The lights in the living room suddenly turned on, and Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming were stunned.

Of course, Fang Qingran was also stunned.

Because in Fang Qingran's sight, Song Xiangran was almost leaning on Fang Qingming's arms, with tears on his face, and Fang Qingming's hand was placed on Song Xiangran's back and patted gently.

The two of them look very ambiguous.

However, in fact, the two parties only realized their current state after turning on the lights, and they both felt extremely embarrassed.

Darkness always gives an illusion.

But who knows if darkness will give people the truth?

Song Xiangran, who reacted, gently pushed Fang Qingming away, took a few tissues from the table, and quickly wiped his tears.

"Qingran, why did you come back so late?" Song Xiangran forced out a smile and said to Fang Qingran.

Fang Qingran sighed and said, "The teacher said that there were some places that needed to be changed, so he temporarily added an extra class. "

Hearing Fang Qingran's voice full of exhaustion, Song Xiangran couldn't bear to ask anything more, so he gently patted Fang Qingran's head and said, "It's hard, go wash up, and then go rest." "

I thought that after my own care, Fang Qingran would be selectively blind to the scene just now.

I saw Fang Qingran sweep back and forth between Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming with his eyes, and finally stopped his gaze on Song Xiangran's face.

Being looked at by Fang Qingran was a little embarrassed, and Song Xiangran had some bad premonitions in his heart.

"What's the matter, Qingran, is there anything on my face?" Song Xiangran touched his face.

"Sister, your eyes are red from crying. Fang Qingran looked at Song Xiangran's eyes and said.

Every time she cried, Song Xiangran's eyes would be as red as rabbit eyes, so there was no time when Gao Huijuan would not find out that she was crying.

Fortunately, Fang Qingran didn't ask about the hugging of Fang Qingming just now, and Song Xiangran relaxed his vigilance.

"I remembered some sad things just now, and I didn't hold back for a while, so I cried. Song Xiangran avoided the important and lightened it.

Who knows, after Fang Qingran put down his schoolbag, he walked to the living room and looked at the TV seriously.

Although Fang Qingming has pressed the pause button, Fang Qingran is very familiar with this movie, he was often deceived by Fang Qingming to watch this movie before.

Then, every time, Fang Qingran would be scared to cry.

But Fang Qingming sat on the sofa, playing with his fingers boredly, and when Fang Qingran looked at him, Fang Qingming shrugged his shoulders innocently.

"Sister Xiangran, aren't you watching horror movies?" Fang Qingran turned to look at Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran suddenly regretted a little, he knew that it was better not to tell the truth, and directly said that he was scared and crying when he watched a horror movie!

Now it's okay, Fang Qingran looked like he was about to break the casserole and ask to the end, and he was looking at Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming with a very ambiguous look.

Song Xiangran was a little embarrassed.

"There's very little homework, Qingran?" Fang Qingming saw Song Xiangran's embarrassment, so he stood up righteously.

Being poked by Fang Qingming in his sad place, Fang Qingran glared at Fang Qingming, then picked up his schoolbag and went upstairs.

Before leaving, Fang Qingran also grimaced at Fang Qingming and said with his mouth: "Shameless." "

Fang Qingming looked at Fang Qingran's back inexplicably, just watching a horror movie, why was it shameless?

"Brother Qingming, I, I don't watch it, I want to wash up, and then go to sleep. Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingming with some embarrassment and said.

The lights were turned on, and the good atmosphere of the horror movie disappeared because of Fang Qingran's interruption.

This horror movie is really not much to watch.

Fang Qingming nodded and said, "Then you go wash up first." "

As soon as the words fell, Song Xiangran almost ran upstairs.

If Fang Qingming was not mistaken, Song Xiangran's face just now seemed to be slightly red?

Fang Qingming shook his head and said to himself: "It must be an illusion, what is there to blush." "

It was a somewhat long night.

Mainly because Song Xiangran washed up early today, and then didn't want to do anything, so he had to go to bed and lie down first.

It seems to have been a dull life recently, but Song Xiangran always feels that some places are not as dull as they seem.

But what is wrong, Song Xiangran has never been able to say.

Thinking about it, Song Xiangran fell asleep with the moonlight.

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

In the past, Song Xiangran felt that it was very touching to hear Fang Qingran's reading. But today, she finally wanted to sleep in, but was woken up.

When he looked at the alarm clock and found that it was already nine o'clock, Song Xiangran had no choice but to lift the quilt and prepare to get up.

After washing up, Song Xiangran returned to the room where he slept, ready to change a set of clothes, and would have to go to school later.

I saw that when I went out with Fang Qingming yesterday, the white shirt and dress she was wearing hung on the back of the chair.

Seeing this white dress, Song Xiangran remembered that yesterday, Fang Qingming was also wearing a white shirt.

and when Fang Qingming went upstairs in the morning wearing only a pair of red pants, he had a sturdy back and a good-looking inverted triangle.

Originally, Song Xiangran thought that Fang Qingming's back was very good-looking and a little fugue, but suddenly remembered that Fang Qingming was wearing a pair of big red pants, so he burst out laughing.

I didn't expect Fang Qingming to look a little stuffy, and he liked such a warm color in private.

Breakfast was made by Fang Qingming, boiled millet porridge and steamed a few steamed buns, which was a breakfast.

Probably since eating the dishes made by Fang Qingming yesterday, Song Xiangran was full of praise for any food made by Fang Qingming.

After hearing that Song Xiangran had actually eaten the dishes made by Fang Qingming, Fang Qingran was so surprised that he was scalded by the hot porridge.

"Sister Xiangran, did you eat my brother's cooking?" Fang Qingran hurriedly took a sip of cold water and suppressed his shock.

Song Xiangran didn't understand why Fang Qingran was so excited, nodded disappreciatively, and said, "Yes, I think it's a pity that your brother doesn't go to be a chef." "

"If he dared to become a chef, his parents would probably break his legs. Fang Qingran thought of Fang Qingming when he said that he was going to be a chef before, and he was scolded by his parents so bloody, he couldn't help but feel secretly funny in his heart.

As if Fang Qingran was told an embarrassing thing, Fang Qingming stretched out his long legs and kicked Fang Qingran.

"Do you still drink the porridge?" Fang Qingming's brows furrowed, and his face was full of displeasure.

Fang Qingran flattened his mouth, lowered his head and drank porridge quietly.

Although Song Xiangran felt that there seemed to be some story in this, seeing that Fang Qingming obviously didn't want to mention it again, he didn't dare to ask.

After breakfast, Song Xiangran packed up his things and went back to school.

As soon as he arrived at the school, Song Xiangran saw Hou Tingting.

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