Crown Jewels

Chapter 55

On the stone table in the gazebo, tea, melons and fruits are placed according to the occasion.

The sweet and greasy smell of mooncakes rushed into the tip of his nose, Gu Baozhu was determined to feel at ease.

She turned her head and looked to the other side of the gazebo, where there was the noise of fire trees and silver flowers just now.

Song Yan subconsciously became nervous, carefully observing Gu Baozhu's face.

Sensing his gaze, Gu Baozhu didn't look away, but leaned her head gently against his neck.

His steady breathing came from the pinna, and it was slightly itchy, but it made Gu Baozhu feel that all the anxiety and fear had gone away from her.

The hustle and bustle of people around, as well as the wide-eyed smiles outside the gazebo, also made her feel at ease.

Gu Baozhu suddenly felt a desire to find someone to confide in.

She curled her fingers slightly, and after a while, she took a deep breath and called Song Yan.

She didn't speak slowly until Gu Baozhu heard Song Yan's throat quivering and a humming sound.

"Song Yan—"

"When I was eight years old, it was the time when my aunt lifted the Yan Dynasty's curfew—"

"At that time, I was still young, and I was really ignorant, so I insisted on pestering the weak concubine mother to take me to see the lantern."

Gu Baozhu pursed her lips, her tone was difficult due to the gloomy memory.

"I originally thought that such a festival should be a family reunion to be lively."

"Going out for a walk can also wash away my mother's sickness."

Gu Baozhu closed her eyes and fell into deep self-blame.

"But I didn't expect that it started off well, and it started well——"

At the beginning, the atmosphere was obviously very beautiful, and she could see the rare smile and tenderness in the eyes of her mother and concubine.

The sick face was reflected in the beauty of the fire trees and silver flowers, and she even felt that the concubine mother could be ten years younger, and she would no longer be powerless and pale forever lying on the hospital bed as usual.

Song Yan lowered his eyes, and saw Gu Baozhu raised his eyes to look at him, with a bit of stubbornness and pain overflowing from the bottom of his eyes.

The woman pursed her lips, not letting the crystals in her eyes roll away.

But the more so, the more eye-catching.

Song Yan feels that even if a fortress is stationed on the fragile heart, it is actually so weak that it makes people feel distressed.

Gu Baozhu is in this state at the moment.

At this moment, Song Yan felt that his whole heart ached.

It was as if my emotions would follow her mood, ups and downs.

When she was sad, he was so worried that he didn't want to see her, but he couldn't bear to let her be alone, licking her wounds alone;

When she was happy, his whole body seemed to be full of strength, and he just wanted to do his best to create a happy scene and keep her smile fresh forever.

Exhaling turbid air, Song Yan put aside his worries and hugged Gu Baozhu tightly with both hands.

From being helpless at the beginning, he hated himself a little now.

Why is it that at this time, the words are clumsy, so clumsy that she doesn't even know what to say to comfort her.

All Song Yan could think of was hugging him tightly like now.

I hope his embrace can bring her some strength and comfort.

Gu Baozhu bowed her head, wrapped her trembling arms around Song Yan's waist, buried her chin into Song Yan's ear and neck, and her voice trembled slightly.

"But Song Yan, do you know?"

"On the way home, Concubine Mu—"

Gu Baozhu's voice was slightly choked, and his hands were tightly tugging at the front of his chest.

"My concubine suddenly passed out and died suddenly—"

"I will, I will no longer have a concubine mother..."

Song Yan frowned, his eyes overflowed with distress, he could feel the warmth and wetness on his chest.

After a while, the night was accompanied by the cool breeze, and the girl's sobs could be heard beside Song Yan's ears.

The whole area of ​​his neck, where Gu Baozhu buried his head, also felt moist.

When the sobbing in his ears subsided, Song Yan pulled her out of his arms and wiped away the stained tears on her face.

Song Yan took out a moon-white square handkerchief from his bosom, and wiped it on her face delicately and gently, his brows and eyes were stained with guilt and self-blame, and his voice was hoarse.

"Orb—"

"Sorry, it's all my fault, I insisted on dragging you out to watch the lantern!"

The self-blame in the young man's eyes, just like that, was seen by Gu Baozhu.

She looked slightly stunned, and when she realized it, the corners of her lips curved slightly, and she shook her head to comfort her.

"Song Yan, I don't blame you, I wanted to come here myself."

Seeing that the self-blaming emotion in Song Yan's eyes still didn't loosen, Gu Baozhu was a little anxious. She held Song Yan's hand and explained seriously.

"It was me who thought, taking this opportunity, to try to see if it is possible to really get out of that memory."

"The reason for this is because—"

"I think, Song Yan!"

"You are by my side and can bring me strength, so I won't be so nervous and sad..."

Song Yan looked at the honesty in the woman's eyes, the bright eyes were crystal clear after being washed with water.

He only felt that the chest near the left was beating violently, and the dependence and trust in her eyes made Song Yan's heart soft and full.

The arrogance of being completely trusted by others made him eager to throw his fists and arrows to vent the excitement in his heart.

The suppressed Adam's apple rolled, Song Yan suppressed the emotions in his heart, and tightened his arms around Gu Baozhu.

The bright yellow moonlight made the woman's complexion even brighter, making him unable to hold back the throbbing of his chest.

Song Yan touched his sleeves, squeezed the rabbit mooncake pendant in his hand, and was about to take it out to give to her, when suddenly there was a messy piano sound in his ear...

There was a sudden blur in front of Song Yan's eyes, and Song Yan turned his head quickly, but the woman's complexion in front of him was disillusioned and disappeared amidst the stars and the moon.

Unconsciously clenched his fists, the sound of the piano is amazing!
Disturbing dreams!

……

The sky was bright and the sun was blinding.

Song Yan opened his eyes agitatedly, and there was a louder and more urgent piano sound in his ears.

Rubbing the throbbing veins on his forehead, Song Yan really couldn't hold back his temper, the noise at the door was too loud and out of control.

Turning over the quilt, stepping on the shoes and smelling the whole face.

As soon as he opened the door, Song Yan saw Song Leyi sitting under the banana tree in the courtyard behind Jiao Weiqin.

The female doll fiddled with the strings with both hands, which was quite methodical, not as unpleasant as it was just now.

Song Leyi's baby fat face showed a bit of helplessness and anxiety.

Song Yan half-closed his eyes, and when he turned around, he saw Fu Sinian who was making trouble beside him.

Fu Sinian fiddled with the Jiaoweiqin with his right hand, completely destroying the original melody, making it unbearable to collapse.

Sensing the movement at the door, Fu Sinian glanced at Song Yan, and then turned to Song Leyi, as if to ask for credit.

"Sister Leyi, what's the matter, I didn't lie to you, did I!"

"Just say it! Your brother is hypocritical!"

"There are many problems with him, but well, use this to wake him up, your cousin Fu has never missed it."

When Song Leyi saw Fu Sinian proudly raised her chin, and kindly taught her to learn a little bit in the future, she was not grateful at all.

That's her Jiao Weiqin!

It was in his hands, making such a crashing sound!

Song Leyi wrinkled her small face, stretched out her arms, moved the Jiao Weiqin on the table towards her, and waited until she completely protected her in her arms, then she raised her small face and complained of grievance.

"Cousin Fu, don't touch my Jiaoweiqin in the future!"

(End of this chapter)