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Madam Hou looked at the maid standing respectfully in front of her, and asked lightly, "Really? Do you really think so?"
The maid standing in front of her was Qinglan. She was sent to Situ Jun's yard to take care of all the affairs in Situ Jun's yard, and to be Mrs. Hou's eyes and ears, carefully observe Situ Jun's life, and report on time.
"Returning to Madam, the servant observed this for a period of time and confirmed that Liu Ying distracted the young master's attention by talking non-stop, so that he had no time to be sad. Therefore, the servant thought that some theater troupes and storytellers were invited to the mansion to help the young master. It will be even better if Master Hou relieves the boredom." Qinglan lowered her head and replied respectfully.
Ambition flashed in his eyes.
After seeing Ning Xinhe yesterday, the young master was obviously so sad, but Song Yingying just had to pat her, and the young master's emotions were calmed down. So, what's the problem? Could it be that theatrical troupe and storyteller are not as good as that vulgar maid?
When the theatrical troupe and the storyteller coaxed the young master, what qualifications does that vulgar and stupid Song Yingying have to stay by the young master's side and be the maid in charge? Qinglan is very confident, she will definitely be able to push Song Yingying down, and become a legitimate maid in charge.
This time, when I came back to report in front of Mrs. Hou, I presented my own strategy.
Madam Hou thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay."
In a few days, the Hou's mansion invited well-known theatrical troupe and storyteller in Beijing, and Mrs. Hou asked someone to invite Situ Jun to listen.
Situ Jun respected his mother very much, so he went to listen.
It's just that Yiyi Yaya's opera didn't attract his attention. He sat under the stage, looking at the stage with his eyes, but his mind was in a daze.
Yes, in a daze.
He didn't think about anything, his mind was emptying itself. After being comforted by Song Yingying yesterday, he became like this. It seems that something in my heart has collapsed and is being rebuilt.
During this rebuilding process, there is nothing he can do. He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to wait quietly, waiting for the moment when the building was completed.
After it is built, he is a brand new him.
He didn't understand why he felt this way, but he was sure it must be.
Mrs. Hou is very concerned about her son. After she invited the theater troupe and the storyteller, she didn't ignore everything, but sent someone to pay attention to him, and she herself observed him from time to time. Then she found that her son was very absent-minded.
She called Situ Jun to her side and asked him, "Jun'er, what's going on recently? I see you are absent-minded, have you encountered any difficulties?"
Situ Jun shook his head: "It's nothing, mother."
Madam Hou asked again: "Do you like the theater troupe and storyteller I hired for you?"
Situ Jun still shook his head: "I don't really like it."
He didn't like it much before. Now not only do I not like it, but I am not in the mood.
Madam Hou looked at him carefully and found that he was really not interested, instead of saying no when she rejected Song Yingying at the beginning, but in fact it was just angry words.
"Okay, mother will invite them back tomorrow." Mrs. Hou said.
After the mother and son said a few more words, Situ Jun went back.
Qing Lan was still thinking about her life as a maid in charge, when she saw that the theater troupe and storyteller in the mansion were suddenly sent away, she was shocked.
She went to ask the little sisters she was familiar with in Mrs. Hou's yard, and when she found out that the young master didn't like theater troupes and storytellers, she suddenly felt a loud slap on the face, which was very painful.
She was not reconciled, but there was nothing she could do. When she saw Song Yingying again, the jealousy in her eyes could hardly be concealed.
On this day, the sky is bright as usual.
It doesn't look any different than usual. Even wisps of light drilled through the gaps in the curtains, and the angles in the room were not different.
However, Situ Jun felt that something was different.
It's just that he himself is different. It seemed that something heavy had disappeared from his body.
When he woke up, he felt relaxed in body, mind and heart. Those things that used to entangle him, fall on him, and pull him disappeared.
He really crawled out of that abyss, and even the mud stained on his body disappeared.
He is very happy.
He didn't get up immediately, but lay quietly on the bed, sorting out his seventeen years of life from beginning to end.
Before meeting Ning Xinhe, there was nothing surprising, he was just an ordinarybsp; "I'm not stupid." Song Yingying said, "I can't tell if others don't like me?"
Situ Jun nodded: "Well, you are not stupid."
It's a very common sentence. I don't know if Song Yingying is too sensitive, and I always feel that something is wrong.
Just as he was thinking, Situ Jun suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at the rose bushes not far away and said, "Go and pick flowers."
"Okay." Song Yingying let go of the wheelchair and ran to fold flowers.
After a while, she came back from folding flowers.
Situ Jun took it, looked down, then pointed in another direction: "Fold two more branches."
Song Yingying ran to fold again.
"Two branches of the flowers over there are also broken."
"And there."
After running in four directions, Situ Jun's legs were covered with flowers. Before he finished, he pointed to the flowers farther away and asked Song Yingying to fold them.
Song Yingying felt something was wrong, and suspected that Situ Jun was torturing her on purpose. But after thinking about it, she didn't offend him, so why did he torment her? So he asked: "Young Lord, what are you doing with so many flowers? These few branches are enough for display."
Situ Jun pinched the flower branches with his slender and beautiful fingers. The delicate flowers made his skin extremely fair. He lowered his head and sniffed the flowers, and said, "There are enough for my room. But there are not enough for my mother's room."
Then, looking up at her: "Not going yet?"
Song Yingying had no choice but to run away.
Another seven or eight branches were broken, and Situ Jun's legs were covered with flowers. Bright yellow, pink, lavender, flowers of various colors are piled together, rich and lively, I don't know whether people are more delicate than flowers, or flowers complement people.
? Song Yingying had slight facial control. Although she was panting from exhaustion, she still didn't complain when she looked at the beautiful boy holding the flowers.
It is not always possible to see a beautiful boy holding a flower.
She supported her knees, panting and asked: "Is there any more, young master?"
Situ Jun lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Song Yingying, who was a little shorter than him because of bending over.
After a period of vigorous running, her face was flushed, and she looked healthy and energetic. A pair of eyes are shining, as if sprinkled with stars all over the sky. There was a slight sweat on the tip of her nose, which made her more delicate.
All the flowers in the yard were outnumbered by her and paled in comparison. She was the only bright color in his vision at the moment.
Situ Jun suddenly smiled slightly: "You just said that you are not stupid?"
"I'm not stupid." Song Yingying nodded. She's smart, she's sure.
Situ Jun hooked his lips again: "I deliberately tormented you just now, but you didn't notice, and you said you were not stupid?"
Song Yingying was stunned for a moment.
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