Chapter 3 How can I get into trouble right away? "Don't be afraid, I won't lose you"...

Pu Tingsong did not reprimand him, but just stated the facts calmly in a very calm tone.

"You said the wrong thing, and you also thought some wrong things." Pu Tingsong moved the chair to face him, lowered his head slightly and looked at him, "You said that it's not worth it, which made me feel very disappointed."

Jiang Qiyan's heart was suddenly tightened by something. The two words "heartbroken" were too heavy and made him feel more uncomfortable than being scolded.

His anxious eyes looked at Pu Tingsong's eyes, which remained calm throughout the whole time, with horror. The fear of being abandoned consumed his reason bit by bit. He became restless and his whole body was shaking.

Pu Tingsong noticed his mood, reached out and held his little hand, and then continued, "Teacher is indeed a little unhappy, but it doesn't mean that I will ignore you just because I am angry."

"It's been a year and a half, Xiao Qiyan," he said with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "You have been my disciple since you were two and a half years old. When have I ever thought of ignoring you?"

So, even if he is angry, Mr. will still hug him, right?

Can I ask my husband to hold me at any time?

There is no need to guess what the gentleman is thinking or observe his words and expressions.

Because the master said he was willing to pamper him.

But he still felt that he was not worthy of such tolerance.

Pu Tingsong felt that Jiang Qiyan's current behavior was just like a little rabbit that had just been brought home from the wild.

I was timid and uneasy, and I wished I could curl myself up into a ball and hide in some crevice.

Pu Tingsong smiled in his heart. There is a long way to go. Just take your time and teach the child to depend on you first.

"Abandon words," Pu Tingsong touched his head, "I'll give you a name."

Small pets will feel insecure when they first move to a new home, but it will be different if they have a new name.

A name represents belonging.

Jiang Qiyan obviously thought the same thing. He raised his head in surprise, a little bit unbelieving, "Can... can I?"

"My name is Sui Han, so you can call yourself Chen Shen," Pu Tingsong said without saying what the connection was.

But Jiang Qiyan understood.

As mentioned in "Duiyun", I happened to be at Songbai these days.

Pine and cypress cannot speak, and their perseverance is never easily revealed to others, but buried deep in their hearts, waiting for those who understand to dig it out.

Listen to the pine trees and stop talking.

Even the mute pine tree has someone willing to listen.

The years are cold and the feelings are deep.

Having experienced the hardships of the years, the qualities hidden deep inside are extremely precious.

The meaning of giving up is no longer just giving up.

It is to be calm, introverted and stick to yourself like a pine tree.

Does the gentleman hope that he will grow into a pine or cypress? Are the gentleman's expectations of him so high?

Sir, are you willing to... cultivate him, understand him, and tap into him...

"Deeply..." Jiang Qiyan felt a little sad, "From now on, I will be deeply sincere..."

No one has ever taken such great pains to be nice to him.

Never.

Jiang Qiyan felt that his name and surname were closely linked to his master.

Most of the uneasy feeling disappeared in an instant.

Pu Tingsong's smile deepened, "You are so good, your teacher has always felt that you are worthy..."

The gentleman's smile is so strange...

Jiang Qiyan suddenly felt a little chilly, but he didn't care. He lowered his head and poked the gentleman's arm hidden under his sleeve with a finger.

"I know I was wrong..." He tried to hold back his tears, but they still fell, "Sir, don't be disappointed..."

The master is so nice, how could he let the master be sad and disappointed.

"I will never try to be stubborn again," he looked at Pu Tingsong with tears in his eyes, his expression looking extremely pitiful.

His little eyes pleased Pu Tingsong very much, and Pu Tingsong touched him as if to show forgiveness.

He rubbed the gentleman's hand affectionately, but the hand did not allow him to rub it for long and was retracted after a while.

Why does the gentleman always keep a distance from him, be careful and only touch him for a short while each time?

Why can't I touch her a little longer? Jiang Qiyan thought with some lust.

He always feels at ease when his husband touches him.

Pu Tingsong got up and went into the study, letting him move freely, and rubbed his hair soothingly before closing the door.

"You can go and have fun. As long as you don't leave the house and don't intentionally cause any damage, everything else is up to you."

This doesn't seem right, as if I were giving instructions to a little pet.

——You must stay at home and don’t run out. You can’t jump onto the table and deliberately drop things on the floor. You can’t poke at the words on the curtains with your claws.

But he is not a kitten or a puppy, nor is he the type to act naughty.

Why did the gentleman give him such instructions? Didn't he know that he was very obedient?

He nodded obediently and didn't go anywhere. After the teacher closed the door, he sat in front of the study with his back against the door.

After sitting for a long time, he felt a little bored, but he didn't dare to go to other places for fear of getting lost, so he propped up his little head and began to recall what happened that day.

The more I recall it, the more I feel that Mr. Xu paid great attention to details. He really had gentleness engraved in his bones.

I am so moved.

"Woo woo", how could someone be so nice to him and take care of him so meticulously? Jiang Qiyan covered his eyes, and did not dare to cry loudly for fear of disturbing his teacher. He just sat at the door and sobbed softly like a little animal.

Before he could sob for a while, the door opened and Pu Tingsong was standing behind him, casting a shadow on him, covering him completely.

"Where is that cat calling? Huh?" Pu Tingsong leaned forward slightly and looked around. Then he suddenly realized what was going on and asked the child who was covering his eyes with a smile, "Are you the one calling the door? Xiao Qiyan."

Xiao Qiyan secretly raised her head, and thought she was looking at her teacher secretly through the gaps between her fingers.

The gentleman was leaning against the door, the sunlight from behind hitting his hair, giving it a warm orange-red color.

The teacher's voice was so gentle, "Do you want to come in and sit down, or should I throw you a cushion?"

"The teacher asked you to go play, but you just sat here? Why are you so obedient, Xiao Qiyan?"

The teacher's voice was not only gentle but also very doting. "It's winter now and the ground is cold. If I don't come out to check on you, you will sneeze if you keep sitting like this."

Want to go in...

Don't disturb your husband while he is doing his work, just stay beside him quietly and accompany him.

but……

Jiang Qiyan stood up timidly. He tilted his head to take a look inside the door. The decoration of the study was not complicated, but there were a lot of papers and bamboo slips piled inside.

They must be very important things, he can't go in and damage them. What if he accidentally breaks something and brings trouble to his husband?

The master's life is already difficult enough. If he makes a mistake in your affairs, you will definitely be bullied again when you go to court.

"I...I need a small cushion," Jiang Qiyan said softly, "I won't go in. I'll wait outside the door for you to finish your work. Don't worry, I'll be good."

"I'm not going anywhere..."

"That's what you said," Pu Tingsong said calmly, repeating his words, "You won't go anywhere."

That strange feeling came to his mind again. Jiang Qiyan looked at Pu Tingsong blankly, then nodded obediently.

He couldn't tell exactly what was strange about it, but he keenly sensed that the gentleman was repeating this sentence... to emphasize it to him.

Not going anywhere...?

Then he won't go anywhere. He doesn't want to go anyway. If possible, he wants to be the master's little shadow and follow him forever.

Only when I am with my husband can I feel safest and happiest.

Jiang Qiyan took the small cushion and was moved again when she saw that her husband did not close the door.

He sat at the door with his back to the table, unaware that Pu Tingsong's eyes were on his neck.

After a long moment, Pu Tingsong chuckled silently and lowered his head to review the memorials.

Pu Tingsong's pen controls the lifeblood of a country; his words directly decide what the emperor should do.

Although it was such an important matter, Pu Tingsong was very careless and would raise his head from time to time to look at the quiet little figure at the door.

The child is very well behaved, so well behaved that the author wants to find a collar for the child, and lead the child wherever he goes, and take him out for everyone to see what an obedient and cute little thing he has raised.

Pu Tingsong's eyes became darker and darker.

The son must pay for the father's debt. So just stay by your teacher's side and be obedient as your teacher's little pet. Don't even think about going anywhere.

The dark tide was completely withdrawn the moment Jiang Qiyan turned his head. Pu Tingsong asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"It's windy," Jiang Qiyan sniffed, not realizing the danger in time. He just looked at the teacher behind the desk with his bright eyes, a little admiration and a little attachment, "Are you cold, sir? I'll close the door for you..."

"Mr. is cold, but Mr. Qiyan is not cold?" Pu Tingsong laughed and teased, "Listen to your little nose, it's ringing quite regularly."

"Come in and close the door."

Jiang Qiyan hesitated for a moment, tiptoed into the study, being careful not to step on the messy papers on the floor, and turned around to close the door.

He did not think about why there were so many papers on the floor, nor did he notice that the stand with the vase next to it was deliberately unbalanced.

What he couldn't see was that the moment he turned around, Pu Tingsong bent his fingers and flicked a chess piece over.

There was a loud bang and Jiang Qiyan froze. He pursed his lips, turned around slowly as if he was about to cry, and saw the tilted shelf and broken vases on the ground.

Was it the sleeve that got caught accidentally?

There's still water in that vase!

All the papers on the ground were wet, the ink was smudged, and the hard work of the gentleman was destroyed by him!

"Wuwu I...I", Jiang Qiyan knelt down in front of Pu Tingsong behind the desk, "I'm sorry..."

With trembling fingers, he slowly crawled over to rescue the doomed paper from among the porcelain fragments on the ground.

How could I have gotten into such a big trouble? How could I have gotten into trouble as soon as I arrived at my husband's house?

The gentleman's footsteps were getting closer and closer. He must be very angry. He would definitely be so furious that he would throw him out.

Then... no one wants him...

He was so scared that even his hair was trembling slightly.

Pu Tingsong's hand suddenly reached out and stopped in front of him, "Get up."

Pu Tingsong pulled him up, still in a gentle voice, "You are not punished to kneel, why are you kneeling randomly, little fool? Can't you see there are porcelain pieces on the ground?"

Pu Tingsong bent down and rolled up his legs to check if he was injured.

Jiang Qiyan was panicking and he grabbed the corner of Pu Tingsong's clothes tightly.

This is a small agreement between him and his husband. As long as he does this, his husband will hug him.

But will the gentleman still hug him now?

“I didn’t mean it… wuwu…” Jiang Qiyan wiped his tears with the back of his hand and apologized breathlessly, “Wow… I… I’m so stupid… But… But I didn’t mean to…”

Pu Tingsong slowly pulled the corner of his clothes away from his hand, and despair instantly spread in Jiang Qiyan's heart.

Sir... Sir, do you finally not want him anymore?

But the next moment, a big hand fell on his back, and Pu Tingsong squatted down and held him in his arms.

"Who said our little Qiyan is stupid? Little Qiyan is the most obedient and intelligent. It's the vase that's wrong. How could it scare Qiyan?" Pu Tingsong flicked his sleeves to throw away the porcelain pieces. "Be good, don't cry, don't cry. Your teacher will teach it a lesson for you."

The vase is not a living thing, so how can it be bad? It is obviously him who is bad.

Jiang Qiyan looked at Pu Tingsong's serious and gentle face with his misty eyes.

Are your eyes transformed from peach blossoms? Otherwise, how could they be so gentle, like pink and white petals floating in the breeze?

Jiang Qiyan leaned his head on Pu Tingsong's shoulder and sobbed softly, "Words... no more words..."

"Sir... Sir, what are you going to do tomorrow morning..."

"It's gone, it's gone. The worst that can happen is that I can work harder now and make it up."

Pu Tingsong held him, the extremely deceitful child, and smiled from an angle where he couldn't see, "If you can't make up for it, you'll just have to be scolded."

"Compared to Qi Yan, these are nothing," Pu Tingsong patted his back, "Don't be afraid, the master won't abandon you. You are so obedient and gentle, the master must be very fond of you."