Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 215 Originally, there is no solution to lovesickness

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It was almost dawn, and Song Xiaolin finally fell asleep after tossing and turning.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon.

Sunlight reflected on the curtains through the glass, refracting faint shadows.

She got up and poured a glass of warm water to moisten her hoarse and dry throat.

Lu Jingyan had already left Beicheng.

This is the news that Butler Chen told her.

He didn't even want to let her go.

But with Uncle Lu and Aunt An accompanying him, he was relieved.

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Coming out of the office building, the sky was already slightly red.

In the car.

Looking at the shadow of the whirling tree passing by outside the window, Song Xiaolin's thoughts gradually drifted away.

She has no intention of working, and her heart is not in Beicheng at all.

Suddenly, she came back to her senses, and pointed forward excitedly as if on a whim: "Turn around, I'm going somewhere."

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North Bay Area.

Lu family.

It was summer, and there were several long green vines wrapped around the iron gate.

Just like in memory.

However, the door was closed and no one seemed to be there.

She stood outside the iron gate and watched for a long time, but in the end she could only return in despair.

But it so happened that just as he was about to lift his foot to leave, a voice came from inside: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Song Xiaolin turned around and when he saw the person coming, he gave a smile that he had seen for a long time, "Sister-in-law Wu, long time no see."

"So it's Xiao Song!" Aunt Wu was so excited that she hurriedly stepped forward to open the iron gate, and embraced warmly, "You can be regarded as returning to Beicheng, come in quickly."

She smiled, "I went back to Beicheng very early."

"That's right! I'm so happy that you can come. If you don't open your mouth, I almost can't recognize you. The little girl back then has grown up and is so beautiful."

The two talked and laughed, and walked into the villa all the way.

"Sister-in-law Wu, are you still at Lu's house?"

"Master and Madam don't live here all year round. Later, when you went abroad to study, the eldest and young master rarely came back. I just come to clean it a few times a week." Aunt Wu pointed to the sofa, "Xiao Song, sit down, I'll wash some fruit for you to eat."

Song Xiaolin waved his hand politely, "You don't need to be busy, Mrs. Wu, I want to go to my previous room to see, I don't know...is it still there?"

"Yes, of course your room is here. During the five years you have been studying in France, the young master has ordered me to clean it once a week and change the sheets... You haven't been back to Lu's house for a long time, go and see Look, I'll wash the fruit and bring it to you."

"it is good."

Going upstairs and seeing the familiar door from a distance, Song Xiaolin couldn't help but want to cry for no reason.

She held the handle of the door, and with a little effort, the door opened.

A light jasmine fragrance followed.

The house is clean, without a speck of dust, even the white sheets are laid neatly, without any traces of wrinkles, the windows are open a little, a breeze blows in, and the undrawn curtains sway with the wind , This scene made her suddenly feel like she had stepped into a time tunnel, returning to five years ago, or even earlier.

Everything is exactly as it was.

For a moment, she felt that she had never left Beicheng, had never studied abroad, and that Lu Jingyan was not blind... She was still the same Song Xiaolin who was studying in Nanzhong, but came back from school as usual.

It's a pity that the pair of high-heeled shoes under my feet broke the self-imposed years of confinement.

She walked slowly to the edge of the window sill.

The window of her room was facing a balcony.

It was full of white jasmine.

It was from there that the room smelled of jasmine.

In the haze, she seemed to see the dark clouds in the sky, as if she was still sitting quietly on the rocking chair on the balcony, letting the fallen leaves fly all over the sky with the wind, and then fell into the water and slowly faded away with the memory, disappearing from sight in an instant , like that slow time.

"Xiao Song, I've washed the fruit."

Aunt Wu's voice broke the quiet atmosphere, "These fruits are all grown by myself. They are big and sweet. Come and taste them."

Seeing that Song Xiaolin had been looking out the window in silence, not listening or speaking, he must have lost his mind, so he stepped forward and said to himself: "These years, the young master has rarely come back, every time he sits alone. On the rocking chair on the balcony or closed in the study, in short, sitting, closing, that is, the whole afternoon, I cook for him, and he always tells me to make two servings, saying that children also want... ..."

Mrs. Wu didn't say any more.

Song Xiaolin understood.

It's not that Lu Jingyan won't go back to the Lu family, but that the Lu family doesn't have her.

Wherever you look, every inch and every piece of soil is a memory.

Seeing things and thinking about people has always been the most painful.

She burst into tears, and felt sad as if she felt the same way: "Lu Jingyan... has he always been like this?"

Aunt Wu nodded: "Every time the young master returns to Lu's house, it's always like this."

Lu Jingyan is like this, but why isn't she?

At that moment, Song Xiaolin suddenly remembered a passage he had read in a book——

"Someone asked, what is the meaning of the word love?"

"Someone answered, two taels of a nine-leaf double building, a penny for a cicada pupa in the winter solstice, and the next year's snow can relieve the suffering of lovesickness in the world."

But there is a seven-leaf flower in the Chonglou, how can the cicada pupa come in the winter solstice, and how can the snow be next year.

It turns out that there is no solution to lovesickness.

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After leaving Lu's house and saying goodbye to Mrs. Wu.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Xiaolin called Ji Yu.

Ji Yu's confused voice came from the other end: "Sister Song, are you home?"

The sunset glow in the sky was blazing red, and Song Xiaolin met Song Xiaolin's fiery gaze and firm tone, "I didn't go back, and I don't plan to go back, please help me book a plane ticket."

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"Ding ding ding..."

The cell phone rings again and again without warning in the silent night.

Su Lingling was awakened by the ringtone, her brows were unconsciously frowned.

She fumbled for the phone, and the piercing light on the screen made her narrow her eyes slightly.

She didn't open her eyes until she got used to the light for a while, and the word "Si Zhengting" came into her eyes brightly.

Her frown deepened.

This man doesn't let her go during the day, and also at night.

It's really haunting.

She simply turned off the phone.

The room was plunged into darkness for a moment, but it was bright again for a moment.

The disturbing ringtone was so loud that my head was so loud.

Su Lingling sat up from the bed, lit the small desk lamp, and answered the phone by the way, with a displeased tone: "Si Zhengting, you are sick. If you don't sleep at night, others have to sleep..."

But on the other end, Si Zhengting actually smiled softly.

It seemed that the breath had penetrated into the ears, and it was numb.

When he was angry, there were still people laughing, so he became even more angry.

With the last bit of patience she asked, "What on earth do you want to do? If you are really sick, you should call 120 instead of me."

He was still laughing, calling her name vaguely, "Su Lingling..."

But that smile was like a smirk, soft and non-aggressive.

"You've been drinking." She didn't ask rhetorically, but affirmed.

After a long while, Si Zhengting moved closer to the phone, took a breath of alcohol, "Well, yes, do you want to pick me up? I seem to be drunk... My mind is full of images of you."

(End of this chapter)