BE Crazy Demon Survival System

I don't know if Song Yuanyan would have been too comfortable, but even if he understood it, he would not show his hidden personality. Xu Qichen just finished the bowl of glutinous rice **** secretly, and said nothing else.

Song Yuanyan paused for a while, and then yelled that the stomach was uncomfortable, and he had to take two steps to eliminate the food. After saying that he had to leave with his coat, Xu Qichen did not stop him, but said from a distance: "If you go and never return, I won't follow you next time."

Song Yuanyan heard the footsteps stagnate, turned around and smiled, "I will definitely go back, rest assured, waiting for me."

Xu Qichen couldn't help sighing.

It's really hard to put on such a target.

I was very bored. I stood up and walked around the private room. I am really not used to this lameness. Although the difference between my legs is less than one centimeter, it is still troublesome. I feel tired after two steps. Sitting on the end where Song Yuanyan was sitting just now.

There was still tea that he deliberately overturned on the table. Xu Qichen put up his elbows, supported his chin, dipped some tea with his fingers bored, and wrote on the table.

Wrote Sun Lin.

Dip again and wrote a comment below.

0901's voice suddenly came out, "Mr. Xu, why did you use this name? It's so awkward to pronounce it."

Xu Qichen chuckled, "It's hard for you, the artificial intelligence." He wiped the two words away with his fingers until he couldn't see the trace, leaning on the upholstered sofa, "This name comes from Qu Yuan's "Jiu Ge·Mrs. Xiang" , There is such a sentence in it, Yuan has Zhixi and Li and Lan, and Young Master Si dare not say anything."

0901: "What do you mean?"

Xu Qichen did not answer this sentence, but continued, "Just put the first and last words together, and you have this name."

Yuan has Zhixi and Li and Lan, but Young Master Si dare not say anything.

Song Yuanyan.

It's very casual.

In fact, only oneself knows how hypocritical this name is.

Thinking about this, he called the waiter, took away all the desserts on the table, and cleaned up.

In this era, there is not even a mobile phone, there is nothing to entertain. Xu Qichen felt a little boring, so he asked the little girl who was wiping the table, "Do you have any books here?"

"What book do you want?"

After thinking about it, "Magazines and newspapers are all available."

After a while, the little girl brought up a magazine. Xu Qichen found it very novel. The design of the cover looked full of age. After flipping through it, there were quite a few sharp essays that pointed to the current disadvantages.

Xu Qichen is a person who isolates himself from the outside world as soon as he reads a book. When he was in high school, no matter how much everyone quarreled after class, he would always sit quietly in his seat and read a book, and sleep when he was tired. For a while, it seemed to be in a different time and space from the surrounding students.

"Reconciliation and compromise..." Xu Qichen stared at the article, unconsciously muttering aloud, probably because he had eaten a lot of sweets, and his mouth felt dry, so he stretched out his hand and probed the table with his fingers, looking for the tea cup , I'm too lazy to look up.

After touching for a long time, the teacup turned upside down, and then I remembered that the waiter had just cleaned it up and the tea was taken away.

Forget it, don't drink it, take it back, turn over another page, and look down.

"Waiter, two cups of coffee."

A woman's voice suddenly heard from the other side, and Xu Qichen raised her head in fright, only to realize that someone had already sat on the soft leather sofa opposite.

Sun Lin's eyes seemed to be a little short-sighted, not too serious, but Xu Qichen still squinted his eyes habitually and looked opposite.

There was a young lady in front of him. In fact, if she hadn't spoken, Xu Qichen would still have to think about whether it was the young lady or the son, because both her appearance and spirit were very vague.

The other party’s hair was cut very short, less than a centimeter longer than his own. The back of the neck was neatly constructed, and the broken hair on the front of the forehead was also combed, revealing a pair of heroic eyebrows. Below is a pair of piercing eyes. God's phoenix eyes are slightly raised, and the whole face is a little bit feminine.

Coffee soon came up, Xu Qichen said thank you softly and closed the book.

"Miss He, hello."

The other party chuckled, "You just looked at me for a long time, but you think it's strange?"

I watched it for a long time, but it was just comparing the original memory setting.

There was no expression on Xu Qichen's face, but only slightly moved the corners of his mouth, "Miss He asked, do you think she is weird?"

Miss He raised her eyebrows slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on her face without Fendai, and she quickly smiled again, "According to the old Chinese saying, I am under the army of the anti-general." She took a sip of coffee, "I I thought that pedantic scholars like you must be extremely uncomfortable with women like me."

Xu Qichen said indifferently: "Miss He's words have to be refuted in two places. First, why do you see that I am a pedantic scholar? Second..." He glanced at the woman in front of him.

"There are many different kinds of women in the world, what kind of woman is Miss He?"

Miss He paused, staring at the young man in a long gown in front of her.

Originally she didn't want others to judge people by appearance, but now she fell into the trap of judging people by appearance.

"What should a woman do, what a man should do, such an unwritten rule is originally a kind of cognitive injustice." Xu Qichen did not look at her, just looked at the joints on his fingers, there was no emotion in his words, as if he was talking. I just ate something in the same tone, "No one should be restricted by the two characters of sex."

His eyes are deep brown, like the coffee in front of him. Not heavy, but there is a natural sense of alienation.

"Gender is only used to distinguish physiology, and cannot distinguish people's lifestyle."

Miss He was stunned, then she laughed openly.

"Interesting, really interesting." She looked at Xu Qichen, stretched out her hand, and finally showed a friendly smile on her face, "Miss He is really struggling to call, you can call me Nancy."

Sure enough, I drank foreign ink for two days.

Xu Qichen hesitated for a moment. Seeing that the woman opposite was so generous and friendly, he chose to reach out.

Ms. Nancy is a lively temper. Before Xu Qichen could speak, she said again, "It is said that Young Master Song is crooked and weak. I have a headache when I hear it. Today, my father is holding me up and down. At first glance, although the figure is thinner, the thinking is very advanced."

The hand being held shook.

Misunderstood again.

The door was suddenly opened.

"I just wandered downstairs and found a Western fruit shop. Guess what I saw..."

Xu Qichen immediately withdrew his hand and glanced at the door.

Why is there such a coincidence in the world.

The real Young Master Song held a beautiful box in his hand, and the smile on his face gradually solidified.

Xu Qichen stood up and bowed slightly to Miss He, who was in the opposite direction. "Sorry, you misunderstood. I'm just the servant of the Song family." After saying that, he glanced at Song Yuanyan at the door, "This one is Song Xiao Master."

Miss He frowned slightly, "So... I made a mistake?"

Xu Qichen nodded, "I'm just waiting for the young master here. I didn't intentionally cause a misunderstanding. I'm really sorry." After speaking, he picked up the magazine and walked out of the sofa, winking at Song Yuanyan.

Song Yuanyan frowned and walked over, put the box in his hand to Xu Qichen, and then sat down on the sofa, "You are Miss He?"

Where is the anger...

Is it because you think you are hooking up with his date?

Xu Qichen remained silent and glanced at the box in his hand. The foreign language on it was a handwritten swash, which was difficult to distinguish for a while.

Miss He made a mistake, she was very embarrassed at first, and now she looked at this real young master like a dude, she was even more dissatisfied, "So what?"

This development does not seem right.

In the original text, the two met very friendly. They both had Western education and shared topics. Only then did they get married.

Could it be because of yourself that changed the plot direction?

Don't do it, what if he died early. Xu Qichen felt weak, remembering what Mrs. Song had said to him before leaving, touched the toes under Song Yuanyan's table with her foot, smiled and opened the box in her hand, "This is the gift the young master bought for Miss He."

Song Yuanyan frowned and took the box back before Xu Qichen gave it away. "You are very diligent. When did I say this?"

Passed the steps and did not go down.

Xu Qichen was a little embarrassed, and just wanted to get out as soon as possible, "Then...the two of you talk slowly, I won't bother."

"No need." Miss He stood up first, and the little **** the side took her red coat and put it on for her. "I was forced by my father from the racecourse. Now it seems..." Song Yuanyan snorted, "It is indeed as I expected, I and Young Master Song are not speculative, and I don't have to see you again in the future."

Song Yuanyan smiled and raised his hand without a smile, "Miss He, go well."

Ms. He stepped on her riding boots and walked to Xu Qichen's side, with a gentle expression on her face, as she went straight back and forth, "What's your name?"

Not answering is not a solution. Xu Qichen bowed his head slightly, with a respectful look, "Sun Lin."

Miss He nodded, and then left in a free and easy manner.

On the way back to the Song Residence, Song Yuanyan didn't say a word to Xu Qichen, holding the box in his hand and staring out the window.

Even the driver who drove found that the atmosphere was not quite right. The young master always smiled, and he was kind and kind to everyone, not to mention Sun Lin, who grew up with him. Why did he come out today as if he was angry with him? same.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and hesitated for a while and said, "Little master...it's still early. If you want to go for a drive, tell me."

Song Yuanyan said nothing, her lips pursed. His facial features are actually sharp and sharp, but he always smiles on weekdays and is often sick, which will always make people ignore his sharpness.

Xu Qichen felt that the driver took another look at him in the mirror, so he said, "Go directly to the mansion."

The driver nodded and drove in the original direction. Xu Qichen looked at Song Yuanyan's profile and thought about the reason for his anger.

What are you angry about? When I walked in, I was fine, and I was still saying something. It was when he saw him shaking hands with Miss He that his face changed. Looking at the way he talked to Miss He, it seemed that there was no intention of admiration, and it should not be jealous.

That...because I, as a servant and a good friend, talked intimately with his date behind his back, which made him feel uncomfortable.

This reason seems to be more sufficient. After all, he is a young master no matter what, so he should have a temper.

Can't let him get angry like this, if he gets sick, who will count it? In case it hurts their feelings, the revolutionary friendship can't be developed in the later stage, and the secondary mission may fail.

Xu Qichen felt that the more he thought about it, the more transparent he became, so he said to the driver, "Or, I'd better stop at the Liyuan at the intersection just now. I remember the young master wanted to watch a show when he came."

The driver responded, as if the Savior Bodhisattva had spoken, immediately turned the steering wheel and drove the two to Liyuan.

Although Song Yuanyan did not object, he still did not speak. Xu Qichen got out of the car and said to the driver in the driver's seat: "You go back and return to your wife first, so you can say that all the appointments with the young master have been made today, and you won't go back for dinner today."

After speaking, Xu Qichen turned around and wanted to enter the theater. After walking two steps, seeing Song Yuanyan still standing at the door, he said: "Master thinks that my legs are too sharp, do you want me to take a few more steps?"

Song Yuanyan glanced at him, and Xu Qichen understood what he said in his eyes at a glance. He just wanted to use words to frighten him.

Sure enough, this method worked. Song Yuanyan followed, and these legs were like what they are now, which is also a deterrent to Song Yuan's words. He wouldn't fail to sell his face.

Two people walked in one after the other, and the Liyuan class host who greeted the guests at the door opened his eyes when he saw Song Yuanyan, "Oh, isn't this the little fourth master of the Song family? What kind of wind is blowing you here today. Hui."

Song Yuanyan was angry, but he still made a smiling face, which made Xu Qichen admire very much. Dare to only breathe in front of him and act in front of other people.

"What song are you singing today?"

The class leader welcomed them in with a smile, "The Peony Pavilion, I don't know if the young master likes it or not, if we don't like it, we can order it."

Song Yuanyan saw that there were a lot of people on the first floor, "No, "The Peony Pavilion" is very good." After saying that, he went up to the second floor, and Xu Qichen followed him.

Song Yuanyan's steps were very slow, and one step seemed to pause. The stairs are not long or short, and I walked for a while before going up.

Xu Qichen didn't feel tired because of the slow walk, so he followed him to find an empty seat facing the stage and sat down.

A few folks in the stage brought some cakes and nuts and made a pot of hot tea. Xu Qichen looked at the stage with his eyes and thought it was quite novel. He had never watched a show before, and now he listens to it in such a quaint Liyuan, which is very interesting.

But to be honest, "The Peony Pavilion" is a Kunqu opera. He doesn't understand it well. As a layman, he can only listen to the charm and look at it.

I couldn't help but glanced at Song Yuanyan. The other party seemed to be listening very seriously, leaning back on the ebony chair, and looking at the corner of the stage motionlessly.

He moved his gaze to his hand, still holding the box, Xu Qichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and wanted to be more careful to see what was written on it.

"You said you wanted to watch the show, but you didn't watch the show when you came."

Song Yuanyan's voice suddenly sounded, Xu Qichen was taken aback for a moment, and quickly averted his gaze, "I want to see it."

"Where did it go?"

Xu Qichen couldn't tell, so he just pretended not to answer.

Song Yuanyan threw the box on the table, still staring at the stage, "Which line do you like in "The Peony Pavilion"?"

There was no reason to ask this, Xu Qichen also stunned, his research on "The Peony Pavilion" was really not deep, and he couldn't say which sentence he liked, so he had to throw it back, "Which sentence do you like?"

Song Yuanyan didn't choke him, but said lightly, "Guess?"

You come and I go, one sentence makes eighteen bends.

Xu Qichen thought for a while, it might not have been the words that have been rotten in modern times.

Try to answer, "Is it the phrase ‘love doesn’t arise, goes deeper’?"

Song Yuanyan shook his head, Xu Qichen had expected this result a long time ago.

Just listen to him again, "The previous sentence."

The previous sentence? This sentence is really vulgar, and Xu Qichen doesn't know what the previous sentence is, and has never checked it. Perhaps his expression was too obvious. Song Yuanyan pointed to the stage, "It will be singing soon."

Hearing what he said, Xu Qichen focused and carefully distinguished the lyrics of the people on the stage.

"It turns out that lovesickness doesn't show up, because it's just to the bone."

I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart, his eyes wandered, glanced at the box on the table, this time I finally saw what word the English letters on it were.

The singing on the stage was long and soft, with a trace of sadness and confusion, which made Xu Qichen suddenly plunged into memories.

In March of the next semester, girls talked about White Day.

He was always taciturn and walked into the classroom holding a carton of milk as usual.

Xu Qichen still remembered that it was the English teacher who took the morning self-study that day. While holding his own book, he circled the corridor of the class while reminding the classmates who had not taken out the textbook for early reading.

Xu Qichen bit the straw of the milk carton without bowing his head. He was groping for the English textbook in the drawer. For some reason, he found out a small heart-shaped box with a pink-purple ribbon on top. He couldn't help but shake it. There seems to be something inside.

Looking down at the drawer, there are still several beautiful small boxes inside, but they vary in shape and size.

Seeing the English teacher approaching him, Xu Qichen quickly turned over the textbook, spread it out, and read it twice pretending to be. When he passed by his side, he took out the small box again and opened it.

It turned out to be chocolate.

Xu Qichen found it strange that he could still receive gifts with his almost autistic character.

What do you like him?

I really can't figure it out. But chocolate is not a bad thing, he even likes it very much. So he was about to take it apart and eat, but a loud voice came from the back seat.

"Teacher, I have a problem."

The English teacher who had just walked over turned back, and happened to see Xu Qichen who was holding the chocolate, and he walked over and knocked on his desk, "What are you doing? Quickly endorse the book. Collect all the messy things."

Xu Qichen let out a cry, dispelled the idea of ​​a bite, and stuffed the so-called messy things back into the drawer.

One after another listened to the conversation between the person behind him and the teacher.

"what is the problem?"

"Teacher, do you want to memorize this?"

"I said it in the last class. You have to memorize sectionA. What class do you listen to?"

The man replied grinning, "I forgot, thank you teacher."

"Hurry up and endorse it."

Xu Qichen turned to the last unfinished text, lowered his head and covered his ears, silently carrying it by himself.

Once the self-study was over, he was called away by the health committee when he was on duty that day.

Hurrying back before the first math class, Xu Qichen hurriedly bent over to find the textbook, only to find that the four or five small boxes he had seen in the early self-study were gone, not one. He took out the textbook and thought about it carefully, thinking that those gifts were the illusion that he hadn't got enough sleep.

How can a character like him receive a gift.

But the facts of that day are so strange that Xu Qichen still remembers it.

Go home from school to do homework and unzip the schoolbag as usual.

There is an extra box as big as a textbook inside.

Filled with golden chocolate balls.

The bed is rolling all over.

"What's in a daze?"

The thoughts that drifted farther and farther were pulled back, and Xu Qichen uttered a cry, lowered his head and said, "It's nothing, I feel that the lyrics that Young Master likes are really well written."

Lovesickness is not revealed, just because it is in the bone.

Song Yuanyan was silent for a long time before speaking, "You are very strange these days. When you were two people in the past, you never called me Young Master. They were all called me by the name. How can you make such a difference now?"

Xu Qichen's face showed a trace of astonishment.

Table word.

Calling him by his name is probably more embarrassing than calling him by his name.

But if he doesn't bark, will he find something wrong? After all, Song Yuanyan is so smart and has a heart of nine twists and eighteen bends.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I dug too many holes for myself, and I regret it.

Song Yuanyan did not wait for him to speak. The "lady" on the stage finished singing her verses and stepped off the stage. Song Yuanyan invited the buddies, picked up the box on the table, and said with a smile, "This, give it to me just now. That one."

The man bowed his waist and took the box with both hands, "Yes, I will thank the young master for her first, then I will go down first, so what else can you tell me..."

"and many more."

Xu Qichen raised his head and looked into Song Yuanyan's eyes.

"That box of chocolates, wasn't it for me?"