When the rooster crows, the sun quietly climbs to the top of the mountain with a thin layer of veil mist, casting wisps of crimson into the world.

Song Huanian was lying on the bed and kept turning his body as if he was having a nightmare, struggling in pain. The fair-skinned slender arm appeared from the quilt, as if he was grasping something: "Song Ci! Don't go!"

Her body trembled violently, and her voice unconsciously became a little louder: "Don't go!" ”

Song Huanian sat up suddenly, grabbed an empty hand, and looked at the hands held together in front of him in a daze, as if something was missing.

A tear dripped down her cheek and fell onto the quilt, smearing.

She reached out and touched it, staring at the transparent droplets on her hand, silent...

Song Huanian shook his aching head, feeling groggy. In the dark, I remembered what happened last night.

She remembered that she and Song Ci were drinking beer in the Cultural Square, and they didn't know how to cry while drinking, so as to stain Song Ci's white shirt...

Then it seemed like the two of them hugged, and then she seemed to sell herself...

Although I don't remember things very clearly, I still remember some things here and there. As for how she got home from the Cultural Square, she should have taken a taxi back in her memory.

Hey, isn't that right?

I vaguely remember that it seems that Song Ci sent her back?

She slapped her head with a pillow, it's just a confusing act in the world, okay?

Song Huanian sighed, lying on the bed and looking at the top of the bed with blank eyes. The brain is spinning quickly, thinking about whether you have forgotten any details, details are important!

However, when writing essays, my brain can spin quickly in a short period of time to write an essay that is proportional to its length and quality. But this skill doesn't seem to be of much use when put on this.

Don't you just want to have some memorable plot? For example, Song Ci confessed to her, no matter how bad Song Ci comforted her, the last time Song Ci helped her wipe her tears, she should always remember something, right?

But this brain is unwilling to turn when it is needed, as if it does not exist in the first place, and there is something that increases weight, and the brain is a good thing, but unfortunately it is not used in important places!

Because he really couldn't remember anything, Song Huanian sighed and reached out to touch his phone, opened it and looked at the time.

At 10 p.m., it's time to wake up.

In the end, Song Huanian gave up the struggle, got up and opened the wardrobe, took a sweatshirt and jeans and changed them into the bathroom.

She turned on the water hose, adjusted to the direction of the cool water, and felt a lot more sober after holding a few handfuls and washing her face. Then start washing seriously, washing your face, brushing your teeth, and taking care of your skin.

After a series of tasks, she opened the door to her room.

Song Huanian yawned, and always felt a little sleepy and didn't leave. Half-squinted apricot eyes, still a little unconscious.

What she didn't notice was that the door to the guest room next door was opened by a person.

Song Huanian stood there and stretched, ready to go downstairs for breakfast. The person who had just come out of the room, his face was as clean as jade, his phoenix eyes were bright, and he walked towards Song Huanian with his slender and straight legs.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the jade-like young man said to Song Huanian, who seemed to be still asleep: "Nian Nian, good morning." ”

"Early." Song Huanian didn't care so much, she was originally a very polite little girl, and she subconsciously replied when she heard someone say hello, and then when she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly realized something?

Year after year... Year after year?

No, Uncle Li will call her Miss Song no matter where she is, and he has never called her anything else. Aunties who cook usually don't come up here, and it's impossible. At home, her parents will call her every year very affectionately, and the key is that at this time, one of them is in Beijing and the other is in Yanbian.

Don't? She had auditory hallucinations at a young age?

It seems like a terrible thing to think about it!

But there seems to be another person who calls her every year, and that person is not...

Song Huanian turned around suddenly, and sure enough, he saw Song Ci's jade-like smiling face appear in front of him.

The corners of Song Huanian's mouth twitched, looking at the man standing in front of him, and he didn't say anything for a long time. It seems that nothing is appropriate.

Wait, when did this person appear here, how did she not know... Could it be that everything in the dream is true? So it's not a dream!

"You... You... How are you..."Her emotions seemed to be a little excited, and she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Song Ci sneered, stepped forward and touched her head: "Are you so excited to see me?" Have you forgotten how you got back last night? Do you need me to help you remember? ”

Song Ci took Song Huanian's hand and pressed her against the wall.

He smiled slightly and said in her ear: "Nian Nian, your memory doesn't seem to be very good, right?" Looks like you really need me to help you recover! ”

Song Ci obviously just got up, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Song Huanian felt a warmth in his ears, his body couldn't help shaking, he looked at Song Ci's face and swallowed.

"You... What are you going to do? Song Huanian licked his lips and kept blinking his apricot eyes.

"Good morning kiss..."

As soon as the words fell, Song Ci leaned over and kissed Song Huanian's little mouth. She didn't let go until her cheeks flushed.

"Stream... Rogue! Song Huanian covered his face: "Song Ci, you are a hooligan!" ”

"Year after year, although I quite fit the word." Song Ci raised his eyebrows: "But if you want to use the word hooligan to describe your boyfriend, it is more or less inappropriate, right?" ”

Song Huanian suddenly recalled all the things that happened last night, and she seemed to be a shameless hooligan...

Got along!

So it's really not a dream, it's something that really happens!

Song Huanian is still a little unable to accept it, not that she hates Song Ci. It's that it all came so fast, like a tornado...

A rogue used to keep saying that he was not worthy of himself, why did he take the initiative to confess to himself now? There is definitely some conspiracy hidden in this, Song Ci is just waiting for himself to get on the thief ship.

Song Huanian was like Conan possessing his body, stroking his chin with his hand, and glaring at Song Ci fiercely with his eyes. It's like missing a pair of glasses, a reflection means that all the mysteries will be realized, in general, it's just that the IQ is not enough, and the fantasy comes to make up.

Song Huanian was still staring, Song Ci was stared at by her, and shivered: "How... What's wrong? You're looking at me like that... I feel..."

Song Ci suddenly covered his mouth very shyly, and the corners of his mouth were a smile that couldn't be hidden: "I feel very embarrassed, I feel that you want to wipe me clean and don't want to be responsible." ”