"You fart!" Song Huanian stretched out his finger and pointed at Song Ci in a daze: "Do you know why I feel worried?" You... How do you eliminate it! ”

"I know, I know what you're worried about, Nian Nian." Song Ci hugged her as if coaxing a child's tone: "Don't worry, okay?" Don't worry. ”

"Song Ci, I..." Song Huanian didn't feel anything originally, but the moment she was hugged by Song Ci, the feeling of grievance was extinguished.

Song Ci didn't have any change in expression, just the feeling that his heart was being pulled by something, and he tried to lower his voice as much as possible: "Don't cry, don't cry... Every year, don't cry..."

At this moment, his voice was very gentle, gentle as if in a dream.

"How I wish it wasn't a dream." Song Huanian cried one by one: "Song Ci, how I hope this is not a dream!" ”

Song Ci suddenly felt how much of a bastard he was, allowing such a girl who was gentle from her bones to get drunk like this.

Even though he really took her into his arms, he still couldn't believe that he asked if it was a dream...

Song Ci, what a bastard you have to be!

He scolded himself in his heart, he had never felt like this, he had never felt so uncomfortable.

Song Ci sighed: "Nian Nian, this is not a dream, I am here." ”

I'm here... I'm here now, and I'll be there anytime in the future.

Song Huanian cried for a long time, and she wiped her snot and tears on Song Ci's clean white shirt.

The first thing he did after crying was not to wipe his tears, but to look at the place where Song Cibai's shirt was soiled by himself, and bowed his head and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

"Why are you saying you're sorry?" Song Ci frowned, there was less coldness between his phoenix eyes, and he gradually softened: "When did you do something wrong, why did you say sorry?" ”

"Sorry for soiling your white shirt." Song Huanian pursed his lips and looked down at him.

Song Ci cupped her face with his hand, and he looked at the girl: "You didn't do anything wrong, don't say you're sorry." ”

Song Huanian broke free of his hand, and he buried his head between his legs.

She suddenly realized her gaffe, and it seemed that Song Ci would be disgusted by such an approach.

Such a clean teenager, the white shirt is always clean and clean, without a little dirt.

After a while, when she was relieved, she looked at Song Ci who was sitting on the side: "Song Ci, why do you like to wear a white shirt?" ”

"My mom... I like to wear a white cheongsam. My mother has always been a cleanliness person, and I have always worn a white shirt since I was a child, which has been admired by many outsiders. Song Ci took a sip of beer: "After my mother died, I almost always wore a white shirt, because I always felt like my mother was by my side." ”

Song Huanian nodded: "Then I... Stained it. ”

"It's just a piece of clothing. I'm just taking it as a thought, but not as a kind of treasure, isn't it clean when it's dirty? What are you worried about? Song Ci said with a smile.

These people who sit and talk just don't feel the back pain, but they suffer from Tang Sinian's classmates who are washing clothes at home.

Every time he washes clothes, what worries Tang Sinian the most is Song Ci's pile of white shirts.

Some of these people just have a problem, a piece of clothing can be worn for two to three days, but he just changes it one by one.

You love to be clean, change it, you always wash it yourself! The clothes that don't come down are just thrown into the dirty laundry basket, patted their butts and walked directly like an uncle.

The name is good, love clean.

Clean your yarn! You're going to pay me for your laundry. We don't expect me to make a fortune, it's always appropriate to tip a little!

"After drinking this wine, are you going home?" Song Ci asked, he looked down at the cans at his feet, and only the last two cans of the twelve cans of beer were left.

Song Huanian shook his head and took another can. After the bottle was taken away by Song Ci just now, I always felt that I had no place to vent the fire in my belly.

Song Ci was about to reach out and grab it again, but was stopped by Song Huanian: "You took a can from you!" What else do you want to do? ”

"You've already drunk three cans, you can't drink any more." Song Ci continued to grab.

"No, it's impossible to give it to you!" Song Huanian put the beer in his arms as if he was protecting a baby. She pointed to the cans and bottles that surrounded Song Ci's feet, and wanted to cry without tears: "Look for yourself how many cans you have drunk, how many have I drunk, are you still embarrassed to care about me?" ”

Song Ci's face darkened: "I don't care about you, who else do I care?" ”

"What qualifications do you have to control me! Song Ci, why do you care about me, who are you! Song Huanian couldn't help crying anymore: "Why do you care about me? Every time I do something, you have to follow me, and if you haven't done anything, you always refuse..."

"Who are you?" Song Huanian stood up, she opened the beer can in her hand, and drank it with a frown.

Song Ci took a long time to react, he stood up and slapped the jar in Song Huanian's hand, and hugged the little girl in front of him into his arms with all his might.

"I'm your boyfriend!" Song Ci closed his eyes, and tears slid down: "Song Huanian, listen, the identity of my boyfriend in my heart is in charge of you!" You will be my person in the future, don't try to escape from the palm of my hand. ”

"Wow, wow, wow..."Song Huanian burst into tears, she tugged at Song Ci's white shirt: "Then do you like me?" Don't dislike me, don't be my boyfriend! ”

"I like it!"

"Master, I've endured it for a long time! Don't think I don't know, when I jumped off the second floor that day, that girl was you. I also know that you always like to come to the playground to watch me play basketball after class, and that is when the basketball almost hits you, and it is also the arrangement I made, I want you to remember me. ”

"I told you a long time ago, you saved my life, I want to make a promise to you..."Song Ci took a breath: "Nian Nian, I really, really like you, I like you for a long time..."

The girl, who was crying like a little cat, beat his chest: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Why didn't you tell me when I confessed before? Do you know how sad I am? ”

"I know, I know..."

This time I know, it's that I know everything.

Know how much you love me, know how much you like me, know how much you love me.

"Master Song, this time, you are not allowed to lie to me again..."

"When did I lie to you?" Song Ci lowered her head and wiped away her tears.

"I don't know, but I know that you are now my Song master."

My Song master, Song Xiaoye, belongs to Song Huanian's Song master.

Song Xiaoye, who takes life as the starting point and Song Huanian as the end.