"Wipe it, your face is full of tears, and you don't feel uncomfortable."

Song Song smiled and still didn't speak, but quietly took the towel and buried his head in as if he was absorbing that little bit of warmth.

Yang Zhenzhen moved his head, his eyes blinked a few times with some dryness, he inhaled his somewhat breathable nose a few times, and just pushed the suitcase to an empty corner by the wall, he heard a few low cries behind him.

It's like suppressing your own sadness, only daring to shrink into a small corner and secretly grieving, for fear that others will find out, but you still can't help the sadness when you cry, often just leaking a little sound, the next second you find out, and bite the sound again, close your mouth, even if you bite your lips through the smell of rust, you can't make yourself weak again.

Yang Zhenzhen's newly exposed nails were buckled on the suitcase, she seemed to turn around and scolded Fang Chenchu loudly, but she was even more afraid that mentioning Fang Chenchu's name now would increase Song Song's sadness.

This incident is like a straw that crushes the nerves of the two, a play and a picture, a relationship is unilaterally cut off like this, and onlookers can't bear the adaptation of changes.

Yang Zhenzhen held her breath and walked out of the door of the room, as soon as she closed the door, she heard the violent cry, and even more so the grief when Song Song saw the two standing together with his own eyes just now.

Yang Zhen, who was leaning against the wall, really knew that Song Song was really going to break up with Fang Chenchu.

If the daytime is to say that the breakup is with suspicion and uncertainty, now it is a strange road and has reached the depths of a desperate situation.

After hearing the sound behind the door, Yang Zhenzhen raised his feet and walked to the kitchen, warmed a glass of milk, and slowly walked back to the room.

When he opened the door, Song Song was already wringing water into the flower pot on the windowsill for the towel, obviously trying to "destroy the corpse and destroy the traces".

Yang Zhenzhen pretended not to see it, and put the milk on the desk, "Drink it, today I saw my mother buy another box, and the two of us have to quickly eliminate her!" ”

Although this topic shift is a little stiff, I have to say that it is really intimate.

Song Song glanced at her gratefully and drank the milk.

"In the future, we will be sisters in the world!"

Yang Zhenzhen looked at Song Song's attitude of quickly adjusting back, but he wanted to cry, but he couldn't hide the sourness in his eyes, so scared that Song Song didn't know what to do.

"What's wrong with you? It can't be a hot milk for me! ”

Yang Zhenzhen nodded, and half-truthfully handed over his unscathed hand, "Yes, for the sake of you, a sister, I can tired my beautiful hands." ”

Song Song was going to believe it, but when he heard this, he slapped her big pig's trotters away, "I really believe in your evil!" ”

The two of them lay on the same bed at night, and at first they were still playing and making trouble, and when they sweated, they found that the bath just now was washed in vain before they quieted down.

Yang Zhenzhen's bed is by the window, open the window to feel the freshest air, if the weather is good, you can lie in bed at night, you can also take a picture of the starry sky.

Song Song expressed envy, "Then if it rains, you lie here, open the window and feel the gift of nature!" I envy you so much, the flowers that are in dire need of watering! ”

“…… Go and go, while playing, even if it is raining, then I am also the flower and bone of the motherland gifted by God, as for you? Yang Zhenzhen squinted at Song Song, "I will reluctantly let you be the gardener who takes care of me!" ”

"Gardener? Isn't that a teacher, so I don't want to be a teacher. ”

"And what do you want to be?"

"I want to be ...... I haven't figured out what I want to be for the time being, so I don't have to think about it in such a hurry anyway! ”

The two of them never thought about whether they would learn from each other, anyway, they chatted happily, as long as they didn't mention Fang Chenchu.

Because of the commotion just now, the two had to take another bath, Song Song washed relatively quickly, and ran back to the bed almost casually.

When Yang Zhenzhen came back from the bathroom, she happened to see Song Song close a heavy notebook, which seemed to be something she had just brought over.

"Sleep, you pig's trotter!"

"You're the big pig's trotter! Go to sleep! ”

Because she barely closed her eyes last night, Song Song almost fell asleep, she only remembered that she had experienced a lot of things today and saw a lot of things clearly.

She decided to lock up all her notebooks for the past few years, and one day she got married, or ...... Fang Chenchu got married, and he came out there at that time, looking at the youth he once had, and looking at the beauty that he had looked forward to.

So she took a new notebook to record her new day and new life.

Song Song thought that he seemed to be confused from the day he was reborn.

Maybe it's because she died of lovelorn and unwilling, so she confined her whole life to changing an imperfect love.

But that's not true.

Love is not a person's life, she has lived for several years, and every new life has become a shadow of the previous life, how is it not a failure.

She figured out why she had looked at Shang Chenchu in the first place.

It's just because of Shen Kun, because she thinks that Fang Chenchu, a little fat man like that, will definitely not be like Shen Kun, but this choice is wrong from beginning to end.

So she failed, she fell, but she couldn't just lie down, she had to get up and walk the path she hadn't finished.

She will have a good career, she will have a good future, and there are endless possibilities waiting for her.

The first page of this notebook is Song Song's name, and only two big characters are written, which is a new life.

The first words of the first day of the new life were waking up from a dream, pain is the only memory now, but those happiness are also my earned life.

The last sentence carries the expectation of the future and the joy of suffering and happiness, Song Song complained that he is a winner in life, but also a big loser.

The future industry tycoon's first girlfriend is her, who can believe it?

Maybe one day Song Song may really boast about it, if I hadn't been able to bear to mature too early, I would have eaten him a long time ago, do you think I can still leave you people to lick the screen and envy?

Song Song laughed wildly in his dream, and almost took two private photos of Fang Chenchu in his hand and auctioned them on the spot.

The picture suddenly rotated to a news, which read the news that Fang Chenchu, the national boyfriend, announced that he was off the list and engaged, with a picture of Fang Chenchu holding a photo of a woman with a blurred face when he grew up.

Song Song's eyes instantly blurred, and just when she couldn't even see Fang Chenchu's face clearly, the woman's face suddenly became clear, it was Bai Yalan.

Song Song, who was asleep, woke up suddenly, his upper body bounced up, and his face was full of wet tears.

She raised her hand and touched her face, and after a moment got out of bed, washed her face and went back to bed as if nothing had happened.

And Yang Zhenzhen, who slept really no different from a pig, lay on the bed and curled up in a corner.

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