Xia He held the balloon, looked at the tiger's slightly contemptuous eyes, and suddenly remembered that when he saw Chang Qiming on the first day, he had this look, with a look of disgust, but while disgusted, he grabbed himself to work, and found that she had not officially gone to work, but after coming to be a newcomer familiar with the environment, he was even more disgusted, and while scolding in a low voice, he did things himself.

Chang Qiming has not changed so much, he doesn't seem to be like before, but he is still the same as before, arguing everywhere every day, catching strong men every day, and being teased by Yao Man every day, but there is more tenderness in his eyes.

Maybe it's his reconciliation with life, and what has been hurt, he has driven them out of his heart.

"Chang Qiming, what are you writing?" Xia He hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't put pen to paper.

Those wish-making behaviors hadn't been done since she woke up in a musty room. By the way, on her birthday, Fang Zeyu took her out for a spin and gave her a valuable bracelet, what wish did she make?

It's not that long, why can't you remember it? It's certainly not so sweet as "I want to win the hearts of one person," and it's certainly not such rhetoric as "sit back and wait to get rich."

Forget it, it's no better than spending energy on things that don't matter. Natsuwa drew a flower on the tiger's forehead.

"If only you knew your wishes. Chang Qiming flicked her forehead, and then rubbed Xia and the place where she was played.

Xia He turned the tiger balloon upside down, and on the back of the balloon, with a few strokes, filled the blank space. Xia He handed the balloon to Chang Qiming, and the tiger's witty face was directly in front of him.

"It's your turn. Xia He held the balloon, and the marker came out of the palm of his right hand. Cow Bar Literature Network

Chang Qiming took the pen with body temperature, looked at Xia He's head, his eyes were soft, he wrote very lightly and quickly, for fear that Xia He would be pressed if it was heavy, and that her arm would be sore if she wrote for a long time.

Chang Qiming picked up the balloon, touched the flower Xia He had just drawn, and slowly let go. The two looked up, Xia He wrote about health, and Chang Qiming wrote I wish you health.

As soon as Xia He's hand was closed, the string slid through his fingertips, and the hydrogen balloon slowly rose into the air, farther and farther away, smaller and smaller.

"It's time for me to go back. Xia He clenched his hands and spoke calmly.

"Is someone coming to pick you up?" Chang Qiming pretended not to see Xia He's forbearance.

Xia He nodded and did not speak. She had stumbled all the way here, how could she change her direction? She wasn't afraid of having someone side by side, and besides, she felt that she had always been the kind of person who could take advantage of it, and would never hesitate to drag it into the water. However, Chang Qiming is a person, she hopes that he will never know about those dark, hate-blinded, and ugly family struggles.

He just needs to be himself, hesitating what to eat every day, struggling to deliver the manuscript at the last minute, eager to knock on the author's door with a cannon barrel, and eager to hang the pile of people in the office on bamboo poles to dry the water in their heads.

"Well, I told him and he'll be there right away. Xia He hooked the rope on his wrist with his hand, wrapped it around his fingertips and let it go in circles.

Her body movements betrayed her, and for the first time, she couldn't hide her true emotions so much, which made her feel a little frustrated, more panicked, and for no reason.

Chang Qiming pushed Xia He to the position she said and stood behind her silently, this time, he didn't want Xia He to have any more accidents, he would stay until someone came to take the girl in front of him.