Seeing that his method had begun to work, Song Xiangran was overjoyed, but on the surface he still asked seriously: "So, Qingran, do you have to study hard and be admitted to the best art school in China in order to go one step closer to your dream?"

Fang Qingran, who has always been expressionless, is holding the pen at this moment, and it is rare to show a confused and innocent childish expression.

After a while, Fang Qingran nodded, and spit out a "um" word almost inaudibly.

Song Xiangran smiled with satisfaction, approached Fang Qingran, gently stroked Fang Qingran's soft hair, and said, "Qingran, will you study hard for your dreams?"

"I ...... I will ......" Fang Qingran, who was touched by Song Xiangran, was stunned, and then said hesitantly, "But I'm afraid...... Learn, learn badly. “

Song Xiangran squatted down, gently held Fang Qingran's wrist, looked at him seriously, and said, "Qingran, as long as you work hard, you will definitely reap the rewards, but if you don't work hard at all, there will definitely be no gains." “

After all, no matter how Fang Qingran is, he is still a thirteen-year-old boy, seeing that he seems to understand whether he understands or not, Song Xiangran smiled and continued: "I believe in you, Qingran, as long as you are willing, I will teach you." “

Song Xiangran, who was in front of him, looked at himself with a sincere face, and touched his head and held his wrist naturally...... From the first time she saw herself, she always smiled at herself.

Every time Fang Qingran wanted to lose his temper, but as soon as he saw Song Xiangran's smile, he seemed to be unable to get up immediately. Song Xiangran's smile and words have a kind of magic that can soothe people.

"Good. Fang Qingran swallowed his saliva and hesitated for a long time before nodding firmly.

"Okay, are you done with your diary?" Song Xiangran let go of Fang Qingran's wrist, stood up, and pointed to the notebook on the table.

Fang Qingran shook his head and said, "Not yet." “

"Then now, take out the language book first, let's take a general look at the language today, and then you can write a diary before going to bed. Song Xiangran bent down to close the diary for Fang Qingran and put it aside. "Such an important thing, you must write it down, right?"

Fang Qingran nodded and said, "Yes." “

So when Chen Meiyun went upstairs to deliver hot milk to Fang Qingran and Song Xiangran before bedtime, when she saw the scene in the room, the two cups of milk in her hand were almost unstable.

In front of the desk, a large and a small figure are gathering together to discuss the vocabulary on the language book. And Fang Qingran's attention to the almost brand new language book was unprecedented concentration.

"Let's review so much today, you first write down their appearance and pinyin, and I'll check you once a week." Song Xiangran closed the book with a smile, and then very naturally began to rub Fang Qingran's head.

"Mom, what are you doing standing......" When Fang Qingming went upstairs and was about to go back to the room, he saw Chen Meiyun standing at Fang Qingran's door without moving, so he followed curiously.

As a result, when he arrived at the door of Fang Qingran's room, Fang Qingming understood the reason why Chen Meiyun was "stunned".

Hearing Fang Qingming's voice, the two people in front of the desk turned around.

"Auntie, Brother Qingming, I just familiarized Qingran with some knowledge of Chinese textbooks. Song Xiangran withdrew his hand from Fang Qingran's head, walked up to Chen Meiyun with a smile and took the two cups of hot milk, "Thank you, Auntie, I'll bring it to Qingran......"

Before Song Xiangran could finish speaking, Fang Qingran, who was still sitting at the desk just now, had already appeared beside Song Xiangran, took the cup of hot milk, and drank it all.

This is the first time in history that Chen Meiyun and Fang Qingming have seen Fang Qingran not to coax or urge, and to consciously drink milk for a night.

"I'm going to sleep, good night. Fang Qingran stuffed the empty milk cup back into Chen Meiyun's hand, said this sentence a little unnaturally, and then quickly ran to his bed, covered the quilt, and did all the actions in one go.

Even Song Xiangran was a little surprised, it seemed that Fang Qingran was so well-behaved every night when he went to bed, not that today was an exception.

Waiting for Song Xiangran to finish drinking the hot milk, Chen Meiyun said with a smile: "Xiangran, I'm tired of shopping today, hurry up and go to rest and rest." “

"Well, good night Auntie. Song Xiangran also said with a smile, his eyes aimed at Fang Qingming next to him, and he said "good night" with an unnatural expression, and ran back to his room in small steps.

After Song Xiangran left, Chen Meiyun gently closed the door of Qingran's room above, and said with emotion: "Xiangran, this girl is really unusual, it's the first time I've seen Qingran so well-behaved......

Fang Qingming recalled the inexplicable shyness of "good night" just now, and nodded casually: "I think too." “

This girl is a little different. Innocent and romantic, enthusiastic and honest, bold and careful, but with some maturity and stability that is not quite in line with this age.

The most surprising thing is that as soon as Song Xiangran came out, Fang Qingming, the violent little devil, didn't have a seizure for most of the day, as if he was a quiet, introverted and docile little boy.

It was a long night, and the summer breeze passed through the screen window and gently blew up the curtains, revealing the bright crescent moon in the quiet deep blue.

Fang Qingming, who was lying on the bed, looked at the silver moon outside the window, originally thinking about the recent work in his mind, but he didn't know why, the curved moon, looking at it, was a little familiar.

After thinking about it, Fang Qingming didn't come up with a result. It's just that after falling asleep, in his dream that night, there was a girl's eyes, laughing, it was the moon that bent around.

In the other room, the moonlight outside the window only faintly penetrated because the curtains were covered. Song Xiangran's eyes were staring at the ceiling, not knowing whose shadow was outside the window, swaying with the wind.

Some thoughts, some moods, and some feelings, I don't know when they appeared quietly and secretly sprouted, but the parties had no way of knowing.

Early the next morning, Song Xiangran was woken up by the sound of reading downstairs.

When Song Xiangran rubbed his eyes and walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked, in the small garden on the first floor, Fang Qingran was sitting in a rocking chair, holding a Chinese textbook, and reading aloud the words in a text.

"Qingran, good morning!" When Song Xiangran saw Fang Qingran like this, he couldn't help but feel a little more good for him, so he shouted at Fang Qingran downstairs.

Hearing Song Xiangran's voice, Fang Qingran raised his head to look at her, smiled at her, and said, "Morning, sister." “

Although Fang Qingran's words were not loud, Song Xiangran could see it clearly upstairs.

At the same moment, a warm current surged through the hearts of both people.