Chapter 017 Lime Milk.

After the end of the city-school joint examination, the eleventh holiday was ushered in, and this year's eleventh holiday happened to collide with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the two holidays were combined to become one of the few big holidays in the third year of high school.

Song Jiu obviously still didn't get used to it, and before he had time to calm down, the days passed very realistically.

The heavy curtains were lifted, and the harsh light rushed in. The room is lit up in an instant.

"It's this point, and I'm still sleeping!"

Song's mother's loud voice made Song Jiu experience the trance of "sitting up in shock in a dying illness".

She got up and rubbed her eyes, and in the morning the wind blew from the balcony and ruffled her hair.

"There's a hot breakfast on the table, you can eat it later." Mother Song confessed, "Your father and I are going to take Ah Shu to your Aunt Cheng's house as guests." ”

Song Jiu let out an "oh" in a trance and blinked his eyes: "I...... Don't you go? ”

"What are you going to do, it's your third year of high school, just stay at home and study hard, don't just think about playing all day long." Speaking of which, he reminded her, "By the way, Xiao Xie is also at home on vacation this time, so you can go to his house to make up for your homework, and ask others if you don't know anything." ”

Song Jiu spoke softly: "No, no, I'll just learn it myself." ”

"If you had a good brain, you wouldn't be able to study like this."

Song Jiu: "......"

Therefore, as soon as Song Jiu finished breakfast, he was urged to go out. As soon as the door was locked, Song Jiu and her family members split into two ways, one wave went to visit relatives, and she had to go to someone else's house to do her homework.

On the first day of the holiday, I was inexplicably a little miserable.

Song Jiu heard his mother say that Xie Futian's parents are both scientific research workers, and they are still scientific research in armaments, and they are scientific research madmen behind high-end armaments. I almost don't see anyone all year round, let alone take time out to accompany Xie Futian.

So most of the time, Xie Futian is alone, and it's quite pitiful to think about it.

When Song Jiu arrived at his house, Xie Futian was playing games in front of the computer desk.

The room is spacious and bright, with floor-to-ceiling windows ajar, and the light shines to see the fine dust in the air, and the air aromatherapy spreads a little mist.

With your legs folded, your long, clean fingers move back and forth on the WASD.

As if noticing movement, he looked up.

Song Jiu scratched his eyebrows: "I may have disturbed you." ”

When my aunt was doing sanitation downstairs just now, she saw that Song Jiu was coming, so she didn't stop her, and brought her a bowl of fruit for her to eat with Xie Futian.

Song Jiu shook the fruit bowl in his hand and handed it to him, "That's it, my mother said to let you teach me to do my homework." ”

The wind from nowhere lifted the hair on the side of her ears and the corners of her light orange skirt, the girl was not the kind of aggressive look, restrained and gentle, but she had a pair of bewitching fox eyes, the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and she seemed to be able to speak.

Because of the pause, Xie Futian was shot by the enemy at the moment of the game, and landed in a box.

"I'll fuck you, thank you."

"You ——。 the"

The remaining male voices were silenced before they could finish, and stopped abruptly on the edge of the swear words.

Xie Futian ordered mute in time.

"Well, I received a call from Uncle Song, and he asked me to watch you study, sit down." Xie Fulean's chin was slightly raised, and his tone was long.

He stood up and cleaned up his desk, making room for an empty seat.

Half an hour later.

"So here, we must first use the induction formula to simplify it and draw an image, and then we can know the monotonicity."

Xie Futian took the pen and sketched on the scratch paper, and the stick figure sketched an undulating image.

The temperature inside is pleasant, and it is enveloped in warm beams. Song Jiu's chick nodded like a peck of rice, and the upper eyelids and lower eyelids fought inseparably.

It's not that she can't, it's just that she forgot the formula, which caused the problem to be wrong. However, Xie Futian talked about this question in detail before and after.

It's a good patience.

"Do you understand?"

"Hmm." Song Jiu nodded forcefully, almost slamming on the table.

"I know I'm great, but you don't have to be so courteous to me." He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his left hand held her forehead in time and pushed back, "Kowtow will be avoided." ”

Song Jiu was really woken up at this time, and his sleepiness dissipated.

"Do you really understand?" Xie Futian asked again.

"Got it." Her voice has a soft and waxy ending, sweet and soft.

Xie Fu jumped down on his forehead and continued: "Then let's talk about the next question." ”

There's really no need for it. Song Jiu was afraid that he would doze off again.

Xie Futian's voice is very peculiar, and he speaks unhurriedly, as if he was born with a kind of hypnotic magic.

Song Jiu turned his neck, looked around, and diverted the topic: "I'm a little thirsty." ”

"There was water in the fridge and food."

Song Jiu opened the refrigerator and saw that there were really a lot of snacks in his house.

Her gaze paused on a row of milk and sodas, and after a few seconds, she picked up a bottle of milk and pointed to it, "It looks like it's just strawberry milk." This brand, I like the lime flavor. ”

"Isn't it enough to quench your thirst?" Xie Futian sneered softly.

"It's different." Song Jiu's eyes rolled, not showing the slightest abnormal look, "I saw a convenience store on the way here just now, so let's go down and buy it." ”

"W-huh!"

Before Xie Futian could express his opinion, Song Jiu opened the door with his hands and feet and ran out, and the corner of his clothes disappeared into the crack of the door.

"At this speed, I'm almost catching up with the sprint championship." Xie Fu tilted the corners of his mouth and raised an arc, and turned a black gel pen in his hand.

***

Song Jiu ran quickly to the elevator room, and only took a breath after pressing the floor.

Luckily, I escaped. If you accept Xie Futian's hypnotic torture inside, it is estimated that the brain cells will have to die.

But soon she regretted coming out.

At noon in late summer, the sun is blazing, and a layer of heat can be faintly seen on the road, and there is not a lot of traffic.

The water of the artificial lake ripples gently, but you don't feel the slightest coolness. Under the scorching sun, it may be hot wind.

At this time, the song looping in the headphones happened to sing "I will always remember the summer wind, and I said it clearly......"

Song Jiu suddenly thought of "I will always remember the summer wind, and it is clear that it will heat me to death." She snorted inadvertently, and she sneered.

I came out in a hurry and forgot to rummage through the parasol in my bag to come out.

However, he could only cover the shops along the side of the street with his hands, and the storefronts pressed the road aimlessly. There was no way to go home, and Song's mother didn't even leave her the house key.

I was about tired of walking, and when I passed by a liquor store, the cold air blowing from the gap between the transparent door curtains was refreshing.

Song Jiu paused, turned around and walked in.

The décor of the liquor store is quite eye-catching, with dazzling tassel lamps rotating overhead, and the mural style is more minimalist.

She walked between the shelves, and she was not in a hurry to buy such a thing, mainly to come in and rest for a while.

There are not many people in the store, two or three customers.

People always have a special sensitivity to the gaze of others. Just as Song Jiu was picking something, she felt that someone was watching her. But when I turned my head, it was clear that there was nothing.

It should be an illusion.

She closed her eyes and pulled her phone out of the invisible pocket of her skirt to play.

The page slid uncontrollably to Bi Chu's WeChat interface, and [Chu Meiren] lay quietly in her list.

[Chu Meiren] didn't say a word, a cold batch.

In fact, since the last time he added friends, Song Jiu has never sent a message to him.

The main thing is not knowing what to say. To be serious, there doesn't seem to be any necessary verbal connection between the two. If it is not serious, it may be mistaken for malicious harassment, and he may call the police.

The contact information that I worked hard to get, if it was blocked because of a few words, it would be worth the loss.

It was precisely because she cared too much that Song Jiu didn't dare to act rashly, she had to consider the words.

What to send? No matter what form of greetings, it seems inappropriate.

At this moment, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and quickly typed out a line of words: [Bi Chu, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. 】

It seemed too dull, she shook her head, and revised it to: [Bi Chu, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!! /smile/】

But a second before sending, the word Bi Chu was deleted, so it seemed to be better.

I suddenly remembered that there are still two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, so what is it like this, is it a Mid-Autumn Festival blessing in advance? Song Jiu deleted the typed words one by one.

Song Jiu lowered his head and bit his fingers, changing it to a National Day blessing.

In the end, the message still didn't get out, and she cleared it all after revising it.

Forget it, don't send it, it looks like a good cane.

She simply extinguished her phone and put it in her pocket. I picked up a bottle of lime-flavored milk in the merchandise shelf.

Song Jiu waited for the person in front of him to finish paying and put the milk on the cash register.

"Is that all?"

The voice is familiar and scattered, inexplicably with a bit of banter.

The kind of almost underbeat way of speaking that is very similar to someone made Song Jiu's heart pound.

She subconsciously said "um" before she could say it, and then raised her head.

Facing a pair of dark eyes. The long eyelashes are light, and the eyelids are lazy and drooping.

The boy wears a black clerk's uniform with a special emblem, and his fingers with distinct metacarpal bones operate the cash register.

"You don't know me."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and laughed playfully.

"No, it's not." Song Jiu staggered his gaze in a panic, even if there was a thin red spread on his face, he pretended not to care, and mechanically took out his mobile phone.

I didn't think much about why I met Bi Chu here.

I just wondered why I hadn't noticed him when I came in. She could probably imagine that if she had known in advance, she would have been cramped to the same hands and feet when she went to the mall.

Song Jiu breathed for a moment, and then bent his lips slightly.

[The balance limit is insufficient. 】

Song Jiu: "............"

How poor she must be. Or how expensive is this bottle of milk?

Song Jiu glanced at the price, six yuan. She came out in a hurry, and she didn't have any change with her.

There is no human right if you are transparent! Not even six dollars!!

Song Jiu pursed his lower lip, was quiet for two seconds, and had to silently raise his eyes to look at Bi Chu.

***

[Today, Brother Chu is confused and stares at his wife: What is she doing.

Tips: If you open the WeChat on your mobile phone at that time, you will find that the other party has been typing. /Smile decently/】