Who is that?" Song Qinghuan was startled. He sat up in shock and suddenly became light-headed and light-headed.
When the warm curtain was lifted, the man was seen sitting under the lamp, his cheeks flushed, drinking heavily from the wine jar in his hand.
Hearing the noise, he turned around and smiled brightly: "It's me."
Song Qinghuan blinked and put down the tent. He suddenly became a little angry and said, "You are quite capable. I have several dogs in my house but they are not as powerful as you."
Speaking of Dahei Erhei, Xiao Ci couldn't help but laugh, and casually put the wine jar on the table: "Your two dogs see me as friends, and they can also guide me."
When he talked about this, he found it extremely funny: "It seems that I send them some food every day, and it is quite effective."
"What?" Song Qinghuan was furious, pulling the tent and glaring at Xiao Ci fiercely: "You, you actually bribed my dog."
"Hahahaha..." Xiao Ci smiled heartily and took a sip of strong wine into his throat. The slightly swaying light illuminated his face, which made his face much gentler, and his raised phoenix eyes also had a warm color.
He asked: "What were you sighing just now?"
Song Qinghuan turned her head away from him angrily and asked instead, "Then why are you sighing?"
Xiao Ci pursed his lips and smiled: "I sigh because you didn't poison me today, which made my trip in vain."
"I'm sick." Song Qinghuan glanced sideways at him.
But he didn't say it clearly. If Xiao Ci had come a few days ago, he might have been exposed to some unknown poison wherever he came, but it was just a coincidence that he came here today.
It was the Chinese New Year, and she was afraid that someone would come in and out, and something would happen if she got into those poisons, so she took it all in. She never thought that Xiao Ci was looking for abuse.
One of them sat on the couch, the other sat under the lamp, separated by a warm tent, but they didn't speak for a long time.
Song Qinghuan lay on the soft pillow and lost sleep, while Xiao Ci drank wine one sip after another.
I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound outside the window, and there was a moment of light in the house.
Song Qinghuan was already half asleep, and said with half sleepy eyes: "What time is it? Fireworks have started to be set off outside."
Xiao Ci didn't even raise his eyes: "Next year will come soon."
After saying this, the two of them became silent again.
Xiao Ci drank all the wine in his hand, shook the empty wine jar, and put it on the case in frustration.
He stood up, stretched, and suddenly said: "Girl, let me take you out to watch the fireworks."
"No." Song Qinghuan refused seriously.
What's so good about fireworks? When I was a kid, I was so happy when I saw the fireworks all over the sky. But as I grew older, I saw more of those things, and I lost interest in them anymore.
This would force her to watch the fireworks, so it would be better to lie down in bed and have a good sleep. Even if she couldn't fall asleep, it would be better to lie down.
But Xiao Ci didn't know what was wrong with him, so he stepped forward, lifted up the tent, and pulled Song Qinghuan up.
"Let's go. You can't sleep anyway. After watching the fireworks, I'll invite you to eat the pot."
With that said, without waiting for Song Qinghuan to struggle, she put all the clothes on the bed beside her.
"If you don't want to go, you won't go. If you don't want to go, are you sick?" Song Qinghuan struggled while spitting.
During this period, Xiao Ci quickly put on her clothes.
The movement was neat and tidy, and at first glance it looked like he was used to it.
"Hurry up, or I will leave you outside and not bring you back." Xiao Ci didn't realize that there was anything wrong on his part. He kicked his shoes and socks in front of Song Qinghuan and picked up the clothes hanging on the screen.
cloak.
"you dare."
What else could Song Qinghuan say? She put on her shoes and socks with a look of despair, and muttered: "I'm afraid you are really sick."
Xiao Ci didn't care about her, and seemed to be really interested. He covered her with his cloak, opened the window, brushed it and slipped out.
The cold wind outside was biting. Song Qinghuan huddled her whole body against Xiao Ci's chest, but couldn't help rolling her eyes. Did she take the wrong medicine to cause her to come out to blow the cold wind with this guy?
Xiao Ci's Qinggong was very good, and he didn't feel it was a burden to take Song Qinghuan with him. He left Jinyu Alley in just a few jumps.
Song Qinghuan tugged on the lapel of his clothes and said, half seriously and half jokingly: "You're not still trying to convince me to make a living with you, are you?"
"I can tell you, even if you leave me outside today, I will not succumb to your power. If you want to drag me into trouble, don't even think about it."
The cold wind stung her face, and Xiao Ci laughed: "You little girl, you are too arrogant. If you don't like it, don't be happy. Don't think of anything else."
Then he said: "I regard you as a partner, but you still stole my ideas. You have no moral sense at all."
Song Qinghuan's little thing was exposed, his face turned red, and he spat: "How do you say it? What do you mean by stealing your idea? What you can think of can't be thought of by others?"
"Besides, is it ethical for you to secretly cause me to make my yard unsellable? I'm not stopping you from doing business. If I can use the same idea, you can use it too."
"I can't beat you." Xiao Ci smiled softly and reached out to tap her on the head. He didn't really care about this.
But when Song Qinghuan saw that he couldn't explain it, his face lit up with a bit of pride, and a pair of deer-like eyes poked out from under his cloak.
Tonight the moon is round, the stars are dotted, and fireworks burst out from time to time in the night sky, which is quite interesting.
Xiao Ci took her to a place with a great view. Song Qinghuan carefully stepped on the tiles with her feet and curled her lips: "Can't you be more serious? You have to go to someone's roof to watch the fireworks?"
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"I don't know." Xiao Ci snorted disdainfully: "In the entire Kyoto, except for the fire viewing platform, this place has the best view."
Then he looked at the time again: "It's useless to tell you. You will know when the time is up."
Song Qinghuan didn't take it seriously. It was just a fireworks show. She had seen a lot of them since she was a child, and she didn't think there was anything special about them.
The building here was high and the wind was strong. Song Qinghuan wrapped her cloak tightly and sat down a foot away from Xiao Ci.
The two of them were speechless for a moment, but Song Qinghuan was bored and asked, "Don't you have a son and a daughter? Why is it that this old man who is celebrating the New Year is not at home with his children, but he wants to catch me out to watch the Lao Shizi fireworks."
Xiao Ci didn't answer, but subconsciously touched his waist and said, "Oh, what a mistake, I missed the wine."
"Uncle Nine?" Song Qinghuan did not let him go, blinking with a pair of clear eyes, dragging his cheeks and asking again: "Is Uncle Nine having a temper with the two babies?"
Then he pretended to persuade: "Uncle Jiu is such a big man, even if the child has a bad temper, it is still your child. If you have any conflicts, just say a few words. There is no need to run away from home. This is the New Year, let the two
How pitiful it is for the child to be deserted in the house."
"The poor man is just like me." Xiao Ci turned to look at Song Qinghuan, but the look of loneliness on his brows could no longer be hidden.
But in an instant, he turned around again: "They went into the palace to celebrate the New Year.
