AMLFS Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Dejected Little Dog Song Huaixi

Chapter 12: Dejected Little Dog Song Huaixi

Song Huaixi was hopping and skipping along beside Zhao Fangye all the way, looking exceptionally happy.

When they returned to the courtyard, Zhang Momo and Chun Hua were quite surprised to see Song Huaixi come back with Zhao Fangye.

They hadn’t expected Song Huaixi to actually be able to invite Zhao Fangye back. They hurriedly prepared bowls and chopsticks for the two of them.

Song Huaixi always had a good appetite, eating with gusto and without looking up. Zhao Fangye only ate a little before putting down his chopsticks.

He leaned lazily against the back of his chair, focused on watching Song Huaixi eat. Song Huaixi ate properly, taking each bite seriously.

His appetite seemed small, but it wasn’t. When he tasted something delicious, he would wear a look of enjoyment.

It turned out that inviting him to eat was purely about eating. They each ate their own meal, and Song Huaixi barely looked up.

Watching him eat, Zhao Fangye’s appetite improved as well.

After finishing his breakfast, Song Huaixi noticed that Zhao Fangye was watching him.

He gave him a silly smile: “Why aren’t you eating? It’s so delicious.”

He really looked like a silly little dog.

“I am finished.” After saying that, Zhao Fangye stood up. “I have things to do. Wangfei is free to explore the mansion.”

With that, Zhao Fangye prepared to leave. Zhang Momo, who was standing to the side, gestured towards Song Huaixi.

The usually oblivious Song Huaixi didn’t know what was happening, but he hurriedly followed behind Zhao Fangye: “I want to go too.”

He only had one mission now, which was to become close to Zhao Fangye.

“You want to go?” Zhao Fangye looked at him suspiciously. “There’s nothing fun in the study.”

Song Huaixi reached out and grabbed his sleeve, his eyes firm, and said softly, “I want to go… I can help Wangye grind ink!”

In the end, Zhao Fangye took Song Huaixi to the study.

Song Huaixi wandered around the study, his round eyes full of curiosity. He looked here and there, examining everything.

He was very quiet, walking around without making a sound, but Zhao Fangye, sitting at the desk, couldn’t calm down.

His gaze fell on the wandering Song Huaixi. He reached out and rubbed his forehead, feeling like he was truly bewitched.

How could he have agreed to bring him in?

His study was never allowed to outsiders, and even the servants wouldn’t dare to come and report unless it was something important.

But now Zhao Fangye really felt like he was going crazy.

After looking around the whole room, Song Huaixi moved a small stool and sat beside Zhao Fangye.

Turning his head to look at him, Zhao Fangye was expressionless: “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Song Huaixi looked at him and said, “Can I watch you write?”

It was a strange request, but in his opinion, Song Huaixi’s head was always full of strange ideas.

Zhao Fangye picked up the official document and began to review it, ignoring him, and began to write on the document.

Song Huaixi really did as he said he would, watching him write seriously by his side.

He was quiet and didn’t make any noise.

Zhao Fangye almost forgot that there was someone beside him, until the ink in the inkstone ran out.

A slender, white hand reached out and began to grind the ink. His eyes fell on that hand. Set against the inkstick, the fingers were as white as peeled water chestnuts, slender and delicate, and didn’t resemble a man’s hand at all.

His gaze moved to the person beside him. Song Huaixi was slender and weak. Zhao Fangye remembered that when he put his arm around his waist at the wedding, it was so thin he could almost completely encircle it.

His gaze moved upwards to a pointed chin, then to red lips, a delicate nose, and round eyes with long, curled eyelashes.

His whole face was as white as mutton-fat jade, without a single flaw. It was a beautiful face.

Song Huaixi was concentrating on grinding the ink and turned his face when he noticed Zhao Fangye’s gaze. He was startled by Zhao Fangye’s slightly aggressive eyes.

His eyes were so fierce that Song Huaixi thought he had made a mistake and quickly explained, “I didn’t mean to disturb you. There was no more ink. I’ll grind the ink for you.”

Perhaps because he had always been pampered in the Song family, his voice was soft and gentle, like light feathers falling on the heart, without any weight.

“Mm.”

Zhao Fangye responded without saying anything else. He turned his head and continued to deal with official business.

Song Huaixi didn’t know if he was angry, so he withdrew his hand and didn’t dare to move around anymore.

The atmosphere became very dull. Zhao Fangye took the initiative to break the silence: “Can you write?”

“Yes.”

Song Huaixi nodded, then shook his head.

Zhao Fangye picked up a pen, puzzled by his actions. “What does that mean? Can you or can’t you?”

“I can write. But the teacher said what I write isn’t writing.” Song Huaixi explained, “I don’t know if I can write.”

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Fangye’s writing. “That’s writing, and it’s beautiful writing. I can’t write such beautiful writing.”

“Is that so?” Zhao Fangye became interested and handed him the pen. “Write a few characters, let me see.”

Song Huaixi took the pen and found a blank piece of paper to write his name. He held the pen and wrote seriously. Although he wanted to write well, what he wrote was still crooked.

The three characters of Song Huaixi didn’t look like they were written, but rather drawn.

He handed the paper to him, his face full of anticipation. But Zhao Fangye said without mercy, “Ugly.”

With just one word, the originally bright little dog, Song Huaixi, turned into a sad-faced little dog.

Song Huaixi drooped his face, not angry, but said in a muffled voice, “It is very ugly. The teacher said the same thing. So I didn’t write anymore.”

Having grown accustomed to his silly smiles, Zhao Fangye frowned slightly at his dejected look.

Putting down the paper in his hand, Zhao Fangye took out a new piece of paper: “Come here.”

Song Huaixi thought he was going to write for him to see, so he moved his stool closer.

Zhao Fangye saw him sitting seriously beside him, and helplessly pinched his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

Since Song Huaixi was standing, there was nowhere to sit, so he simply plopped down on Zhao Fangye’s lap.

The warm touch pressed against his legs, and Zhao Fangye’s body stiffened. Song Huaixi was completely oblivious, holding the writing brush on the table, eager to try.

Zhao Fangye composed himself and circled him from behind, holding his hand, his voice low: “What do you want to write?”

Song Huaixi tilted his head and thought. He had just written his name. Now let Zhao Fangye write his name too.

“Zhao Fangye,” Song Huaixi said.

“Hmm?” Zhao Fangye thought he was calling him and responded softly, “Write what?”

Song Huaixi repeated, “Zhao Fangye!”

Only then did Zhao Fangye realize that he meant to write his name. An unknown emotion flashed through his light-colored eyes.

Then Zhao Fangye’s hand guided Song Huaixi’s hand, slowly moving the brush. Song Huaixi seriously felt the movement of the strokes.

The brush stopped, and the three characters of Zhao Fangye quietly lay on the paper. The brushstrokes were elegant and sharp, like Zhao Fangye himself.

“So beautiful!” Song Huaixi praised sincerely, “Can you give it to me?”

“As you wish.”

Zhao Fangye released his hand, his light-colored eyes moved slightly.

Looking at Song Huaixi’s expression as he held it like a treasure, a slight cracking sound came from somewhere in his heart. It was as if something was about to sprout.