"CAFA. Fang Qingran naturally stuffed the peeled shrimp into his mouth.

In fact, the relationship between Fang Qingming and Fang Qingran has always been very good, but because of the art incident, Fang Qingran began to resist Fang Qingming.

But since Song Xiangran appeared, the two brothers seem to get along better.

The Central Academy of Fine Arts is one of the best art universities in China, and Fang Qingming's dream was to go there for further study.

It's a pity that it backfired, Fang Weihua's attitude was very resolute, and there were various practical factors, which caused Fang Qingming to finally give up his dream.

Therefore, when Fang Qingming heard Fang Qingran's mouth collapse from this school, he was not surprised at all, and was even very relieved and happy.

"Come on. Fang Qingming stuffed the shrimp in his hand directly into Fang Qingran's mouth, then took off his gloves and began to eat his fried rice.

Chewing the shrimp in his mouth, Fang Qingran felt that he was in a particularly good mood.

Seeing that the relationship between the two brothers is gradually getting better, Fang Weihua and Chen Meiyun are also very pleased.

After dinner, it was still early, and Chen Meiyun proposed to take Song Xiangran to the famous Bund in Feng City for a few laps.

Although Kobayashi Village is also in Toyo City, it is located in the far corner of Toyo City and is very remote. Therefore, Song Xiangran has never been to the Bund.

At eight o'clock at night, the Bund is a weekend, and there are many tourists.

The wind blows from the water, carrying the humidity and coolness characteristic of summer, and whirls around the neck of the visitor, striking a burst of excitement.

Pedestrians come and go, couples hold hands and bow their heads intimately and murmur, and relatives chatter and walk leisurely.

From the Bund, you can enjoy a panoramic view of the night view of Toyoshi.

Feeling the wind blowing from the sea and looking at Fengshi in the distance, Song Xiangran realized his insignificance for the first time and realized that this world is so vast.

"It's beautiful. Song Xiangran sighed to himself.

Fang Qingming next to him turned his head to look at Song Xiangran when he heard the sound, and there was a hazy beauty on Song Xiangran's side face against the light under the street lamp.

"The view is great and very open. Fang Qingming refocused his gaze on the night view of Fengshi in the distance.

"Brother Qingming, I'm chasing my dreams. Song Xiangran didn't look at Fang Qingming, but looked into the distance and said thoughtfully.

The word dream, Fang Qingming has not heard it for a long time.

It seems that the word dream is hundreds of millions of light-years away from oneself, and it is out of reach.

It seems that dreaming, in the adult world, is ethereal, unpredictable, meaningless and unreal.

It seems that dreams can only come out of the mouth of a child, so that they seem less ...... Unreal. Because, dreams, only the bravest dare to chase.

"Once, I felt that my life was dark and hopeless," Song Xiangran recalled his miserable last life, "but now, I am about to go to college." I'm really going to be a college student. I started the university life I had always dreamed of. “

"All of this, sometimes when I wake up in bed, it doesn't even feel real. Song Xiangran said, the corners of his mouth slowly rising, then turned his head to look at Fang Qingming, and continued, "Brother Qingming, as long as you still have hope and the seeds of the dream in your heart have not been extinguished, you can let it continue to sprout." “

Fang Qingming didn't understand what Song Xiangran's dark days were referring to, so he regarded those bad days in Song Xiangran's mouth as the hardships he had suffered in Xiaolin Village.

If you want to say what is most scarce for young people in this era, it is nothing more than a kind of courage, the courage to dare to pursue the true thoughts of one's heart, and the courage to face reality.

Unlike all the girls Fang Qingming had seen before, although Song Xiangran grew up in Xiaolin Village and had hardly been to a big city, his vision was much higher than that of most of the daughters who grew up in the city and lived a prosperous life.

And what is even more commendable is that Song Xiangran does not care about fate, has a tenacity, and at the same time, looks at the world with sincere and naïve eyes.

No wonder every time I see Song Xiangran, I feel that her eyes are not only beautiful, but also very clear. When looking at Song Xiangran, Fang Qingming always couldn't help but be attracted to her.

"Well, I'll seriously consider it, thank you. Fang Qingming looked at the broken hair in Song Xiangran's ears fluttering in the wind in a daze, and his tone was very sincere.

"Let's come on, Fang Qingming!" Song Xiangran smiled at Fang Qingming, and two cute pear vortices appeared on his lips.

The night is late, and the evening breeze at the end of August is gradually dyed with a less pleasant coolness.

Seeing that it was not too early, Chen Meiyun urged everyone to go home.

Back at Fang's house, Song Xiangran went upstairs to wash, preparing to go to bed early, hoping to go to school in a good state tomorrow.

Suddenly, someone knocked on Song Xiangran's door.

"Who?" Song Xiangran had just finished blowing his hair and was lifting the thin quilt and preparing to go to bed.

The person outside the door was silent, and after a while, Song Xiangran almost thought that he had heard it wrong, and when he was about to turn off the lights, the person knocked on the door again.

"I, Fang Qingran. Fang Qingran's voice sounded a little muffled.

"Oh, Qingran, come in, the door is unlocked. Song Xiangran lifted the quilt and prepared to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Fang Qingran threw himself into Song Xiangran's arms, and said in a choked voice: "Sister, will you still come to make up for me?"

Song Xiangran was stunned, then smiled and touched Fang Qingran's head, and said, "Of course it will, I told my aunt that I will come to make up for you every week." “

"Really? Fang Qingran raised his head and looked at Song Xiangran, his eyes shining.

"Well, I don't lie to you. Song Xiangran nodded affirmatively and said.

So Fang Qingran stretched out his little finger and said, "Pull the hook." “

"Okay, the hook hanging will not change for a hundred years!" Song Xiangran hadn't played this set for many years, but that mantra was deeply imprinted in her heart, and she came as soon as she opened her mouth.

Who knew that Fang Qingran's little face twisted to the side with disdain, and said with disgust: "I don't say what these little girls say, it's so naïve." “

"Poof, okay, go to sleep, good night. Song Xiangran said with a smile, thinking that he didn't know who stretched out his hand to pull the hook first, and dared to dislike her mantra at this time.

Fang Qingran willingly went back to his room to sleep.

Sure enough, as Song Xiangran expected, the night before school started, she tossed and turned in bed, her cerebral cortex was very active, and she was so excited that she couldn't sleep.

The next day, because I was excited, I woke up early.

To Song Xiangran's surprise, Fang Qingran and Fang Qingming were already having breakfast in the restaurant downstairs.

"Wow, you're so early. Song Xiangran said in surprise.