So in the end, He Zhili still didn't succeed and went to sleep for half an hour again.

This caused Xu Youzhi to feel a little guilty.

On the way to school, she still wondered how she could really say such a thing like a fool, until she squinted for five minutes at noon, and there were a few more broken images in her mind.

It's like finally knowing how to solve this math problem.

The picture is scattered and blurry.

Like the green mountains and mist light veils slightly, the soft rain is dripping, the branches and leaves poke into the window lattice, the little girl is tied with a beautiful little flower bud, lying on the table and sniffing, her little hands support the slightly shabby tabletop, half of her body leans out of the window.

At a glance, I saw the little boy under the osmanthus tree, his clothes seemed to be very old, but clean, his mouth was aggrieved, and he stared silently in one direction.

The little girl followed the young man's line of sight to look in other directions, just in time to see a thin woman in a black dress disappearing into the corner of the green wall.

It's weird.

The little girl thought, it was clear that she couldn't see that figure now, why was the little boy still looking over there? It's like a sculpture with an expression and flesh and blood.

His eyes were red and terrible, as if he was enduring something, and the small fists on his side were clenched tightly, as if he was a little fierce, but his whole body was shrouded in great sadness, and his sorrow was greater than his anger, like an abandoned cat.

The little girl was stunned for a moment.

Then he ran downstairs quickly, urging his parents to make milk faster.

The little girl's voice was milky: "I want to drink milk!" Put a lot of sugar! ”

What's the rest of the sentence?

"He must be feeling so bitter now! I'm going to send him something sweet—"

The picture turned, she held the warm milk, the little short legs ran downstairs, the little boy finally couldn't help it, the beautiful eyes overflowed with clear and clean tears, the tips of the eyelashes were wet and hung with water droplets, and the tip of the cute nose was slightly flushed with pitiful red.

The little girl purred the top of the little boy's hair, squatted down, handed the milk over, tilted her head and smiled, and said in a milky voice:

"Don't be bitter and don't cry, I'm bringing you sweetness again-"

“……”

The picture came to an abrupt end.

The little girl in the dream seemed to be vaguely her, but the little boy who was crying around his knees was not He Zhili.

She sighed.

He calmly glanced at the obedient young man who was lying on his side to make up for sleep, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the young man's head.

His fingertips lightly touched the other party's crow-like eyelashes.

……

Oh, poor little one.

Yesterday, she taught him how to tell her domineeringly that she was not allowed to like other boys in the past few years.

Today.

His little stray hair.

It's green.

He Zhili probably didn't have a good rest, even in his sleep, he frowned, a small fan-shaped pale cyan shadow under his eyelids, half of his face was buried in the crook of his arm, obediently like a cat resting peacefully by the owner's side.

Xu Youzhi glanced at the class schedule on the far right side of the blackboard, and although he couldn't bear it, he still gently rubbed the top of his head and fished the person back from Zhou Gong.

He Zhili opened his eyes very unmentally and looked at her with a smile.

"Xu Youzhi." He kept his posture and didn't move, his eyelids drooped lazily, and he rubbed against the girl like a coquette.

The tone was vague and low.

He snorted and obediently bared his forehead.

"You touch me, do I have a fever?"