The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Song Xiangran originally heard that Fang Qingming was also going to go together, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart. But Fang Qingming's ignorant look seemed to be completely ignorant of this matter.

Is it true, Fang Qingming doesn't have that much affection for himself? Maybe the kindness and friendliness of his childhood playmate is just an illusion of his own?

Thinking like this, Song Xiangran silently moved his gaze from Fang Qingming's face to other places.

"You kid, Xiang Ran is going to college, give her a trip, what's wrong?" Fang Weihua glared at Fang Qingming angrily.

Seeing that the big guys had misunderstood, Fang Qingming hurriedly shook his hand and defended: "No, no, I'm thinking about it." “

Song Xiangran breathed a sigh of relief silently in his heart.

A few people chatted for a while, and it was late at night, and it was indeed not early. However, I haven't seen a few old friends for a long time, and I want to say more, but after all, when people reach middle age, most of them can't keep up with their physical strength.

"It's getting late, it's been a long time since I've had such a nice chat with someone. Gao Huijuan leaned on Chen Meiyun's shoulder and showed a pleasant smile, "It's just you, Meiyun." “

Chen Meiyun gently looked at the traces of time on Gao Huijuan's face, and said with emotion: "Yes, Huijuan, after you left, I haven't talked to anyone so freely for many years." “

Suddenly, the bitterness and bitterness of those years came up, and Gao Huijuan and Chen Meiyun had a few tears hanging from the corners of their eyes.

"Don't cry, Huijuan, this is fate, we meet again. Chen Meiyun wiped her tears for Gao Huijuan with a smile and said.

Gao Huijuan rarely cried when she wanted to cry like a child, and she laughed again soon after crying, she nodded, wiped her tears for Chen Meiyun, and said gently: "Well, don't panic, the coming day will be long." “

Seeing his wife with tears in his eyes, Song Jianguo and Fang Weihua on the side were also a little sentimental, but the man didn't flick when he had tears, and he had already shed tears when they met, so he couldn't cry anymore at this time.

Therefore, Song Jianhua and Fang Weihua just glanced at each other, and then smiled.

"Alright, it's not too early, let's rest. Gao Huijuan urged everyone with a smile, and then turned to Song Xiangran and said, "You go and get a bed and quilt for your brother Qingming, I will find it and put it in my room." “

"Good. Song Xiangran nodded, and trotted towards Gao Huijuan's room.

Fang Qingming walked to his room, this is the most marginal room in the backyard of Song Xiangran's house, although the location is not very sunny, but fortunately, it is directly opposite Song Xiangran's room.

As long as Fang Qingming opened the curtains of the light blue floral cloth, he could see Song Xiangran's room not far away.

The white blinds were pulled up, and the curtains of the beige floral cloth were opened and tied on both sides, so that you could roughly see the layout in Song Xiangran's room.

Song Xiangran's desk was in front of the window, which was different from the room Fang Qingming lived in tonight, on the contrary, it was sunrise.

On the table in front of the window, there is a small pot of flowers, which looks like wildflower species can be found everywhere, but in that small pot, the color is particularly bright, and the branches are also very tough. Just like Song Xiangran's feeling, bright and full of vitality.

Almost the moment he saw the desk, Fang Qingming seemed to be able to see in his mind that on weekdays, when the sun was just right, Song Xiangran was sitting at the table, reading or studying leisurely with the blue sky and white clouds, and the pot of purple and blue flowers in front of the table.

The sunlight shone on Song Xiangran's face through the window, soft and warm......

was in a daze, and suddenly the voice of the girl who was smiling in his mind just now appeared in his ears: "Brother Qingming, Bo was taken." “

Only then did Fang Qingming look away, return to his usual expression, turn his head and say to Song Xiangran with a smile: "Thank you, Xiangran." “

"This, it's nothing, Brother Qingming, don't thank you. Song Xiangran only thought that this should be his own business.

After all, Fang Qingming's family came to the house as guests, not to mention that he just brought a bed quilt over, which was not a big deal. But Fang Qingming thanked himself seriously...... It actually made Song Xiangran a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, it made you rain today. Fang Qingming grinned, took the thin quilt, and accidentally touched Song Xiangran's hand, and both of them were stunned.

Speaking of the rain, Song Xiangran immediately recalled the muddy path in the afternoon, Fang Qingming grabbed his hand naturally, and the two of them supported each other all the way back.

Thinking of the temperature and touch of Fang Qingming's fingers, Song Xiangran's ears couldn't help but turn red. She realized that her ears were starting to get hot, and quickly brushed her hair forward.

"I can't blame you, I said I didn't bring an umbrella. Song Xiangran said with an embarrassed smile, and at the same time, he didn't know where to put his hand, so he couldn't help but play with his hair.

When I saw Song Xiangran before, she was wearing a high or low ponytail, and when she walked, the ponytail jumped behind her head. But tonight's Song Xiangran, because he scattered his ponytail after washing, his dark green hair was scattered over his shoulders, and he had a different kind of messy beauty.

It just so happened that the light in Fang Qingming's room was warm yellow, shining on Song Xiangran's body, there was a hazy beauty.

And Song Xiangran was unconsciously playing with her hair at this moment, she was wearing an elegant dress as pajamas, and there was some vague blush on her face.

Fang Qingming looked at it, and he couldn't take his eyes off it, feeling that Song Xiangran tonight was extraordinarily delicate.

"Ahem," Fang Qingming cleared his throat and pointed to the moon outside the window, "The view from this room is good, from this window, the night outside is beautiful." “

So Song Xiangran also looked at Fang Qingming's fingers, nodded and said approvingly: "Yes, although it is said that this house is not facing the sun, the scenery is good." Tonight's moon is so beautiful. “

"Hmm. Fang Qingming secretly looked at Song Xiangran in front of him, and silently added in his heart: You are also beautiful.

"It's not too early, Brother Qingming, you have to go back to the army tomorrow, right? Song Xiangran felt that he was in a particularly good mood tonight, smiled and waved his hand to Fang Qingming, and was about to leave.

"Hey, Xiangran. Fang Qingming didn't know what was going on, the ghost made the gods send the ground, so he stopped Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran, who heard his name, stopped and looked back: "What's the matter, Brother Qingming?"

The two of them looked at each other silently for a few seconds before Fang Qingming spoke: "The pot of flowers on your table is very beautiful." “

"Flowers?" Song Xiangran thought about it, and suddenly realized that the room of the two people was facing each other, and Fang Qingming must have seen his room clearly just now, and immediately blushed and ran out.