Chapter 82

Qin Lou didn't react and froze in place.

The housekeeper came back to his senses first, coughed lightly, then cleared his throat, turned his face away without seeing it, and turned elsewhere.

When Qin Lou woke up, Song Shu had already fallen back to his heels. He let go of his hand and walked around him as if nothing had happened, and was about to walk forward.

Qin Lou naturally refused. He didn't even think about pulling the person. The long-depressed wolfishness in his dark eyes peeled off the cover of the cover and stared at the girl with no expression.

Song Shuan quietly held it with him. When Qin Lou slightly lowered his eyelashes, the light in his eyes became darker and darker, and when the slightly burning breath approached, she blinked slowly.

"Qinlou."

"..." Qin Lou stopped.

"What do you want to do?"

"..." Qin Lou's eyes froze.

A few seconds later, he took a step back in annoyance, and put away his slightly red face. His expression became more difficult to feel embarrassed like a boy back then: "...You obviously seduced me first."

"That's a punishment," Song Shu calmly corrected, "and you just thought a little bit more."

"Oh?" Qin Lou took a few seconds to calm down. Hearing this, he laid his eyelids and asked uneasily: "Do you know what I just thought?"

After Song Shu finished speaking, she found that she had dug a hole for herself. She didn't hide it. She calmly pretended not to say anything and didn't hear anything. She turned around and walked behind the butler-

"Let's go forward."

The housekeeper smiled and pretended to have just grown ears, "Okay, Miss."

“…”

Qin Lou followed with gloomy and grievance. While the butler was not paying attention, he walked to Song Shu, lowered his upper body, and whispered in her ear as threateningly:

"I'll beat me up, and you will end up suffering, yours."

“…………”

Song Shu seemed to walk out without hearing it. But looking from behind her, her fine white auricles were unconsciously stained with traces of pink.

After going around the courtyard of the old house, the housekeeper led the two into the main building.

"The main building has been renovated a few years ago, and many of the layouts and rooms have been replaced." The butler walked in front and introduced them one by one. Behind him, Qin Tower Song Shu entered through the main entrance.

The servants in the hall stopped their work and asked, and the three of them walked through the main hall.

It was almost done on the first floor, and the butler stopped at the entrance of the stairs. "The second floor is still the study and bedroom, and no other changes have been made. As for the third floor..." The butler looked at Qin Lou and bowed slightly, "All the layout of the third floor is as the young master said, and no one goes up on weekdays."

Qin Lou nodded, "Let's see the rest for yourself, you don't have to follow."

"Then I'll go down and prepare dinner for both of you."

"Um."

After the butler turned around and left, Song Shu looked up at Qinlou, "What have you arranged on the third floor?"

Qin Lou shook and stretched out his hand to Song Shu, "I thought you wouldn't be curious at all."

“…”

Song Shu stopped under the steps for two seconds, but put her hand on it. Then she took a step and followed Qin Lou up the stairs.

Qin Lou led her to the second floor.

With the arrangement of the rooms of each bedroom in the corridor, Song Shu could still find the familiar feeling in his memory. When he followed Qin Lou through the doors after door, all the memories of the past that she thought had long been blurred came to her face.

Song Shuqing couldn't help but slow down.

Until Qin Lou led her to a door in the middle of the corridor.

"This is..." Song Shu searched through his memory, and then looked at the double-opening door with a simple and styling pattern in front of him with some uncertainty, "Is the study room?"

"Um."

Qin Lou nodded and stretched out his hand to push it away.

The room was dim and the curtains were opened. The water-like moonlight poured into the end of the housing prices through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The rest of the place is hidden in the darkness.

Qin Lou turned on the touch light switch next to the door, and the darkness in front of him was suddenly torn open by the light.

Looking at the arrangement in front of him, Song Shu was stunned.

Unlike the somewhat majestic study in her memory, it was redecorated according to another place - another house of the Qin family where Song Shu once lived alone with Qin Lou, where the study room was the only place for them.

Half is a tall bookshelves, filled with various thick mathematical brick books of different languages ​​from ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign languages; the other half is arranged in a studio, and the scrolls rolled into paintings are stacked one by one on those easels, and a few are framed with beautiful frames, hung on the wall, or leaning obliquely in the corner of the wall.

Song Shu stood outside the door, looking at the study room that seemed to be exactly the same as the room in the past, and could almost clearly recall every time she spent with Qin Lou in memory-

Sometimes she was painting, and he leaned against the bookshelf with a heavy book; the tip of the pen was shaking on the drawing paper, the pages were slid across the air, and the two sounds were intertwined, like some kind of comfortable music.

Sometimes he sat on the desk by the window, shaking his long legs and looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Although there were so many things to see, and there was no change in spring, summer, autumn and winter, when he liked it, Song Shu would be with him, listening to him telling him which math history he read today, occasionally frowned and looked in a contemptuous tone, accusing a certain argument in the book of how obscure or stupid it was.

Most of the time, Song Shu sat in front of the drawing board to draw, while Qin Lou stood beside her.

The craziest and most unaffected little madman in the family is always very quiet at this time. He doesn't say a word, just stands there and holds the drawing paper for her, or cuts pencils that he always feels that there is no difference in drawing.

At this time, the study room is always quiet and you can't hear any sound, but in the small study room, even in front of the small drawing board, there seems to be a complete world hidden, and all the beautiful sounds are there.

So there is no need to say anything, he and she can hear it all.

Song Shu slowly lowered his slightly trembling eyelashes.

After a while, she curled her lips gently and showed a very faint smile, "It's all your fault."

Qin Lou looked back, "What's wrong with me?"

"I have been enduring it." Song Shu whispered, "I have been thinking since I stepped on the way back that I must manage my expressions today, so that you can't see anything unusual, otherwise I will be sad if I am sad, and I will be even sad if you are sad - this is nothing good for both of us."

Qin Lou couldn't help but shook his eyes when he heard it. When Song Shu finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to cover the emotions inside, "Then is the failure now?"

"What do you think?" Song Shu turned to look at him, "Didn't it have failed since he entered the courtyard?"

“…”

"What's more, you deliberately made this happen for me at this time."

Qin Lou couldn't help laughing when he heard a little resentment in Song Shu's tone.

He reached out and hooked the girl's hand, and led the person to the half of the study in the studio-

"I never dared to go back here or to that house before. Even if all the buildings and rooms were demolished and rebuilt, and all traces were wiped out, I would still suddenly remember what you looked like when you were by my side in any room."

"It wasn't until you really came back that I dared someone to decorate the place as I remembered and decorate it like this."

Qin Lou pulled Song Shu to the center of half of the room, where a painting board was built, and the snow-white painting paper spread out flat.

Further to the side, the supported easel is filled with cut pencils and other painting tools arranged by model.

Qin Lou let go of his hand and turned to the girl's shoulder. He took her to the drawing board and sat on the chair.

Then Qin Lou took back his hand. He looked at the drawing board and Song Shu sitting in front of the drawing board, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

"I have dreamed of such a scene too many times. Every time I dreamed, I couldn't help but run in front of you in the chair - but I kept running, but the more I ran, the further I got away from you. Even if I finally ran in front of you, I reached out to touch you, and you would disappear."

“…”

Song Shu felt his heart tremble slightly when he heard this, and she raised her eyes to look at the man standing in front of her.

"Qinlou——"

"I mentioned these things but I didn't want you to be sad." Qin Lou said suddenly.

He bent down and his forehead was pressed against the girl's forehead. Qin Lou's eyes drooped slightly, and he spoke in a low voice with a little hoarse smile:

"You know, Little Clamshell, I have always been a lunatic, and I can never do anything to do things - I will take you to see all this for no other reason, I just want to tell you how much my obsession with you has reached; I also want you to see these things, and I also want you to know that since you are back this time, I will never let you go anywhere again - and even, I will not give us the opportunity to separate from each other like we did back then... Even if something happens, even if anyone dies on one day, I must be by your side."

After hearing this, Song Shu shook his head and whispered: "You know you don't need this. There is nothing in this world that will let me leave you."

"No, I don't know."

Qin Lou said hoarsely, as if he was laughing at himself.

"I used to think I knew until reality slapped me in the face, and I would never forget the price I paid for that pride for the rest of my life - so from that day on I was not sure of anything, I don't know what will happen in the future. The only thing I could do was draw a prison beside me; I can give you anything, but I can only be in the prison beside me - I know you want to rescue me from there, I might be a madman, a small clam shell, but I just don't want to go out - I just want to pull you in, I just want to lock us in this cage. We live in the same bed and die in the same cave, and we will be buried with bones a hundred years later, even if the ashes are mixed together in another thousand and ten thousand years, then no one will leave for several lifetimes - that's the best."

Song Shu was stunned when he heard this.

After a long time, she nodded slowly and reached out to gently wrap around Qinlou, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

She pressed against Qin Lou's forehead and watched him approach him little by little, breathing around, slowly tearing and entangling.

In those gaps, she laughed softly.

"If it's what you want, then it's best."

Everyone has been opening their eyes for the first time in this world, and everyone is a newcomer.

Life is at most over a hundred years, and no one can see a longer future, so no one can determine what a person's life will look like.

In our unique world, no one can harm each other except each other.

Then it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong-
To be continued...