Startle [BL]

CHAPTER 6

    Since the palm was injured, Lark's life has become more boring, and every day, he is lying on the wall with a sullen expression, like a listless stray cat.

Qin Huansheng was burning wood to cook below, and he was dazed by the sun above. Occasionally raised his head, counted the few white clouds floating in the sky, and occasionally bent down to see how many ants had crawled across the corner.

Qin Huansheng told him repeatedly that the wound should not touch water for a week. Skylark kept it in mind and sighed when he looked at his hand wrapped like a zongzi.

It's been such a boring day and a failure.

However, his self-regulation ability is very strong, and he soon realized that this person has both long and short boards. He can't cook or wash dishes, but he can sing and dance. Anyway, he is in Yichun. I have been in the hospital for more than ten years, and I don't have the ability to look after the house.

So the next day, Yunque came to Qin Huan's door with great interest, and said that he would sing a little song for him.

It is five watch now, and there is still some time before the sunrise. The genius is a little bright, and the chickens and ducks in the courtyard are still soundly asleep. Qin Huansheng was awakened by his movement, and it was difficult to fall asleep after opening his eyes, so he had to get up in desperation.

Yunque was squatting outside the house waiting for him. When he saw him coming out, he got up and said, "Brother Qin, early!"

It was very early. Qin Huansheng looked at the sky blankly.

Yunque didn't notice it, he just wanted to impatiently sing in front of Qin Huansheng, he asked, "Do you want to listen to Xiaoqu'er?"

Qin Huansheng bypassed him, went to the other side of the yard to wash up, and said, "You can sing if you want to sing. Stop."

Yunque said, "Then I sang?"

Qin Huansheng said, "Sing it."

His voice was neither high nor low, and he could not tell whether he was happy or angry.

Skylark cleared her throat and began to sing.

I have to say that his voice is really nice, pure and crisp, with a cleanliness that is unique to young people, like a gurgling stream flowing through the mountains, and every song of the fortune teller sings a little fresh and smooth.

He and Qin Huansheng were separated by ten meters. During this period, Qin Huansheng didn't look at him much, and his face always had a light expression.

Upon closer inspection, his ears were pricked up, betraying his heart that was listening carefully.

After the song was over, Yunque approached Qin Huansheng and asked a little apprehensively, "Do you think it sounds good?"

Qin Huansheng was an honest listener, he said, "It sounds good."

Yunque's eyes lit up and asked, "Do you still want to listen? Qin Huan raised his eyebrows and said, "

Listen." He wanted to see how many songs the lark would sing.

This time, Yunque was very proud of herself. Her skills were appreciated, and she wanted to play it to the extreme, so she sang several songs in succession. The singing was melodious and melodious, which attracted Aunt Cui next door to stick her head out curiously.

"Huansheng, can you hear someone singing?" She knocked on the door of Qin Huansheng's house and asked.

Yunque immediately fell silent, opened her eyes wide to look at Qin Huansheng, and asked silently, "Who is it?"

Qin Huansheng unconsciously lowered his voice and said, "Aunt Cui next door."

Yunque nodded, with a trace of nervousness in his eyes.

A married woman appears in someone else's house early in the morning, and anyone who sees it will have their imaginations, even if the skylark is a man.

Yunque feels that it doesn't matter if his reputation is ruined, but he can't implicate Qin Huansheng.

"I'll go and talk to her," Qin Huansheng patted his head, "you go in and stay in the room."

Yunque nodded and walked back into the room as she said.

Instead of sitting down, he quietly stood by the window, looking out through the thin slit.

The sun has risen, and the thin golden light passes through the treetops in the forest gap and shines on Qin Huansheng's face, coating his tough features with a soft light.

He and Aunt Cui stood face to face. I don't know what Aunt Cui said, Qin Huansheng smiled, that smile was handsome and moving, Yunque hurriedly looked away, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.

After about a few minutes, Qin Huansheng came back with an extra box of ointment in his hand when he entered the room.

Seeing Qin Huan ascending into the door, Skylark hurriedly sat down with her hands folded on her lap.

"Hand." Qin Huansheng raised his chin and motioned for him to stretch out his hand. Skylark was stunned for a moment, and obeyed obediently, but looked at him with some confusion.

Qin Huansheng didn't say much, his slender and powerful fingers skillfully removed the gauze. The wound under the gauze had already scabbed off, leaving a long pale pink scar on the palm of his hand.

These days, the lark has regularly changed dressings to clean up, so the wound heals quickly, but it still inevitably scars.

Qin Huansheng opened the ointment that he just brought, and said, "This is the scar removal cream I asked for with Aunt Cui. You can take it back and remember to apply it every day.

" Yunque couldn't hold back and took a light breath, and asked, "Can this really remove scars?"

Qin Huansheng said "um".

Skylark looked at it for a while, and then said: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with scars. Eating a cut will make you wiser. I will take it as a lesson and remind myself not to be troublesome in the future."

Qin Huansheng smiled and put it into his hand, saying : "Let's take it."

This scar removal cream was actually made by Aunt Cui's youngest daughter, Cui Qingqing, and only girls have this kind of thing. Normal men with five or three thick skins would not care about scars.

Thinking of the way Aunt Cui handed him the scar removal cream just now, her face was strange, as if she had learned something very important, and said, "A seven-footed man is afraid of getting scars?"

How did Qin Huansheng answer.

He first smiled lightly, and after a few seconds he said: "What's the matter, everyone has a love for beauty."

So Yunque still accepted it.

Holding the ointment, he sat quietly in the chair watching Qin Huansheng work, which was completely different from the chattering look before.

Qin Huansheng discovered very early that this little bird is sometimes heartless, sometimes sensitive and delicate, noisy and quiet, and can't figure out what his little head is thinking about all day. However, Qin Huansheng only gave him a little food, and he was so obedient and obedient, yet naive after all, and he had never seen a sinister heart.

"Brother Qin," Yunque said coldly, "you are really a good person."

Qin Huansheng put down the things in his hand, rarely wanting to tease him, "Oh? How good?"

Yunque didn't expect him to ask such a question, and was stunned. For a second, he said without thinking: "If I were a girl, I would marry you." After that, he sighed to himself again, and said a little wistfully: "It's a pity that I'm a boy." It

was still sold to someone else's boy.

A look of astonishment flashed across Qin Huansheng's eyes. He looked at Yunque and said calmly, "What's wrong with the boy, you are a boy and still married into the Wang family?"

Yunque shook his head, "That's different."

Qin Huansheng asked: " What's the difference?"

Yunque said: "I was bought and I have no freedom."

Qin Huansheng was silent after hearing this.

Skylark smiled shyly again, and said, "In the next life, I will strive to be reincarnated into an ordinary family and be an innocent daughter." After saying this, he lowered his eyes, and two blushes flew on his cheeks, with hindsight. Feeling ashamed.

The breeze blew lightly, blowing the hair on the temples, covering the slightly shy face. The gentleness of that bowed head is like the shyness of a water lotus invincible to the cool breeze. (*) Qin Huansheng's throat tightened, and his eyes gradually darkened.