Chapter 37
The dramatic spirit
Song Ci's nose was itchy, and she sneezes several times, and she silently pushed away the care of the maids.
"No, I'll just sneeze. You won't hug the cloak, I'm not cold." She looked at the thick cloak, laughing and crying.
Others have a cold feeling, but your mother thinks you are cold, but here is, the maid thinks you are cold.
It's almost May, so I'll bring her a big cloak. No matter how weak she is, she isn't so weak.
"Madam, it's a bit windy, you can't be greedy for coolness." Hongju advised.
"There is no need to be so thick when there is wind. Are you worried that your wife can't cover up the prickly heat? I just think someone is talking about me behind my back, and my nose is itchy." Song Ci rubbed her nose.
Hongyou took a thin cloak and covered her back, and smiled and said, "That must be the Fourth Master and the Young Master thinking of you all the way."
"No, look at this time, the Fourth Master and the others are about to arrive." Madam Gong handed over tea to Song Ci, and glanced at the swing clock on the table.
Song Ci took the tea and was about to take a sip when he heard a sharp howl coming from far and near the yard.
"Mom, it's too late for your heart and soul to come back."
Song Ci shook his hand and the tea spilled out.
"It's really like Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive. Grandma, Fourth Master and the others are back." Madam Gong walked to the door happily, trying to tamp the curtain himself, but someone pulled it out from outside and threw it out in a beautiful arc.
"mother."
Song Ci's eyes dazzled, and his legs were hugged. He looked down and a young man was looking up at her.
He wore a purple-gold crown for hair tied up his hair, two strands hanging down from his temples, a sleeve of butterflies wearing a crimson red arrow, a Japanese forging jacket with blue-colored green flowers, and a belt of two dragons playing with pearls and jade hangings around his waist. Two colorful gold-wire pearl purs were hung, and small blue-satin black-bottomed boots were worn on his legs, but the boots were covered with some mud.
The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, the long eyebrows are on the temples, the lips are red and the teeth are white, the face is like powder, and the pink and light red.
Baoyu, is it you?
Song Ci looked at the young man who looked like a jade-like face and blinked.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? It's me, your heart-to-heart Silang." Song Zhiyu reached out and shook her eyes, feeling a little nervous.
Something was wrong with his mother.
Another mom made Song Ci's mouth twitch slightly and she instantly returned to reality. This little "Baoyu" was one of her cubs.
"Silo..." She dragged a long tail sound.
"It's me, it's me, it's me, your heart is so fleshy." Song Zhiyu knelt down, his eyes with Rumu, and held her hand and said, "Mom, everyone says you're sick, but now it's okay. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Before I left, I said, don't worry about me too much. Look, how long I've been away, and you think I'm sick?"
Before Song Ci could speak, he jumped up, put his hands on his hips, and pointed at Gong Mama Hongyou and others: "How do you serve the grandma? Didn't you say that when I leave, you should hang my portrait in my mother's room so that she can see her every day, so there is no need to talk too much about me. As a result, my mother thinks that I am sick? What's the point of asking you?"
"Secretly forgive me." Everyone knelt all over the ground.
"Hmph, it's just that my mother is so good that she can't live without your service, otherwise there will be something you are good at." Song Zhiyu glared at the few people and snorted heavily, then looked at Song Ci, and laughed into a chrysanthemum: "Mom, now Silang is back, you don't have to recite me anymore. Silang lets you see him every day, even if you hit me, I won't run away."
Song Ci: "..."
It turns out that you are a drama artist, but she didn't say anything.
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Chapter completed!