Song God And His Little Ancestor - Chapter 27

During the evening, Xia Xiaoman received another video request from Song Jiahe, blinked and felt a little strange.

Because this time, there was no prelude or pleasantries, and the video invitation was sent directly.

She pondered for a moment that it was about not Song Jiahe looking for her ba, so she walked out of the dormitory, stood in the corridor and accepted the video invitation.

“Sister.” Sweet sticky voice, big eyes blinked, eyelashes like little brushes, smiling, “Good evening duck.”

Seeing the little cutie, she was like eating a mouthful of sweet and sticky dumplings, slippery and in a much better mood, though still empty.

So she opened her mouth and responded with a smile –

“Jiajia, good evening.”

Originally, she wanted to ask Song Jiajia how she had time to find her, but as a result, Xia Xiaoman heard the person on the other end of the video speak –

“Song Jiajia! What are you doing?” A cold male voice rang out.

Song Jiajia said glamorously, “No duck, just want to see sister…”

She was a bit aggrieved, “I haven’t seen duck for a few days.”

Looking at Song Jiahe with bewildered eyes, a look that was about to cry, and deflated her mouth, pouting – “Brother.”

Looking at Song Jiajia’s appearance, Song Jiahe couldn’t help but be a little soft-hearted, although he knew that it wasn’t good to be soft-hearted like that.

But Song Jiajia is also just a little group of children, or a little group of children who lack the love of their father and mother.

“Next time, you have to ask for someone’s permission before you can, okay?”

Song Jiahe’s words were ambiguous, but for Song Jiajia, who had been brought up by him since she was a child, it was understood, and her voice regained vigor, “Sorry brother, Jiajia knows.”

Xia Xiaoman didn’t hang up the video, she kept listening.

Always sensitive to emotions, she felt that tonight’s Song Jiahe some strange, can not say a strange feeling.

She raised her head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

The moon’s light was not strong, even to the point that she could see the scars on the moon, silent for a moment.

She felt that the moon was particularly gentle tonight.

Also felt that tonight’s Song Jiahe, particularly gentle.

After chatting with Song Jiajia’s little cutie for a while longer, Song Jiahe took over the phone.

Song Jiahe’s voice has softened a lot, “tomorrow, is together to go to the commercial street?”

His voice has always been very clear, but now when he says this, it seems to be with a little low mute.

Xia Xiaoman listened to these words, and didn’t know whether they had entered her ears or her heart.

She felt as if there were crazy vines growing wildly in her heart, wrapping around her little heart and slowly retracting into it; and as if she had become a rabbit that could not escape from the hunter’s mouth.

She was inexplicably a little scared, but all of this was shattered by Song Jiahe’s invitation.

“Hmm.”

After Xia Xiaoman answered, then smiling and glancing at Song Jiahe, she lowered her voice and said-

“Song Jiahe.” The voice was a bit ethereal, “The moon tonight, it’s really pretty.”

“Is it?” Song Jiahe asked her back, seemingly incredulous, and the teenager lowered her eyes, seemingly covering up some emotion.

“Of course, not to say, I have to go back to the dorm. See you tomorrow.” Xia Xiaoman really couldn’t stand Song Jiahe’s face attack, and hurriedly spoke, “Right oh, or tomorrow, it’s okay if you bring out the little cutie.”

“She has a class tomorrow.”

The Song family’s family education originated, what’s more, Song Jiajia was raised in the old mansion, even more so.

It’s not that they are plucked up, it’s just that the Song family children all came up that way.

“Oh, that’s really too bad.”

Xia Xiaoman felt some pity, but it’s good to think about it this way, apart from Zhou Zhou and Shen Fu, it’s kind of a two-person world?

Thinking about it, she could not help but have her ears flushed a little and her face rose up with heat.

Finally Xia Xiaoman hung up the video, and then followed by her sister’s WeChat from far away in the maple leaf country.

Song Jiahe pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains, he looked at the moonlight leaking down, his eyes seemed to be tinged with a little tenderness, whispering – “Yes, the moonlight is beautiful.”

If Xia Xiaoman also looked at Song Jiahe’s eyes at this time, she would have found – behind such tenderness, crazy paranoia and darkness almost covered everything, he again as if to reply, murmured – “The wind is also very gentle ah. ”

Hooked his lips and sat down.

He lifted the canvas that covered the wooden frame, and the young girl on the panel smiled brightly, the corners of her eyes turned up slightly.

Fingers slowly touched on the cheeks of the young girl in the painting, he scratched each stroke, it seems to be tracing the young girl, into his memory of the young girl’s appearance.

If someone who knows Xia Xiaoman saw this painting at this time, they would know that the person on the painting is just like her.

Song Jiahe remembered Tuesday night, Xia Xiaoman hid outside the piano room listening to this song.

He thought, at that moment, did Xia Xiaoman also enter his dark world? Will he feel that he has a repulsive face?

There should not be, perhaps more heartache?

He is like a hunter who knows how to do this, step by step to set a trap.

Thinking about the way the girl’s eyes were filled with light tonight, her heart was beating irregularly at that moment, he heard the girl’s soft voice, saying words like sweet and creamy cotton candy, so that his heart tip could not help but tremble, his whole body blood seemed to be rushing.

She said – “The moon is really pretty tonight.”

Yes, the moon is really pretty tonight, and you are pretty too. The words that were not uttered seem to have become an obsession of Song Jiahe.

When Xia Xiaoman stumbled into his world, it was the same eyes that carried the light.

He could feel that sizzling heat, not unlike that brought by others.

The fragrance of the young girl seemed to linger again in the tip of the teenager’s nose, and he remembered Xia Xiaoman’s taste.

A very unique taste, so he could not help but remove his heart’s defenses, close to her, the best to hold her waist, kiss her lips, rubbing her into his own bones and blood.

But Song Jiahe also knows that what he wants is never more than that.

The human heart has always been ridiculous, from the beginning can not stay, he will not want.

So Xia Xiaoman does not know, her appearance will change what will mean; but for Song Jiahe, Xia Xiaoman step by step test into his world, he is also testing each other step by step, until he confirmed, will not let go of the moment of death, he will really let Xia Xiaoman, into his world.

He did not want to pull a sun into the abyss, but he had the luxury of a sun, willing to accompany him into the abyss.

After a long time of silence, Song Jiahe left the drawing room and returned to his room.

He pulled open the drawer and poured out a few pills. In fact, for him, the drug actually does not work anymore, but the dependence is very strong.

Addiction, can not quit, and he did not want to quit.

Seemingly remembering something, after he swallowed the medicine, he turned off the light and rested.