I have a special feeling when I hear your voice, and I can't help but forget you, and I remember a person who will always remain in my heart, even if I can only think of you like this.

If one day, the ideal of love will be realized, I will redouble my efforts to never change to you, no matter how far the road is, I will definitely let it come true, I will gently say to you in your ear to say to you:

I love you~ I love you~ like a mouse loves rice

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Hang Wanqing, who was holding the menu and was flipping through it, instinctively raised her head and looked at Song Ming opposite when she heard the passage of "I love you, love you, just like a mouse loves rice". She had just remembered Song Ming's love letter to Zhang Yan in her hotel room, and the line on it was not exactly "I love you, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice"?

Hang Wanqing couldn't help but ask Song Ming, who was also stunned: "The love letter you wrote to Zhang Yan couldn't have been copied from this song, right?"

At that time, Song Ming swore in front of Mr. Hang that the love letter was his original, and he really hadn't heard this song, so how could he plagiarize it. So Song Ming naturally wouldn't admit it, and shouted: "I haven't heard this song, who sang it?"

"I think it's the first time I've heard this song. Hang Wanqing frowned and said, she already believed that Song Ming was not lying. She, the girl who loves to listen to new songs the most, has never heard this song, and Song Ming, who stays in school every day, is unlikely to hear it.

The waiter on the side interjected at this time and said: "This is a new song that has just come out, and at present, the whole street can only be heard in our most beautiful barbecue restaurant, and it is normal that you have not heard it." ”

"Isn't it? Hang Wanqing suddenly said coquettishly.

Song Ming handed the menu to the waiter and asked him to serve it first. As soon as the waiter left, Hang Wanqing's eyes glared at Song Ming's face, making Song Ming think that he had tweed on his face.

"You really haven't heard this song before?" asked Hang Wanqing curiously.

Song Ming couldn't cry or laugh, "I really haven't heard of it, why don't you swear?"

"That's not necessary. Hang Wanqing hurriedly waved her hand, and said to herself: "Speaking of which, the thing you wrote a love letter to classmate Zhang Yan was three months ago, and the waiter just said that this song is new, and it may not be heard on the website, so you can't copy it if you want to." ”

"That's right. Song Ming slapped the table to express his agreement with Hang Wanqing's statement, but caused the other party to have a very lethal white eye. Hang Wanqing blamed him for slapping the table to scare her. Song Ming looked innocent, it was too difficult to be with Teacher Hang.

The store is still singing on a loop:

I love you~ I love you~ just like a mouse loves rice~ no matter how much wind and rain ~ I will still be with you;

I miss you~ I miss you~ no matter how bitter it is~ as long as it can make you happy~ I am willing to love you like this.

Song Ming was thinking in his heart, why was this so coincidental, and then thinking of the love letter he wrote to Zhang Yan's classmate, the reminder given by the no-do or death system, he inevitably suspected again that the no-do or die system that kept forcing him to die was very likely to be a high-tech product from the future. It's just that the system has been pretending to be dead, and no matter how it scolds, it doesn't respond, otherwise you can ask it "face to face".

"Song Ming. Hang Wanqing suddenly called him at this time, and his tone was very gentle.

Song Ming only felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard this, and he didn't know which play Mr. Hang was playing.

Hang Wanqing didn't care if he could stand it or not, and continued to say softly: "I'm your sister, right?"

Song Ming nodded instinctively.

Hang Wanqing smiled with satisfaction at his answer, and then said as a matter of course: "It's actually your sister, shouldn't you also write me a love letter." ”

What kind of logic is this?

Song Ming couldn't cry or laugh, besides, how could he write any love letters, the love letters to Zhang Yan's classmates were all systematically taught, and they had nothing to do with him. Now that Mr. Hang asks him for a love letter, isn't this embarrassing for the student?

"What, don't you want to?" said Hangwan Qingjiao.

Song Ming nodded instead of shaking his head, so he had to say truthfully: "Sister, it's not a matter of being willing or not, this is an inspiration, where did I get the inspiration when I'm hungry now." ”

"Writing love letters also pays attention to inspiration? Doesn't it look at whether the feelings for the other party are deep?" Hang Wanqing asked suspiciously, expressing her disbelief in Song Ming's nonsense.

Song Ming broke out in a cold sweat, he couldn't guess what Hang Wanqing was thinking at this moment, isn't this love letter only written to the person he likes?

Song Ming secretly glanced at the big beauty opposite, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "Sister, can you eat enough first and then talk about this? ”

"What do you say, begging for a beating. Hang Wanqing picked up a pair of roots and made a gesture to knock Song Ming's head.

Song Ming shrugged his head and raised his hand in surrender.

Hang Wanqing glared at him fiercely, telling him to think quickly, and if he couldn't think of it, he was not allowed to eat. This kid even dares to keep warm~, his courage is getting bigger and bigger.

Faced with the oppression of Teacher Hang, Song Ming had to pretend to be thinking seriously. But when the grilled fish was served, he took the lead in picking up a piece and put it in the bowl opposite Hang Wanqing.

"Count on you and have a little conscience. Hang Wan said coquettishly. Song Ming sandwiched the meat of the fish's belly for her, and that was the best part of the whole fish. Hang Wanqing was happy, so naturally he wouldn't let Song Ming go hungry.

A grilled fish, a snail, and a cucumber, all three of them were all sunny, but except for the cucumber, the other two went into Song Ming's stomach, and Hangwanqing only symbolically ate a little.

"When you're full, you're comfortable. Song Ming patted his bulging belly and burped in satisfaction.

"Full?" Hang Wanqing asked with concern, but there was a sly glint in her eyes,

Song Ming Bacheng had already put Hang Wanqing asking him to write a love letter to her, and when he saw the other party asking, he naturally said truthfully: "I'm full, twelve points full." ”

Hang Wanqing smiled, but in the eyes of Song Ming on the other side, he suddenly felt a sigh in his heart, knowing that something bad was going to happen. Sure enough, Hang Wanqing brought up the love letter again.

Song Ming was completely speechless, and he had to ask for help again and die if he didn't do it, because he really couldn't write love letters.

Big brother, are you in a hurry!

Uncle, can I call you uncle, can you give a hint?

Under Song Ming's repeated begging and flattery, the system finally responded.

Bite!

"9527, the system has detected that what you are asking for has nothing to do with the system task, please solve it by yourself, if you disturb the system to rest, you will bear the consequences. ”

Uncle, can't you be accommodating? Song Ming said hurriedly.

The system did not respond.

Song Ming was suddenly angry and scolded: I'll go to your uncle's house.

The system still didn't respond.

Helpless, Song Ming had no choice but to give up, there was no hope for the help system, so he could only rely on himself.

At this time, Hang Wanqing on the opposite side said with a straight face: "You can't write the same." ”

Song Ming understood the meaning of Mr. Hang's words, that is, he couldn't tell Hang Wanqing the love letter he wrote to Zhang Yan as it was. The love letter to Zhang is "I love you, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice", in which a mouse loves to eat rice is something that a three-year-old child knows, what else does he like to eat in nature?

Song Ming, who was in deep thought, suddenly had a flash of inspiration when he thought of this, and thought of a sentence.