After leaving the school gate and walking through three small shops, you will pass through a happy street.

Lu Buli is the last to walk every time, and every time he crosses this happy street, he walks alone.

So she always wonders, why is Happiness Street called Happiness Street?

On this day, Lu Buli had a high fever at night, his whole body was hot, and his voice was hoarse, and finally his parents gave her a holiday to let her rest.

She turned on the computer and began to make up Korean dramas.

Seeing that the handsome Professor Du on the screen always rescued Qian Songyi in times of crisis, she suddenly remembered Song Jiguang, the person who could guess her heart.

He suddenly came like a god, could it be that he also came from another world?

So why did he find her?

Lu Buli secretly laughed that he must have been stupid, and drank a large mouthful of cold water and fell asleep with his head covered.

The New Year's Day party was postponed to the end of January, the dancing thing was put on hold, the cold and fever were cured, and the Korean drama was almost made up, which made Lu Buxian annoyed and began to write novels day and night.

She likes a faint urban romance and a sad rhythm, but she doesn't like the strong impact of President Wen, because something like that makes a seventeen-year-old girl blush.

At nine o'clock, Song Jiguang sent a video call to Lu Buli, and Lu Buli packed himself up, piled up the dirty clothes in the cabinet and picked up the phone.

She exaggeratedly waved at Song Jiguang over there, and said in her mouth, "Hi! ”

Song Jiguang looked helpless, looking at the lively girl opposite with a deep smile, such a restrained smile made Lu Buli suddenly unhappy: "Song Jiguang, why do you always laugh so badly?" You're only nineteen years old, and you're in the prime of your life......"

Before she finished her words, Song Jiguang fell into deep thought.

Nineteen years old, yes, he was only nineteen years old, but he had almost forgotten what he was like when he was nineteen, and this time when he went back to school, he was complained that he felt paralyzed after taking a vacation, and there were rumors that he had a car accident and broke his brain.

The number nineteen years old echoed in Song Jiguang's mind, and he suddenly remembered that he liked the school girl at school when he was nineteen, but he was coaxed by his roommate and finally really got together.

But now Song Jiguang just wants to be with Lu Buli, the woman who was willing to give his life for him, the woman who once made him intoxicated.

"Song Jiguang! Have you listened to me! ”

He came back to his senses, looked at her smart and lively eyebrows, and suddenly smiled: "Lu Buli, it's time for you to lose weight!" ”

Lu Buli was first caught off guard by Song Jiguang's smile, and then turned around angrily: "You said I was fat!" Song Jiguang, are you itching! ”

The word youth always disappears inadvertently, compared to the maturity of twenty-five years old, Song Jiguang feels that this kind of Lu Buli is more precious, looking at her angry and smiling face through the screen, it is like a different world, and he can't help but laugh with it.

This night, Lu Buli's reassuring codeword, Song Jiguang carried the information in his hand, across the screen, the two of them did not speak, there was no sound, but they silently bloomed in that wordlessness.

At eleven o'clock, Song Jiguang looked up and looked at Lu Buli, who was serious about coding words, such a quiet was familiar to him, which made him extremely relieved.

"No, it's time for you to sleep."

Lu Buli ignores people, in her heart at the age of seventeen, there is no reason to go to bed at eleven o'clock, young people still have to stay up late as the director, otherwise they will be old if they are not careful, and they will soak wolfberries in a thermos cup.

Her stubbornness made him feel funny, she didn't know that at the age of twenty-five, she had a regular daily routine, but she had to spend a lot of time trying to coax him to sleep.

"Lu Buli, I'll tell you a story to coax you to sleep, okay?"

Lu Buli's eyes lit up, and he looked at Song Jiguang suspiciously, suspecting that he was cheating, but he saw Song Jiguang's gentleness at a glance, and that glance made her whole heart throb, as if she had fallen into the abyss.

That night, Lu Buli fell asleep in Song Jiguang's deep voice, she was not sleepy at first, but later, she was intoxicated.

It is not so much the story that sleeps her, but the patience and gentleness of Song Jiguang who sleeps her.

On the other side of the phone, Song Jiguang looked at the screen from half of the little girl's face to a quilt corner, and was a little surprised that she was dishonest in sleeping, but waited until the sound of breathing became deep and peaceful before hanging up the phone tiredly.

I remember all the stories you once told me, and I'll tell you now, will you know?

Song Jiguang looked up at the sky, it was really strange, it was obvious that she was by her side every day now, but he just felt that she seemed to be gone.