Xia He stuffed the doll into Ami's backpack: "This is my gift to Xiaoxi, as her godmother, she is a little poor, but she still can't be less loved." ”

"I didn't bring a gift for your birthday, what gift did you give?" Ami didn't know what was going on with Xia He's sudden seriousness.

Xia He smiled brightly: "It's the biggest gift that you can come, thank you, and you're willing to take care of me!"

Ami shook her shoulders, she never knew that Xia He had such a straightforward side, she used to have something to say for a long time, but now she doesn't blink her eyes when she confesses so bluntly, she just opens her mouth, and she makes rapid progress!

"If it weren't for the fact that you are Xiaoxi's godmother, I wouldn't bother to care about you!"

Xia He knew that she was duplicitous, and no matter how much she disliked herself, she tried her best to get to her.

The two of them disliked each other on the sofa for a while, and then suddenly began to sigh that the years have passed, and no one wants to mention those difficult pasts, but they will inevitably bring them out in the topic.

But most of the time, Ami is talking, because Xia He doesn't know the specific details, so he can only respond all the time and rarely talk.

Xia He kept looking at Ami with a smile, watching her indignant, watching her laugh, watching her talk about the people who made her heart, watching her complain about the trivial things in life......

Xia He is not a person who likes to listen, but she likes to listen to Ami speak, she thinks, the only light left in Xia He's heart should be brought to her by Ami, so that she persevered for such a long time, even if she was intercepted by herself later.

She can no longer act arbitrarily, she can't be presumptuous and willful, only what she likes and what she hates, she can understand every day she passes, this is the so-called growth.

After Ami left, Xia He sat on the sofa for a few more hours, and the calm after the excitement was like a needle, piercing her protective membrane.

So she hates the hustle and bustle, and once she gets used to dancing in the crowd, it's hard to go back to the silence of the past. She doesn't want to be alone, but she doesn't like that kind of loss.

It was dark, she didn't turn on the lights, the room was dull, some metal objects reflected the faint light outside, and the whole space looked a little weird.

She went to close the door in the dark, then counted the steps of the stairs, and went upstairs step by step.

When she was lying in bed, she felt like she had a lot of stuff in her head, but she couldn't figure it out. She is not such an easily lost person, but at this moment she feels that she is hypocritical.

Why is this happening, because Xia He is going to have a birthday? But what does this have to do with himself?

Xia He felt a little stuffy in his chest, and tore open his shirt at will, and the scene outside the window was reflected on the ceiling, looking like a ghost bred by the night. She took out her phone and prepared to look for some part-time jobs online.

She had no experience and opened one web page after another without purpose, and the phone suddenly stuck, and then a number jumped out, so scared that Xia He's hands trembled, and she didn't hold the phone, and the phone fell directly on her face.

“…… It hurts!" Xia He took away his phone and rubbed his nose.

For a moment, she didn't remember who the owner of the number was, so she could only pick up the phone first.

"Which one?" Natsuwa kneaded his nose, his voice muffled.

"Xia He, I'm Huang Yuqiu. The girl's voice on the other end of the phone was very gentle, but Xia He's voice made her a little worried, "Are you okay?"

Xia He sat up: "It's okay, I was just smashed by my mobile phone." ”