Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia's brow twitched: "...When did I ever fall on my butt?"

Xu Zhouye feigned innocence: "That's what Aunt Zhou just said."

"When you were five years old, the first time you tried to hold a pipa, you couldn't even lift the instrument; you just sat down on the ground first."

Song Qingjia: "Impossible, I don't remember that."

She absolutely could not possibly have such a dark past.

"You were so young back then, what could you possibly remember?" Xu Zhouye asked her in return.

"..."

Song Qingjia was speechless.

Zhou Yunqing couldn't help but laugh and patted Xu Zhouye's shoulder: "Alright, stop teasing her." She then looked at Song Qingjia, "He's lying to you. You've always been strong since you were little, and you can hold the zither very steadily."

"Xu! Zhou! Ye!"

Song Qingjia reached out to pinch his waist again, but he stood up and dodged her, preventing her from touching him.

He stepped back to the table, rested his hands on the edge, and grinned at her: "Don't twist your waist."

Song Qingjia: "You come here right now!"

He added, "And you're not allowed to slap my face, it'll make you look ugly and affect your mood."

Song Qingjia: "...I don't mind."

Zhou Yunqing sat on the sofa watching the two playfully bickering, a smile curving her lips. She could hardly remember the last time Song Qingjia had been so vibrant and radiant.

It was as if the branches, bent under the weight of heavy snow, had finally bounced back, and the fine snowflakes on the treetops were shaken off and scattered on the ground.

On the way back, Song Qingjia deliberately walked very fast. Xu Zhouye followed behind, hands in his pockets, at a leisurely pace.

He followed her for a while, but she showed no sign of responding. He quickened his pace to catch up, turning to look at her: "You really don't plan to talk to me?"

Song Qingjia took a step to the side.

He followed her again: "How about this, I'll tell you an embarrassing story from my childhood, and we'll be even, okay?"

Song Qingjia finally responded: "Ordinary embarrassing things won't do, it has to be really embarrassing."

She wouldn't suffer the slightest loss.

Xu Zhouye: "Okay."

He thought about his glorious life over the past twenty-odd years and realized that it was actually quite difficult to find a particularly embarrassing thing.

"The first time I drove a go-kart, I didn't brake and went straight into a sand pit. When the instructor pulled me out, my hair was full of sand and my helmet was stuck on my head."

Song Qingjia couldn't help but smile, then quickly suppressed her smile.

"My mom took the photos, and she still has them." He paused, then asked, "Want her to send you a copy?"

Song Qingjia said with disdain, "What would I want this ugly photo for?"

Xu Zhouye choked. Even if his hair was full of sand, he was still handsome, wasn't he?

"and……"

"And what?"

"And what you said wasn't particularly embarrassing." Song Qingjia stopped, turned around to face him, and said, "Let me tell you something even more embarrassing."

Xu Zhouye: "Hmm?"

Song Qingjia smiled and said, enunciating each word clearly, "It's just for fun, I know my limits."

Xu Zhouye was stunned for a moment, and his mind went blank.

By the time he realized what was happening, the woman who had thrown the bomb was already far away. He hurriedly jogged after her, his voice slightly panicked: "Who told you? Lu Yanbai?"

Song Qingjia remained silent and continued walking.

"It must be him! That kid betrayed me!"

Song Qingjia turned into the building entrance and walked up the stairs. Her footsteps were unhurried as she ascended the stairs, one step at a time.

Xu Zhouye caught up with her at the corner of the stairs. He reached out to grab her wrist, but she turned slightly to the side, and his hand missed.

"Honey, let me explain. It's not what you think."

Song Qingjia didn't stop walking: "Just tell me, did you say that?"

Xu Zhouye: "...Yes."

"oh."

She stopped talking again.

Xu Zhouye sensed that something was terribly wrong and even wanted to kill Lu Yanbai.

"That's just me being stubborn, not what I really think. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, I couldn't live without you, I was practically ready to drag you straight to the marriage registry."

Song Qingjia reached out and touched her ear.

very noisy.

"What sense of propriety do I have? I feel uncomfortable all over when you ignore me, and I wish I could tie myself to your belt."

Song Qingjia stepped onto the last step.

"Baby, please play with me, please." Xu Zhouye grabbed her hand. Even a proud son of heaven has moments when he has to beg for help.

As Song Qingjia withdrew her hand, Xu Zhouye's heart sank to the bottom.

"baby……"

"Shut up."

This man is so noisy!

Song Qingjia took out her key and opened the door with a click. She went inside and bent down to change her shoes.

The noisy man finally quieted down.

She straightened up and looked towards the door.

Xu Zhouye stood outside the threshold with his head hanging low, seemingly lacking even the courage to come in.

Like a big, abandoned dog.

"Not coming in?"

The big dog paused for a moment, as if it had suddenly heard its departing owner return to find it, and wagged its tail again: "I'm coming in!"

He hurriedly came in, closed the door, and was afraid of being kicked out again.

"I……"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingjia suddenly turned around, pressed her hand against his chest, pushed him back, and trapped him between herself and the door panel.

She looked at his slightly reddened eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

"Did you cry?"