On a spring evening, Sumino Hitomi and I sat side by side on the steps under the cherry blossom tree. I was still holding a tray in my hand, with the hairpin on it, and couldn't eat anymore. I looked sideways at Sumino Hitomi, and the same thing happened.
He put the hairpin on.
"Don't you mean you're very hungry? Why don't you eat more? What should you do with the rest?" I frowned slightly.
Sen Yetong raised his eyebrows and said, "You are so thin, you should eat them all."
I retorted: "You are so thin, you can laugh at a hundred steps if you take fifty steps!" Compared to Jun Changqian, Cen Yetong is much thinner.
"A hundred steps is more than fifty steps!" The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a scene like sparkling stars in his eyes. I have never seen such bright eyes, and Jun Changqian's eyes have never been seen before.
Sometimes it shines like this.
What is Jun Changqian doing now? Are you still making peace with Ji Minen? Didn't you notice that I ran out for so long?
I didn't answer. Sumeyetong sat up straighter and didn't speak.
The wind blew by, and rustling sounds came from the tall branches not far away. There was a faint chill. I stood up and said, "I'm going back."
Sen Yetong did not follow me immediately, but asked me later: "Are you also a child of the Jun family?"
I paused. For Grandpa Jun, I am just a dispensable existence. Among the children of the Jun family, besides Jun Xiaoqing, am I worthy of it?
As soon as I walked out of the kitchen, I saw Uncle Zhong talking to the Jun family's servant, his tone was quite urgent, as if he was looking for me.
As soon as he saw that I was safe and sound, Uncle Zhong came up to me and said, "Buyu, where did you go alone? The young master is so anxious."
Is that so? Didn't Jun Changqian notice that I wasn't in the living room? Didn't he and Ji Minen show off their talents among grandpa, the Ji family, the Cen family, and the guests who arrived later?
As usual, Uncle Zhong did not wait for my explanation and led me towards the living room.
"You are silent!" Cen Yetong's voice came from behind.
Uncle Zhong and I both stopped, and Sum Yetong put one hand in his pocket and held up my pink mobile phone in the other, walking slowly towards me.
Not long after, Jun Changqian's figure appeared at the flower bed on the other side, still holding his mobile phone in his hand.
Cen Yetong politely saluted Jun Changqian and said hello: "Hello, Uncle Jun."
Twenty-five-year-old Jun Changqian was promoted a generation in front of eighteen-year-old Cen Yetong because of Jun Xiaoqing. His face was slightly gloomy, and he nodded faintly to Cen Yetong as a return gift, and then turned to look at me.
: "Why don't you just stay still?"
"How do I stay well? Watching you and Ji in the living room..." I noticed that his eyes suddenly turned cold, and I also realized that I was blurting out nonsense, so I immediately kept silent, and then lowered my eyebrows.
The purpose was about to explain the reason, but Cen Yetong said: "Buyu said she was hungry, so I took her to find some food."
Jun Changqian's eyes focused on Cen Yetong's face again, with a bit of inquiry, a bit of annoyance, and a bit of complexity. Cen Yetong also looked at him without fear. As far as I know, Jun Changqian
Qian's sulky eyes were so intimidating that even his loyal uncle who had been following him for many years did not dare to look at him, but the eighteen-year-old boy in front of him dared to look at him without blinking.
About a minute later, Jun Changqian withdrew his gaze and asked me in a gentle tone: "Are you hungry?"
I nodded, Jun Changqian held my hand and said, "The dinner will start soon."
"But she's already full!" It was Cen Yetong who spoke. He didn't let Jun Changqian lead me very far. He still stood beside me and spoke to Jun Changqian in a neither humble nor overbearing manner. The latter's eyes were
He narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a faint sign of anger.
