Luo Qingcheng was not familiar with this small village, but she knew that the shortest way back to Song Mansion was the one she had just taken.
However, Mr. Song said so, and she would not refute anything.
What's more, she couldn't be happier to be able to walk with Mr. Song after he went out for a long time.
"Xiaochun, why do you have time to watch the village's unveiling ceremony today?"
Suddenly, a laugh came from behind.
Luo Qingcheng trembled all over and did not dare to look back.
Because the owner of the voice was none other than the village chief who gave her a sense of extreme danger last time.
"Why are you here? Is the unveiling ceremony over?"
Song Xiaochun turned around and looked at Bu Fan who was walking slowly with a calm expression.
"Not yet, but it's almost there!"
Bu Fan waved his hand and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the white cat on Song Xiaochun's shoulder. The white cat's hair was snow-white and fluffy, but unfortunately a section of its tail was missing.
But this look from him frightened Luo Qingcheng so much that her heart was pounding, her whole body stiffened, and she lay obediently on Song Xiaochun's shoulder.
"That's it, then congratulations on becoming the mayor of Nomo Town!" Song Xiaochun said calmly.
"Actually, it's nothing. Even though the title of mayor sounds very lofty, it's actually just that!" Bu Fan shrugged.
"By the way, where are you going to play with your little wild cat? That's not right. Are you saying this is just a little wild cat, or a little milk cat?"
Bu Fan touched his chin and said with interest.
If it were an ordinary person, Luo Qingcheng would have cursed loudly, but facing the kind and elegant man in front of her, she did not dare to take a breath.
"She's not some little wild cat, a little milk cat!"
Song Xiaochun subconsciously glanced at Luo Qingcheng and said calmly.
"Okay, it's whatever you say? How about we visit the village together when we have time?" Bu Fan invited with a smile.
Song Xiaochun was silent for a moment and didn't say anything.
Just like that, the two of them walked forward side by side.
Luo Qingcheng had some doubts in her heart.
For some reason, she felt that there was something special about the way Mr. Song got along with this elegant man.
The elegant man spoke cordially and warmly, while Mr. Song's tone sounded cold, but not offensive, and showed a closeness between friends.
It can be said that the two of them are familiar.
After that, the two of them didn't say a word along the way, walking silently on the concrete path.
…
"How is it? Is the village now very different from when we were children?" Bu Fan suddenly asked with a smile.
"Yeah!" Song Xiaochun said softly.
"So, don't practice swordplay at home all the time. Go out for a walk and see the development of the village!" Bu Fan laughed again.
Song Xiaochun was silent.
Quietly looking at the flat concrete path.
There is a small channel with crystal clear water next to the trail.
There are groups of small fish swimming happily in the small ditch. xǐυmь.℃òm
It's indeed very different from before.
"Look at the stone bridge in front of you?"
To say it is a stone bridge, it is better to say it is a relatively long stone slab without even railings.
"What's wrong?"
Song Xiaochun looked confused.
"Have you forgotten? When you were a kid, you fished for crabs there. In the end, you roasted and ate the crab to vent your anger."
Bu Fan looked at Song Xiaochun with a smile, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
Song Xiaochun seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his originally indifferent face.
Luo Qingcheng was a little puzzled.
Otherwise, just catch crabs.
Why does Young Master Song have such a strange expression?
"Is your brother okay?" Bu Fan smiled.
"It wasn't pinched, it was pinched on one thigh!" Song Xiaochun corrected.
"Really? How do I remember that the crab was still shaking from side to side?" Bu Fan laughed again.
"You're wrong!" Song Xiaochun's face sank.
Luo Qingcheng became increasingly confused.
She could understand the conversation obviously, but when it was connected, she didn't understand what it meant.
Why are you fishing for crabs all at once and my brother's at once?
Also, why doesn’t she remember that Mr. Song has a younger brother?
Are they cousins?
But what does this have to do with Mr. Song?
Sure enough, men's topics are very strange.
…
Seeing that Song Xiaochun didn’t want to talk more about this topic,
Bu Fan didn't continue to reveal his shortcomings, "By the way, a few days ago, I heard that you were on a blind date. How is it going? Have you found anyone suitable?"
"No!" Song Xiaochun didn't seem to want to say more.
"You are the same, you have such a high vision, otherwise you will have to live with a cat for the rest of your life!" Bu Fan smiled and patted Song Xiaochun on the shoulder.
Luo Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a little thump in her heart.
Although she was happy to spend the rest of her life with Mr. Song, why did she feel that this man's words seemed to imply something?
Did you discover her identity?
How can this be?
Although the elegant man in front of her has always given her a mysterious feeling, the secret method that she has inherited from the Zhou royal family for tens of thousands of years is not false.
As long as it is not exposed, even Mahayana monks cannot tell the difference.
But suddenly a thought flashed through my mind.
The figure of a little female devil suddenly appeared in my mind.
You must know that some time ago, she originally wanted to explore this village, but every time she went out, she would encounter the little devil.
Then, he was severely tortured by the big toad next to the little devil.
If she met that little devil every time she went out.
In fact, this man deliberately arranged it.
The purpose is to warn her not to run around, which makes sense.
and.
Recently, she always felt like someone was watching her every move.
Thinking of this, Luo Qingcheng couldn't help but panic.
…
Song Xiaochun didn't know what Luo Qingcheng was thinking. His eyes were flat and he said in a calm tone: "It's not that I have a high vision, I just haven't met the right one!!"
"I've used your excuse before, but I'm better than you at what I say. Do you need me to teach you something to deal with those who are urging you to get married?" Bu Fan joked with a smile.
"You?" Song Xiaochun looked suspicious, "Forget it, you don't have to worry about my affairs!"
"I think there is some doubt in your tone about me!" Bu Fan said seriously.
"You're overthinking it. I don't doubt you, I just don't believe you!" Song Xiaochun said calmly: "Don't you think I don't know what you are planning?"
Bu Fan was not happy anymore.
"I don't like hearing what you are saying. We have been friends for decades. How can I have any bad intentions? I just want to help you get rid of the pressure of your seven aunts and eight aunts to get married."
"We have never been friends, and I don't need you to help me get rid of the urge to get married. Of course, I will definitely have a son!"
Song Xiaochun's voice was calm, and at the end he said something incomprehensible.
But how could Bufan not know what it meant?
This was a clear sign to him that he was determined to be his father-in-law.
Bu Fan cursed in his mind and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the long sword at Song Xiaochun's waist.