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But when Mu Qian closed his eyes, the picture just now appeared......

The first thing that catches her eye is Song Shijing's slender waist, and the picture flashes, it is her lips that are close to her slightly closed eyes, and the picture flashes again......

Xiao Ling took the scissors and pointed at himself who was sleeping in the morning, clicking......

Before he could dream, Mu Qian had already woken up. The nose smelled the very familiar girl's fragrance, my sister's ...... Sure enough, he was driven to Xiaoling's room.

Xiao Ling occupied his brother's bunk, and the bed was given to the guest Song Shijing.

It's not that Xiao Ling is very sensible to emulate Kong Rong's allusion to the pear, but she thinks that the ground bunk is the place where her brother sleeps the most recently, and of course she has to occupy it!

Night, quietly.

Mu Qian tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, while Xiao Ling held on, staring at Song Shijing on the bed, afraid that she would do something bad to her brother at night.

On the contrary, it was Song Shijing, lying on Mu Qian's bed, pillowing Xiao Ling's pillow, and quickly fell asleep.

She felt that her spiritual power had become much lighter, and her whole body was warm, but her skin felt cold and very comfortable.

Soon, she was breathing evenly, her voice was softer, and she fell asleep peacefully...... It's been the first time she's slept so heavily since she came to town.

A strange sense of security.

When she fell asleep, Xiao Ling secretly lay on the side of the bed, carefully looking at Song Shijing's face. Xiao Ling held her chin and kept thinking about something, of course, the girl's mind was elusive, maybe she was running out of whims one day.

"Bad woman, don't snatch your brother!" Xiao Ling said softly, lay back on the floor, and quickly fell asleep......

It's a very serious question: what if you can't sleep?

Mu Qian's closed eyes suddenly opened, and they were bloodshot and sleepy.

Counting sheep?

How can a weak creature like a sheep make the strongest demon king in history count and count? If you want to count, count the two-headed demon dragon!

Forget it, let's count the latest galactic battleships, that thing's firepower is okay. If sheep can compare to humans, that kind of warship can just compare to him, the demon king.

'One sheep, two sheep, three sheep......

It's just that the quantifier has changed!

‘…… Five hundred sheep, five hundred and one sheep, five hundred and two sheep......

Yawning, the bloodshot in Mu Qian's eyes continued.

It's not the way to go.

Mu Qian turned over and patted his hand on his abdomen, there were blood-colored traces flickering on it, but no strength leaked out.

Start self-examination: the blood is too vigorous, the body does not want to rest at all, the brain is in a shallow state of excitement, and there are a few more pictures in the subconscious:

The slender waist tied up at the hem of the shirt, the eyelashes and jelly lips on that face.

Erase...... Forget it, keep it, it's a more precious memory picture.

Took out the phone, Mu Qian brushed the dynamics of his friends, at this point in time, if someone didn't sleep, they must be playing games all night, and they couldn't find anyone to chat.

I just wanted to put down the phone, and a dynamic refresh.

Zhu Su: No one sleeps tonight! I will protect the beautiful girl's stockings!

Play the game, hit the hi guy!

It's really boring enough!Mu Qian casually clicked a thumbs up and left a comment...... Sleepiness hit him when he was slightly distracted, and he finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

slept later than the dog and woke up earlier than the chicken, which is what happened to Mu Qian at this time.

In order to prevent his parents from accidentally bumping into Song Shijing, he and his mother, who was busy with breakfast, appeared in the living room on the first floor at the same time.

"What's the matter, Xiao Qian, why did you get up so early?" Mom looked at his dark circles and jumped, "Didn't you sleep well?

"It's okay Mom," Mu Qian took a can of drink in the refrigerator, "I slept too late last night, I'll go back and get some sleep." ”

Mom squinted and smiled, "Don't get caught up in computer games, and don't get caught up in things that make your body weak." ”

"Got it......"

Mu Qian hung his head and was a little powerless to complain...... What the hell is it to make the body weak? Mom's girlhood is probably a typical representative of pink and black!

climbed upstairs, opened the door of his room and peeked at it, and found that the two girls on the bed on the ground were sleeping on their sides, still facing each other, Mu Qian was a little relieved.

Song Shijing...... Troublesome spirits. ”

sighed leisurely, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and tidied up his housekeeping.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, Mu Qian, who has been taking Xiaoling to run, is very weird today to stay at home, walking upstairs and downstairs.

"Dad, morning. ”

"Early, why are your eyes dark?

Mu Qian hurriedly said: "No, I love games and stay up late!"

"This is youth!" Zhen Haohan patted his son on the shoulder, "Don't always feel restricted, it's all right." ”

The adoptive father who just got up also seemed to be a little confused, a little less rigid on weekdays, and a lot more kind.

Mu Qian nodded with a smile and asked, "By the way, Dad, when did you and your mother start falling in love?" ”

"...... in love" Zhen Haohan's spirit recovered a little, and he joked with a smile: "Xiaoqian has really grown up." Come, sit here, and don't let your mom see it. ”

The father and son sat at the top of the stairs, but fortunately the two men were of medium to thin build, and they could just sit down side by shoulder.

Mom leaned over and looked at the side, chuckled, and went back to cooking.

"Do you have a girl you like?" Zhen Haohan asked.

Mu Qian coughed, his fingers scratching the corners of his eyebrows, "It's just that I have this idea, and I haven't found anyone to implement it." ”

"I'm not afraid of this," Zhen Haohan patted Mu Qian's back, "You are different from me when I was young, I wore glasses when I was young, and I belong to the type of person who can't remember me if I don't go to school." ”

Is that just a very ordinary meaning?

What a desirable realm, Mu Qian sighed, he also has the same troubles as ordinary high school students......

If you can skip school and play games unscrupulously, you can get a full score every day, and every day a girl takes the initiative to come over with a lunch box and ask if you want to eat together...... This is the high school where the protagonist's halo is open!

"Mom must have been pretty back then, right?"

"Well, it's beautiful," Zhen Haohan nodded with a smile, "Maybe God is fair, and he polished my various attributes very well, but he gave me a gentle and beautiful childhood sweetheart." ”

So that's it......

"At that time, the two families were more familiar, and we played together from childhood to ......adulthood," Zhen Haohan remembered the past of that year, and the conversation box opened.

Mom was busy in the kitchen, and she could vaguely hear what the father and son were saying, softly humming the latest popular songs.

At the staircase on the second floor, Song Shijing was standing by the wall, slowly wiping her freshly washed face with a tissue, and listening to the conversation between the father and son below.

It's really nice to have a father as a life coach.

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she thought about it.

Mu Qian: "Dad, what are the specific manifestations of love?"

"Haha, don't take this as a question, this is a test of life!" Zhen Haohan said with a smile, with a look of memory in his eyes, "The feeling of being in love should be like eating ketchup, sour, sweet, falling to the ground, and there is a sense of youth dripping blood." ”

Muqian: ......

"You're going to think about where you're going to meet her, and you're going to care if she's looking at you. Zhen Haohan chuckled, "I still care about her laughing with other boys, whether she laughs happier than when she is with you." ”

It's a valuable experience.

Mu Qian remembered it in his heart, and began to compare the girls he had contacted one by one, and for a while he didn't find out who he had a ketchup feeling for anyone.

There is also the sense of immediacy that youth is bleeding.

"Come on!" Zhen Haohan patted Mu Qian's shoulder and stood up in loose pajamas, "If you want to fall in love, your mother and I will not object, after all, you are so good, your mother and I can rest assured." ”

Sure enough, the parents were so enlightened that they had allowed such a thing to happen.

"And you're at that age, too. But remember...... If you have to think twice about everything, men must have a sense of restraint on themselves. ”

"Well, I remember!"

"Go and tell Xiaoling to get up and get ready to eat. ”

Mu Qian felt that his life orientation and values suddenly became much clearer.

If you have time, you should talk to your father more. In terms of life, this man who has already started a family and supports the family can be regarded as an absolute authoritative expert.

When the family of four was eating, Song Shijing could only wait upstairs, and when her parents went to work, she could move freely at home.

At the dinner table, Dad Zhen looked at the tomato omelette and tomato noodles in front of him...... No, to be precise, it should be a few noodles floating on a bowl of ketchup, and the face is black.

Xiao Ling blinked, not knowing what was wrong.

The mother folded her hands beside her face, completely different from the dark and distorted painting style next to her husband, and behind her was a blooming happy flower.

Sure enough, it's very ketchup.

Mu Qian lowered his head to eat, drink, and hold back his laughter, sometimes it is really a very hard thing.

……

Although it is not right to rummage through other people's cupboards, Song Shijing, who was bored, 'accidentally' took out a diary, turned her head to look at the door of the room with a weak heart, and accidentally opened the title page.

"What is this?"

Is this his handwriting? It seems pretty pretty.

Song Shijing chuckled and slowly opened the diary......

"Huh?"

She was stunned.