Life is gradually back on track, Song Xiangran and Song Cha read books in the library every day except for classes, and they have a comfortable life.

Every weekend, Song Xiangran would also go to Fang Qingran to make up for the lesson, and he could eat the dishes made by Chen Meiyun, and Song Xiangran felt very happy.

This Friday, Song Xiangran packed up the things he was going to take to Fang's house, although it was already afternoon, but seeing that the sun was just right outside the window, Song Xiangran suddenly wanted to take out the denim bib pants that Chen Meiyun had bought for him from the wardrobe on a whim.

Except for wearing this denim bib once at the beginning of school, Song Xiangran did not wear it again. Because he was busy at school most of the time, Song Xiangran had almost no heart to dress up.

After putting on the denim bib pants, Song Xiangran took out a pair of pink socks with small lace from the drawer, which matched her pink top.

After getting dressed, Song Xiangran caught a glimpse of the dresser box on the table, a set of cosmetics inside, which she had hardly used, and many of which had not been opened at all.

Probably because the weather was very good today, Song Xiangran wanted to take care of himself.

So when Song Cha came back from the library, what he saw was Song Xiangran sitting in front of the mirror, his movements were very clumsy and wearing makeup.

"Xiang Ran, what kind of wind is blowing today, and you are willing to touch your cosmetics?" Song Cha felt that Song Xiangran's beginner makeup was very interesting, so he put down his schoolbag and moved his own chair to sit next to him.

I saw Song Xiangran pick up the puff and pat it directly on his face a few times, and then picked up an eyeliner and drew eyeliner on his hand tremblingly.

But when the novice was on the road, he couldn't grasp the strength and direction well, and Song Xiangran wiped and wiped the eyeliner. The final result was that Song Xiangran painted two obvious blushes on both sides of his cheeks, the eyeliner was painted but the thickness was not consistent, and because he had rubbed it too many times, there was a faint black on his eyelids.

"How's it going, isn't it good?" Song Xiangran looked in the mirror for a while, then turned his head to look at Song Cha, looked at Song Cha expectantly and said.

In fact, Song Cha is also a girl who doesn't know how to make up, she touched her chin, looked up and down with interest, nodded and said, "It's okay, I don't think your lipstick color is enough, and it can't match eye makeup." "

"Well, I'll still wear lipstick. Song Xiangran humbly accepted the suggestion, then picked up the red lipstick and applied it to his lips.

After some tossing, Song Xiangran went out with his small schoolbag and took the bus to Fang's house.

But when he walked to the gate of the school, Song Xiangran found that there was a very familiar car in the parking space. When I got closer, it turned out to be Fang Qingming's car.

Just as he was thinking about whether Fang Qingming was coming, the window on the main driver's seat rolled open, Fang Qingming poked out his head and said to Song Xiangran: "Get in the car." "

Thinking that he didn't have to squeeze the bus, Song Xiangran was naturally happy.

It wasn't until Song Xiangran sat in the co-pilot's seat that Fang Qingming discovered that Song Xiangran was "dressed up" today.

Seeing that Fang Qingming had not started the car, but stared at himself, Song Xiangran thought that his makeup today was too moving, which amazed Fang Qingming, and he was a little shy in his heart.

"Brother Qingming, why haven't you opened it yet?" Song Xiangran brushed the hair in his ears with his hand, and his voice unconsciously became softer.

"Oh," Fang Qingming turned his head in response, but Yu Guang still unconsciously noticed Song Xiangran next to him, and finally couldn't help it, so he said, "Xiangran, why did you suddenly remember to put on makeup today?"

"This," Song Xiangran turned his head to look at Fang Qingming and laughed, his reddened lips were like two sausages at this moment, "I'm in a good mood today, so I remembered to put on makeup, it's the first time I've put on full makeup." "

Hearing Song Xiangran say that it was the first time for him to put on makeup, Fang Qingming nodded knowingly, and said casually: "No wonder." "

"What's the wonder?" Song Xiangran thought that he had missed something, and leaned his face closer to Fang Qingming again.

was so frightened that Fang Qingming almost didn't grasp the steering wheel.

"Ahh As the car shook, Song Xiangran's body fell towards Fang Qingming due to gravity.

Fortunately, Fang Qingming's driving skills passed, and soon the car returned to stability.

"Brother Qingming, what's wrong?" Song Xiangran touched his forehead painfully, thinking that there was a traffic accident in front of him.

In fact, it was not a traffic accident outside, but an accident inside the car.

After brewing for a long time, Fang Qingming cleared his throat and secretly glanced at Song Xiangran several times before he hesitated and asked, "Xiangran, do you want to wash your face?"

"Why do you want to wash your face?" Song Xiangran thought that Fang Qingming was worried that he was feeling hot, so he reached out and fanned himself, and said very curiously: "I don't think it's hot." "

"I mean, take off your makeup or something. Fang Qingming was afraid that telling the truth would hurt Song Xiangran's heart, but he was afraid that Fang Qingran would faint in fright when he saw Song Xiangran like this.

Song Xiangran only then understood what Fang Qingming meant, his head "buzzed", his face suddenly turned red, and he nodded hesitantly and said, "Very, isn't it ugly, my makeup?"

"Well, it's not pretty, but it's your first time putting on makeup, and mistakes are inevitable. Fang Qingming put his tone very softly, for fear that Song Xiangran would cry sadly in the next second.

But Song Xiangran is still very strong, but he feels a little embarrassed.

So Song Xiangran took out a pack of wet wipes from his bag and began to wipe it on his face.

After wiping it for a while, Song Xiangran felt that his face was about to be scratched. But if you don't wipe it, I'm afraid you'll lose your face to Grandma Liu's house, right?

It is estimated that Chen Meiyun bought waterproof cosmetics for Song Xiangran, and Song Xiangran wiped it for a long time, but there were still a lot of residues on his face.

Thinking that he was going to face others so ugly, Song Xiangran felt a little aggrieved.

"Brother Qingming, I can't wipe it off. Song Xiangran pinched a bunch of wet wipes, looked at Fang Qingming with some grievances, and his voice began to choke.

Just when he was waiting for the green light, Fang Qingming let go of the steering wheel and looked at Song Xiangran, and found that Song Xiangran was crying, and a pair of deer-like eyes were looking at him pitifully.

Although there was still some makeup left on his face, the eyeliner was also flowered under the eyes due to the tears shedding, and the hair was a little messy.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet, the noise outside the car window was background music, and the girl in front of her had a few crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes, and her eyes were sad and moving.

Fang Qingming, a woman with exquisite makeup, has seen a lot, and makeup like this still makes people feel good-looking, Song Xiangran is the first.

Maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's all a dream, Fang Qingming felt that in the entire carriage, he could only hear his own heartbeat.

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