win the hairpin

Chapter 450
Song Qinghui was dumbfounded, confused.

He is familiar with everything in Zhuxi Zhai. He has eaten the refreshments on the table, he has sat on the tables, chairs and benches, the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and the bamboo outside are all things he has seen before.

However, the smell here made him very confused, none of the smells he was familiar with, it smelled dry and dry, and the charcoal fire was very warm, but it was different from the smell when the charcoal fire was made in Tanzhou, Tanzhou always smelled moist and grassy Rich, moist and warm.

And the smell of Song Huiyue was missing.

Song Huiyue is not fragrant, but she has the same smell as the sky and the earth, and it will only change in summer—in summer, she smells like paper-wrapped incense.

Only the bitter smell of medicine is familiar to him.

Xie Zhou sat beside him and knew what he was confused about.

In fact, Song Qinghui had already woken up the day before the Lantern Festival, but he was awake for a short time, and they didn't make any noise. It was only yesterday that he was awake for longer.

Since he woke up, he has always shown such a puzzled expression. Xie Zhou knew that his thoughts and thoughts were different from others, so he observed him carefully for a long time, and waited until he was in a daze and wanted to sleep. Asked him: "Are you looking for your mother?"

Song Qinghui shook his head uneasily: "I know Auntie is looking for Apa."

When he was in a coma, he once heard someone say that in his ear.

When Xie Zhou didn't know what to do, Song Qinghui suddenly rubbed his eyes vigorously, and whispered: "I miss my sister."

When he thought of Song Huiyue's separation from him, he became sad and didn't cry, but just buried himself in the quilt without saying a word.

Xie Zhou told him that Song Huiyue would come, but he didn't believe it, because in his mind, he hadn't heard Song Huiyue's voice for a long time.

The surrounding area was very quiet, Song Qinghui saw someone calling Xie Zhou outside, Xie Zhou got up and went out, leaving him alone in the room.

He felt a little hungry.

He looked at the things on the table, but he didn't go to eat. When eating at someone else's house, he had to ask his sister or the owner's house for permission before eating. Now there is no one to ask, so it doesn't matter if you don't eat.

Just staring at his hands with his head down, he felt that the door opened, maybe it was the elder brother Wang, or the eighth brother, he didn't want to look up.

The footsteps stopped beside him, and then someone softly said, "Qinghui."

Song Qinghui raised his head abruptly, followed the voice and turned his head to look at Song Huiyue.

He stared and rubbed his eyes again, trying to see the person in front of him clearly.

elder sister?

He remembered that his sister was not so tall, not so thin, not so—so scary.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call his sister, but he couldn't open his mouth for a while, and took a strong breath of Song Huiyue's breath, which was also a bit strange - there was a strong smell of alcohol.

Song Huiyue looked at Song Qinghui who hadn't grown up, suppressed the overwhelming tide in her heart, took a step forward, and said with a smile: "Don't you know my sister?"

"Sister?" Song Qinghui called out reluctantly, trying to explore.

He kept his face blank, still trying to distinguish the old appearance from Song Huiyue, that girl with bright eyes, always smiling all over her face, only the eyebrows and eyes of this one in front of him are similar, even the outline has become thinner Sharp, making him feel strange.

Seeing that his dazed appearance was completely different from what she had imagined, Song Huiyue was stunned for a moment, and then she saw her own appearance in the bronze mirror, and then suddenly realized.

She wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry, and finally mixed all her emotions into a low sigh.

She took a step forward and hugged the pale Song Qinghui, and she tried her best to soften her voice: "Qinghui, it's my sister who is here. My sister is not good. I just came to see you now. Can you forgive my sister?"

Song Qinghui silently let her hug her. After a long time, he finally found the familiar strength from this embrace. He finally confirmed that the person in front of him was Song Huiyue.

"Sister!" He opened his mouth and shouted joyfully, then broke free from Song Huiyue's arms and looked carefully at her face.

He looked and looked, tears suddenly accumulated in his eyes, he opened his mouth and cried, "Sister, why did you become like this!"

While crying, he took out pastries from the plate, trying to stuff them into Song Huiyue's mouth—my sister must have been hungry for a long, long time to become what she is now.

Song Huiyue chewed on the pastry, took out a handkerchief to wipe away Song Qinghui's tears, blinked, and her own tears also dripped down.

She thought: "Qinghui, brother, we are the only two left in the Song family who are connected by blood."

After Song Qinghui cried, he wiped his face with a handkerchief, sat back in the chair, puffed his cheeks, and started to get angry with Song Huiyue: "Why did you come here?"

Song Huiyue sat beside him, and said softly: "Sister went on a long trip, went to a far, far place, and did many important things. As soon as I heard that you woke up, I immediately came back to see you gone."

Far away places, and very important things, are vague thoughts in Song Qinghui's mind, and need to be compared with specific things: "How far is it? Is it farther than going to Baohu Wharf in Chenzhou to find Doctor Gu?"

Song Huiyue nodded: "It's much farther away."

A pair of big eyes similar to those of Song Huiyue blinked twice, in the brimming water, they were full of ignorance and innocence: "Then you must have suffered a lot."

"No," Song Huiyue patted his head, "It's just far away, and I walked back slowly."

Song Qinghui lowered his head and did not speak for a long while, enjoying Song Huiyue's gentle touch. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "When shall we go home?"

Song Huiyue knew that there was a lot of danger in her home right now. A bronze crane that hid in the dark and appeared from time to time was very troublesome, so she smiled and said, "We have to wait until your illness is cured."

"Then don't go," Song Qinghui leaned against her. He is old enough to start a family and start a business, but his soul is still that of a little boy, "OK?"

Song Huiyue knew that he attached great importance to promises, so she told the truth: "My sister will be with you whenever she is free, but she can't stay by your side all the time."

Song Qinghui's voice became louder this time: "Of course I know, Auntie said you are a wild horse, you can't rest all day long, you have to run outside."

His voice lowered down: "Then you spend more time with me now."

Hearing this, Song Huiyue felt a sore heart, thinking that time had changed, only Qinghui would stay where she was forever—not growing, not aging, not grieving.

Song Qinghui yawned: "Sister, I'm so sleepy."

When he said he was sleepy, he dozed off, and soon fell into a deep sleep as he snuggled up to Song Huiyue, his hands were still tightly clutching her sleeves, refusing to relax.

Song Huiyue just sat there without moving, until King Jin came in from the door and ordered Huang Ting to carry Song Qinghui to the bed, then she moved her hands and feet, and stood by the bed watching for a long time.

King Jin saw her tired look, so he whispered: "Go to the ear room to see his medicine."

Song Huiyue walked out with King Jin and entered the ear room together.

(End of this chapter)