"You ......" Peaches raised her head suddenly, looking into the pair of warm eyes like black jade, and for a while she was so moved that she didn't know what to say, the little sweetness in her heart seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and her whole person seemed to be sitting in the clouds, with a fluttering sense of unreality.

After the decoration style was settled, he began to compare the decoration company, and then went to the building materials market to investigate, carefully compare which brand and which quality was better, and waited until everything was ready, just waiting for Shen Mochen to hand over the responsibility of project supervision to him after the start of the university.

The short summer vacation passed in a flash.

Shen Mochen University has not yet opened, and Peach's senior year preparatory class has already begun.

The so-called preparatory class is to take advantage of the extra class time 20 days before the start of school.

And Shen Mochen still insists on sending peaches to school every morning.

"On such a hot day, you can just rest at home, you don't have to go to such trouble to send my ......" Peach obediently sat on the back seat of Shen Mochen's bicycle, one arm gently wrapped around his lean waist, and whispered.

"I won't be able to send you for a few days anyway." Shen Mochen's voice was faint, and a pair of delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "I sent you to school every day since I was a child, and I am finally about to be freed." ”

"......" Peaches was still full of emotion, but after hearing this sentence, it instantly evaporated without a trace.

"Why don't you speak?" Not hearing the expected rebuttal, Shen Mochen turned his head slightly and looked at the peach sitting in his back seat.

"Hey......" Momoko let out a long sigh, leaned her head on his back, and muttered, "You'll start school in a few days, but it's a pity that the day you start school, although it's a weekend, you still have to go to class normally in the third year of high school......"

"Yes." Shen Mochen replied in a low voice, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said lightly: "Want to send me?" ”

“…… Don't want to! Peaches almost blurted out the word "think", but when she thought of Shen Mochen's general tone just now, which seemed to be finally relieved, she immediately turned her tongue and swallowed the word "think" back into her mouth.

"It's good if you don't want to, so you don't have to cry and cry when the time comes, and you can't give up on my clothes." The corners of Shen Mochen's lips were slightly hooked, and how could he not know how he could not know about Peach's little caution.

"Who is crying, how is it possible, when have you seen me crying?" Peach's big eyes glared fiercely at his back, and a ruddy little mouth was bulging with anger,

"Oh...... A certain ...... When you're in the laboratory......" Shen Mochen said slowly and meaningfully, his tone was full of ambiguity.

"......" Peaches was reminded by him, and finally remembered that once in the laboratory, he was bullied and was powerless to resist, and the tragic experience of pear blossoms bringing rain, and he was sad and angry for a while, and seeing that he was about to arrive at the school gate, he jumped directly from the back seat of Shen Mochen's bicycle, and after making a grimace at him, he ran away directly.

Shen Mochen stopped the bicycle, propped one foot on the ground, and watched the back of the peach gradually running away, the early morning sun slowly sprinkled down, the leaves shone with a warm luster in the sun, the breeze passed, the trees were incense, the warm warmth was permeated in the faint morning light, and the faint smile on the corner of the lips finally disappeared slowly.