flower stand in the greenhouse is loose. I'll go fix it."
There were only two people left in the garden.
Song Yuqiao took the scissors from his hand, and Song Jianan had nothing to do, so he couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb anymore.
Song Yuqiao asked: "Is Jiajia still angry with her brother?"
Song Jianan plucked a withered leaf and rubbed it in his hands. "No, how could I dare to be angry with you?"
What's the point of being angry? Song Yuqiao won't bother him, so just let him leave Xihe Garden and never come back.
He didn't want to hear what Song Yuqiao said, so he took back the scissors and said, "Don't you want to learn how to prune? I'll teach you."
Song Yuqiao had no choice but to put aside his other thoughts for the time being and listen to his detailed explanation. However, as he listened, he became distracted, his eyes fell on his lips opening and closing, and then looked up, his handsome face was shrouded in a faint halo in the dusk.
It is the vivid and lively Jia Jia.
It's Jia Jia who won't be polite to him or try to please him.
"Do you really want to learn?"
Song Jianan was so angry that he threw the scissors, and stared at Song Yuqiao with his clear black eyes filled with anger.
He talked for a long time, but Song Yuqiao didn't listen to a word he said and cut off all the leaves of the whole plant!
Song Yuqiao came back to his senses and replied subconsciously: "Learn."
But he just stared at people straight. Song Jianan's face was inexplicably hot under his gaze. He bit his lip and was about to speak.
Song Yuqiao dropped the scissors, took two steps forward, held his face, and lowered his head to kiss him.
Song Jianan widened his eyes, bewildered by his sudden action.
He was still angry and didn't want to have any intimate behavior with Song Yuqiao.
But he didn't dare to resist. Just because Song Yuqiao didn't take those little fights seriously didn't mean he would allow him to disobey him on this matter. When did Song Yuqiao not attack aggressively and not allow him to resist?
Song Yuqiao suddenly stopped, put his hand against his forehead and said, "Jia Jia, close your eyes and concentrate."
Song Jianan's mind was in a state of confusion, so he subconsciously listened to him and closed his eyes.
The slightly cool lips came up again, and the flexible tip of the tongue pried open his unguarded teeth, entangled with him, and the exchanged saliva was wrapped with a faint pheromone.
The kiss is deep but gentle, giving people the illusion of being cherished.
Song Jianan was led by him, as if walking into the center of the dance floor. He was clumsy and could not keep up with Song Yuqiao's rhythm. He always accidentally stepped on Song Yuqiao's shoes, but he was silently embraced. In the repeated rotations and entanglements, he was intoxicated by the gorgeous and ambiguous accompaniment.
The light and shadow changed, and the sky gradually darkened.
There is only a small garden left in the world, and the couple kissing in the garden have become the most intimate existence in the world.
Song Jianan suddenly felt as if he were enveloped in a pool of transparent water. The water was slightly cool, yet it contained him completely. No matter where he was flawed, where he had sharp corners, or where he had a lot of potholes, the water could fill every part of him, making him smooth and close to perfection.
He was confused by this confusing feeling and couldn't help shedding tears.
As soon as he cried, Song Yuqiao panicked, "Jia Jia, what's wrong?"
"Did your brother bite you accidentally?"
Song Jianan reached out to wipe away his tears and kept shaking his head.
He didn't know, he couldn't explain what was wrong with him, he just wanted to cry so much, he couldn't control himself.
Song Yuqiao held him in his arms, patted his thin back gently, and comforted him with the same words over and over again: "Don't cry, Jiajia, don't cry."
Song Jianan buried her head in his chest, crying more and more uncontrollably, clutching Song Yuqiao's clothes tightly with both hands.
If Song Yuqiao was still his brother, had never changed, and had always protected him, would no one dare to bully him? He wouldn't have to be so cautious, and he wouldn't have to work so hard to please others.
He was really tired, with a strong fatigue welling up from deep within his body. He even thought a little self-deprecatingly that if he had died completely and thoroughly in his previous life, without any rebirth, would he be able to get permanent relief and no longer have to bear everything alone.
His crying sounded so mournful and helpless.
Song Yuqiao couldn't help but hug him tighter, his heart and eyes filled with heartache.
But a dark and damp excitement in his heart was inappropriately growing.
Jiajia needs him at this moment, only him. He is Jiajia's only support and all Jiajia's strength.
Jia Jia is his, and he is also Jia Jia's.
He only hoped that such moments would last longer and longer, forever and ever, and never end.
Song Yuqiao's hand gently stroked from top to bottom, over and over again, feeling the trembling of the body under his palm.
After all, he couldn't bear to see Jia Jia sad, and he couldn't bear to let this sadness become the nourishment for his dark and damp thoughts.
He held Jiajia's shoulders, separated their bodies, met her tearful eyes, and raised his hand to wipe away her tears.
"Jia Jia, stop crying. Your eyes will get hurt if you keep crying. Brother bought a cake. Can you take Jia Jia to eat it?"
Song Jianan sniffed, "What cake?"
Song Yuqiao led him inside, "It's Jiajia's favorite blueberry cake, and there's also a mango cake."
Song Jianan: "I also want milk tea."
He also specifically specified the brand and flavor of milk tea.
Song Yuqiao agreed one by one: "I'll ask someone to buy it right away."
After I called and gave him some instructions, he said, "Let's eat the cake first. The milk tea will be delivered soon."
Song Jianan refused to eat the cake, "Cake should be eaten with milk tea."
This is the ritual of life, and he has seen others do this before.
Song Yuqiao didn't understand why this happened, but he didn't try to persuade her anymore and asked why she was crying just now.
Song Jianan didn't want to say anything and began to cry again with his head down.
He didn't dare ask any more questions.
Fortunately, the milk tea was served quickly. He inserted a straw, and Song Jianan took a sip. He was finally willing to eat the cake.
Song Yuqiao fed him in small sips, and he did not refuse. He nestled in Song Yuqiao's arms, holding the milk tea, eating two bites of cake, and drinking two sips of milk tea.
After drinking a cup of milk tea, there was still half a cake left. Song Jianan felt a little full. He rubbed his stomach and stared at the remaining half of the cake with a frown.
Song Yuqiao was worried that he still wanted to eat more, so he was about to say that he would eat the rest tomorrow.
Song Jianan tugged at his clothes and pointed at the cake and said, "Brother, it would be a waste if you can't finish it."
Song Yuqiao looked at his distressed expression, swallowed his words, and had to finish the remaining half of the cake.
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