BE Crazy Demon Survival System

Xu Qichen felt uneasy when he said this.

This feeling is exactly the same as waiting for the test results to be released.

Want to know the result, but afraid to know the result.

If Song Yuanyan refuses to himself, how should he complete the next deputy task?

How to make him like himself.

Fingers couldn't help tightening the gown. The eyes that had been looking at him turned aside and looked at the stage.

"Look at my memory."

His voice appeared suddenly, light and fluttering, like a cloud.

Xu Qichen looked at Song Yuanyan, and saw that he smiled and took out a small handful of silver dollars and placed it in the hand of the young man. "This is a good song, but real money is more real," he said and took away the box. Put it on the table, "Go ahead."

The guy said thank you several times and went downstairs happily.

Xu Qichen was a little embarrassed.

On impulse, I asked for a gift, what should I do next.

No one taught him.

When tangled, the box of chocolates was pushed to his eyes.

"I don't know if it tastes good..." Song Yuanyan's expression was also a little embarrassed, and his ears were red. "Try it, it might not taste good, just throw it away."

Seeing his embarrassment and nervousness, Xu Qichen felt happy instead. He took the box and opened it. There were four rows of chocolates inside, each of which was a different shape.

"It's expensive, isn't it?" Xu Qichen picked up one. After all, this is the Republic of China. Chocolate is still very strange.

Song Yuanyan touched his nose, "It's okay, you can eat it."

Xu Qichen put the one in his hand back to its original place, closed the box, "Go back and eat it again." Then lay on the box lazily, looking sideways at Song Yuanyan, "Are you out of breath?"

Song Yuanyan coughed twice, picked up the pot and poured himself a cup of tea in a hurry, but it was scorched firmly to his mouth, "Bah, bah, cough cough cough."

Xu Qichen couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh."

Xu Qichen, who was given the order, obediently stretched out his index finger and thumb, and pressed down the corner of his mouth.

But the eyes are still crooked.

Song Yuanyan put aside his eyes and didn't look at him.

The heart hit his chest violently.

Xu Qichen tapped the chocolate box lightly with his fingers.

I don't really want to eat it.

Just like he used to, he would open the drawer when he came home from school and take a look at the complete chocolate box.

Lift the lid and take a look at the golden spheres.

Remind yourself that maybe it's not too lonely.

Later, when I went home one day, I found that my aunt was sitting on the sofa watching a boring variety show. He said that I was back as usual. While changing shoes and walking to the room, he found a small pile of gold piled on the coffee table. The sugar paper, golden, like a small golden mountain.

"what are you eating?"

When he walked to the sofa, he saw the chocolate box that was mostly empty.

That was the first time he lost his temper with his aunt.

Although in her opinion, it is just a period of rebellion that children cannot escape.

After Qu, Song Yuanyan and Xu Qichen went downstairs, and had a few words with the class host downstairs. They were about to lift their feet to leave. A man in a long gown, jacket and black felt hat walked in with a hand stove, followed by several Domestic servant, the pomp is not small.

Xu Qichen felt a little familiar, and only heard the class leader shouting behind him, "Oh, isn't this Liu Dashao? Why isn't it in foreign trade today?"

The man called as Young Master Liu stepped into the threshold with half his foot, "Why didn't I go, just came out of the foreign trade, and I passed by and watched what the show is singing today." He glanced at Song Yuanyan, "It's really true. It’s better to have a chance, Brother Song also came to listen to the tune, and his body is getting better these days."

He turned his head and told Xu Qichen to see a mole on his right cheek.

I was shocked, this is Master Xie's grandson, Liu Mingde.

In Xu Qichen's initial setting, he and her mother Xie Wenqin were prepared to conspire to kill Sun Lin. This person can be said to be the biggest beneficiary of Sun Lin's death and the most likely murderer in this world.

The hand makes a fist unconsciously.

Song Yuanyan twitched the corners of his mouth, "Brother Liu thinks he's been having a good time lately. I don't know when to invite me to the Xie Mansion for a seat?"

Liu Mingde's face changed, "That's natural." After he said that, he glanced at Xu Qichen again, his face was full of disdain, "At that time, I will also ask Brother Song to bring his life-saving charm to my Xie Mansion as a guest." He ran sideways. Opening Song Yuanyan's shoulders, he swaggered into the theater.

Xu Qichen helped Song Yuanyan's arm.

This person is more annoying than his setting. Although he is the son of Xie’s parents, he can only have a foreign surname. In the eyes of Master Xie, he is just a grandson, unlike Song Yuanyan, the upright Song family. The auntie has a distinguished status and is loved by thousands of people.

Although the Xie and Song family did not celebrate the festival, they are both young masters, one in the sky and one underground, and I am afraid that Song Yuanyan has long been resentful in his heart.

"Hungry, do you want to eat something to go back?"

Xu Qichen followed him and shook his head, "Fortunately, not very hungry."

Song Yuanyan's pace was very slow. Even though the street was very lively when the lights were on, the temperature dropped a lot. Xu Qichen's hands were cold, and he shrank into his sleeves.

As he walked, Song Yuanyan stopped suddenly, Xu Qichen raised his head and saw that he bit his leather glove and pulled it off and handed it to Xu Qichen.

Xu Qichen shook his head, and Song Yuanyan had no choice but to grab his hand and put it on him directly.

Song Yuanyan's hands were very warm, and he held it on his cold wrist, as if he had awakened his sleeping pulse. Seeing that he was about to take off the other one, Xu Qichen immediately said, "It's not good to ask his wife to see you when you come home."

Song Yuanyan stopped taking off his gloves, "It makes sense." After speaking, he held Xu Qichen's with his hand without gloves, then stuffed it into his coat pocket, turned his head and smiled at him, "That's it. It's okay."

Xu Qichen looked at the tiger tooth and forgot to dodge.

Live with such a close friend for eighteen years.

How could I not fall in love.

This is really testing people's hearts.

Within two steps, Song Yuanyan called a rickshaw, and the two of them sat in the car. Xu Qichen buried his face in a thick cashmere scarf. The smell of perfume that Song Yuanyan used to breathe and breathe. The cold woody aroma is mixed with a hint of sweet and sour fruit, which is very subtle.

The fingers were tightly pinched, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the skin contact area, and the adhesive had a certain effect.

The way back became very short.

When he arrived at the brightly lit Song Mansion, Xu Qichen took out his hand, took off the leather glove and put it in Song Yuanyan's coat pocket.

A strange feeling grew in my heart.

Obviously it's just a glove, but it's like some kind of cheating token.

Mrs. Song had already returned home. When the two entered, she was talking to Song Yuanyan's eldest sister Song Liyu, talking and laughing. It seems that she won a lot of cards.

Song Yuanyan knew that his date today was unsuccessful, so as soon as he entered the door, he ran to the sofa and slid into Mrs. Song's arms affectionately, "Mother, it's cold outside."

"Oh, I'm peeling the orange." Mrs. Song groaned, and then fed the peeled orange into Song Yuanyan's mouth.

"It's so sweet."

Song Liyu, who was knitting a sweater on the side, smiled, "How can you sweeten your mouth."

Mrs. Song would be fooled easily by acting like a baby. After a long time, she returned to the topic, "How is your date today? Which lady do you like?"

After hearing this, Song Yuanyan sat up from Mrs. Song’s arms, coughed twice, and sighed, “Don’t mention it, the three ladies didn’t look at me.” He hugged Mrs. Song’s arm with a hippy smile, “to No, I won’t marry a wife. It’s great to be with my mother every day."

Mrs. Song's delicately drawn eyebrows trembled with anger, "What nonsense! What is going on!" Mrs. Song turned her head, her eyes fell on Xu Qichen, who was standing far away, "Alin, you say!"

Xu Qichen was about to speak, and was cut off by Song Yuanyan, "You can't help him, because people just didn't look at me. The first Miss Zhang, who thinks I am too weak, just coughed. She was scared away. The second Miss Lin, who didn't know what was going on, stood at the door and looked at me from a distance and said that it was inappropriate and left. I didn't even have time to talk to her." Song Yuanyan took an orange and played with it, "Xu is that Miss Lin thinks I look too good."

Xu Qichen couldn't help laughing.

What a serious nonsense.

Mrs. Song sighed, "Then...what about Miss He?"

Song Yuanyan glanced at Mrs. Song, put the orange in her hand, "Don't mention it. That Miss He, I thought it was a son-in-law at first glance." He gestured with his hand against his neck. "Mother, didn't you see, her hair is so short, she came to the appointment in an equestrian uniform, her temper was irritable, and she barely held a whip in her hand."

He glared at Mrs. Song, "Which daughter-in-law did you choose for me? Is it possible that you think I am good? Then I might as well just find a man."

Mrs. Song frowned, "Nonsense! A Lin!"

Xu Qichen stepped forward two steps, "Mrs. Young Master... he is indeed telling the truth. Miss He is not the same as an ordinary rich lady."

Mrs. Song was attentive and did not speak for a while.

"Mother, I'm still young, so I am so anxious to beg for a wife." He lay on Mrs. Song's shoulder, "You are not afraid that I have a daughter-in-law and forget my mother."

Sister Song, who was on the side, also smiled and persuaded him to make peace. "Nowadays, children all advocate free love. If you want to talk about marriage, you can't get a date once or twice. Find some more opportunities to meet and drink. Coffee, I'm familiar with it a few times."

Mrs. Song's expression eased slightly, and she sent Song Yuanyan back to the room.

"Young Master is back."

Xu Qichen glanced at the door. Song Yuanfeng, the son of Song patriarch in a dark suit, walked in. His facial features were very gentle, and his introverted and slender single eyelid looked very gentle, not in the least similar to Song Yuanyan, who was outstanding in appearance. Place.

"Mother, eldest sister."

Mrs. Song gave a hmm and went upstairs silently. Song Liyu greeted a few words with a smile.

Xu Qichen looked at Song Yuanfeng's profile, thinking of the original plot in his heart.

This person seems to be submissive and gentle, but he has deep thoughts. On the surface, he is humble and caring about the beloved Song Yuanyan, but he has long held a grudge.

Song Yuanfeng finished his greetings with the eldest sister, and was about to return to the room. After passing by Xu Qichen, he stopped and showed a concerned smile.

"A Lin, can your right leg still hurt recently?"

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xu Qichen's back, but he forced a smile and said, "Fortunately, there hasn't been much leg pain recently."

Song Yuanfeng stretched out his hand and patted Xu Qichen's shoulder lightly, "That's good. I have a friend who just returned from studying medicine in the UK. I will invite him to come home in two days and take a look for you."

Xu Qichen nodded, concealing the blinking eyes, "Thank you, young master."

"Whatever you are polite, it's your own family."

His voice was gentle like a spring breeze in March, but to Xu Qichen it sounded like an ice cave.

There was a dull pain in the right leg.

Others may not know, but Xu Qichen, as the author, knows very well that the culprit behind this leg is the kind and gentle elder in front of him.

Xu Qichen slowly left the front house, walked back to the back house, and returned to his room.

This world is more complicated than he thought. Everyone has his own starting point of interest, and he is just one of the pawns. If you want to turn the game, you can't go wrong.

Heyi lay on the bed, looking at the bed curtain and thinking about these intricate character lines. After thinking about it for some time, I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Xu Qichen stood up, "I'm already asleep."

"it's me."

Hearing Song Yuanyan's voice, Xu Qichen put on a coat and opened the door for him. Seeing that he was standing outside with a large bowl in his normal clothes, Xu Qichen hurriedly pulled him in, "Why haven't you slept in so late?"

Song Yuanyan smiled and walked in and put the bowl in his hand on the mahogany table. "You only ate some pastries and sweets in the afternoon. I'm afraid you are hungry. Just now I asked Mama Zhang to give me a bowl of wontons. Let's eat together. "Speaking, he pulled Xu Qichen to the table, "Quickly, it's warm."

Xu Qichen was dragged to the table, but his eyes were fixed on Song Yuanyan.

"Why are you looking at me, are you hungry?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "a bit hungry." Taking the spoon in Song Yuanyan's hand, the two of them lowered their heads and ate wontons in a large bowl.

"Is it delicious?" Song Yuanyan looked into Xu Qichen's eyes.

Xu Qichen nodded, looked at the spicy oil floating on the wonton soup, and then glanced at Song Yuanyan's sweaty forehead, "Young Master started eating spicy food recently?"

Song Yuanyan coughed twice, "If you count nine cold days, eat some spicy food to warm your body."

Xu Qichen held back a smile, and bit through the thin, almost translucent wonton wrapper.

The two quickly ate a bowl of wontons. Xu Qichen dressed too little, put down his spoon and slid back on the bed with his shoes, covered with a quilt, "It's too cold, I won't send you off."

After saying this, I felt a little too indifferent. It was Song Yuanyan who kindly sent him a supper and drove people away after eating. It didn't sound very good, so he added, "Thank you, Master."

Unexpectedly, Song Yuanyan wiped the corners of his mouth, went straight to the bed and sat down. Xu Qichen was afraid of the cold, so the quilt wrapped his whole body, only the part above his eyes was exposed.

There is no electric blanket here, so even so, Xu Qichen is still cold. He stretched his body straight, restraining his trembling, and stared at the silent Song Yuanyan.

Song Yuanyan suddenly stretched his hand under the quilt. This act scared Xu Qichen, "Master, what are you doing?"

He smiled and grabbed Xu Qichen's leg, "What do you say I am going to do?" After speaking, he opened the corner of the quilt and found Xu Qichen's right leg.

Song Yuanyan's hands were still warm, and he held Xu Qichen's cold ankle. The warm mouth of the tiger just caught Xu Qichen's slightly raised ankle, which felt a little familiar.

Xu Qichen propped up his upper body with his elbow and watched him hold it like that. He slowly moved upwards, pushing up the loose trousers at the ankle of his right ankle a little bit. The movements were slow and gentle, but it made him feel as if he was overcharged. All trembled.

Until the trouser leg was moved to the knee, a long surgical scar was exposed, and the stitched track was faintly visible.

Song Yuanyan took out a small pot from nowhere, and when it opened, it was filled with a strong fragrance of herbs.

He dug out the dark brown paste and placed it in his palm, heated it with the temperature of the palm of his hand, and then gently covered it on Xu Qichen's raised kneecap and scar, gently rubbing it.

The sticky paste slowly melted on the skin, gradually heating up, the ambiguous temperature and the cold medicinal smell penetrated into the bones and blood, circulated and poured into the chest.

Xu Qichen felt his palms start to sweat, which was so strange, he was almost cold and stiff.

At this moment, under his slow hypnotic pushing and rubbing, it was about to melt.

Like chocolate.

All the calves below the knee were exposed. Song Yuanyan worried that he was cold, so he pulled a blanket and covered it, "Does it still hurt?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, he really heard the conversation between himself and Song Yuanfeng.

Staring at the man who lowered his head to massage him, his two clusters of eyelashes, the curvature from the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, and the corners of his mouth that were naturally raised.

It's really similar.

The surrounding scene has undergone a strange migration. It is no longer a harsh winter day, no longer a dimly lit night, but a campus road covered with golden ginkgo leaves.

It's the same posture, with raised knees, a bench for two people.

"There is no doctor in the infirmary. I bought Yunnan Baiyao. Does it hurt here?" The man in the memory pressed his ankle, a dislocation of pain came.

He couldn't help but nodded, his eyes almost bursting into tears.

"You got it twisted."

With a sneer, the cold spray with a strong herb scent pierced the air and covered his bulging ankles, like a cool summer quilt that couldn't be more comfortable.

"Don't move, wait for it to die."

After saying this, both of them fell into waiting silence.

In the playground less than ten meters apart, the basketball landed and hit the ground one by one.

thumping.

thumping.

thumping.

Like his heart at the moment.

"Okay." He slapped the lid and stuffed the small can of spray into his arms.

"Can you go? Or... I'll carry you?"

The smell of the potion couldn't dissipate, just like the cowardice in his heart.

His cowardice forced him to refuse the other party's invitation.

The memory came to an abrupt end, and Xu Qichen's subconsciousness made Xu Qichen retract his leg.

"What's wrong? Is it cold?"

Xu Qichen didn't look at Song Yuanyan's face, lay down, and retracted his legs into the quilt, "Well...it's a bit cold."

Song Yuanyan put the blanket on Xu Qichen's body just now, and tucked all the edges of the quilt in for him, trying to fill it with no gaps.

But when he got to the side close to him, he suddenly stopped.

Instead, he opened the quilt and got in by himself.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Song Yuanyan hissed, "I think you won't be able to warm up in a night like this." He approached Xu Qichen, but only approached without hugging him, "Did we not often sleep together when we were young? My body temperature is relatively high, waiting for you When it gets warm, I will go back to sleep."

"Don't worry about me, you go to sleep." He smiled at Xu Qichen almost flatteringly, and Xu Qichen's chest was uncomfortable with his sharp tiger teeth.

He turned and turned his back to Song Yuanyan, "Don't fall asleep here, you will catch a cold."

His voice came from behind, "I know, go to sleep."

After a second, it seemed to remember something, "Wait a minute, before you go to bed, can you... give me a call?"

Xu Qichen simply refused, "No."

"Just a moment."

There was no answer.

Song Yuanyan was not entangled either.

Xu Qichen's eyes couldn't close, he just closed his face. He simply opened his eyes and looked at the wall motionlessly.

The other party seemed to think that he was asleep, and slowly rubbed his stocking feet against the bed, approaching his cold toes.

A manic and restless heart, like an untamed stray cat, slowly calmed down under his gentle palm and embrace.

When he woke up the next day, he was alone in the bed.

Xu Qichen didn't know when Song Yuanyan left, and he didn't bother to think about it.

I got up early in the morning to help the housekeeper handle the trivial matters up and down in the mansion, and I was busy all morning.

The supervising workers had time to rest by the pond when they were carrying the rockery. Leaning against the dead tree by the pond, Xu Qichen heard the sound of the piano.

It's soothing.

He didn't know much about piano, and he didn't know much about classical music.

But for some reason, this song made him feel a kind of melancholy and stubbornness for no reason.

Following the helping girl Xiaoyue came over, looked at the colorful glazed windows on the bungalow, and said with a look of longing, "Little Master is starting to play the piano again."

Xu Qichen was stunned, thinking of the piano he saw in his room the first day.

The sound of the piano suddenly turned sharp, and the broken notes looked like rapid footsteps, chasing something.

The next second came to an abrupt end.

Xu Qichen was stunned. Hearing Mama Zhang yelling to herself, she responded and walked quickly to the bungalow.

"The young master is going to participate in the dance party in the He mansion on Friday, and the wife said that you should follow along and stare at the young master."

Xu Qichen sighed and remained silent.

"You go to the young master's room now. Your wife has invited a well-known tailor in the British concession to come and customize a suit for you and the young master."

Xu Qichen nodded, went up the stairs and walked to the end.

After knocking on the door twice, he heard Song Yuanyan say to come in, and then opened the door of the room.

Song Yuanyan sat at the piano with the lid closed. He turned his head to look at Xu Qichen, and smiled at him.

Xu Qichen didn't know whether it was a hot brain or what, so he said in a daze, "What tune did you play just now?"

Song Yuanyan turned around, turned his back to him, and tapped a few fingers on the piano cover.

"Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor, is it nice?"

Xu Qichen gave a hmm and walked in.

The two did not continue the topic of piano, although Xu Qichen wanted to hear him finish.

The tailor Mrs. Song invited arrived soon. He was a Chinese-English mixed-race, and he communicated with them in Chinese with a little accent.

"Hey, can you help me measure this young master's shoulder width? I think this one needs to be changed, thank you!" He handed a tape ruler to Xu Qichen, and lowered his head to change the drawing.

Xu Qichen took the soft ruler and walked to Song Yuanyan, pinching one end of the soft ruler, pressing the tip of his finger against the end of his shoulder.

The two were very close, and Xu Qichen could almost hear Song Yuanyan's gentle breathing.

With his eyes a little unclear, Xu Qichen moved closer and carefully looked at the value on the tape.

The person close at hand suddenly spoke.

"This tune was written by Chopin when he was nineteen years old."

Xu Qichen raised his head ignorantly and met his eyes.

"To the female classmate he has a crush on."