"Hey, you?"

Su Moting shook his hand in front of Cheng Songyan's eyes.

"You've been stunned and giggling lately, what's going on?"

Cheng Songyan's dull gaze finally gradually focused.

"What else can I do, I see you every day and be happy every day, and I see you happy every day."

After speaking, he lowered his head and pulled a vegetable leaf, without looking directly into Su Moting's eyes.

"Of course it's good that you can say that, my pleasure."

Su Moting smiled gently, but her eyes were full of inexplicable feelings.

"You have to eat more meat, and boys grow up."

The girl gave the chicken thigh clip on the dinner plate to Cheng Songyan.

I used another pair of sterilized chopsticks that came with me.

He has a habit of cleanliness and has loved cleanliness to the point of outrageous since he was a child.

Seeing that he did not refuse the chicken leg she clipped, the girl smiled with satisfaction.

Obedient.

"I'm telling you, don't get involved in the good night thing. I have my own way. ”

Hearing the gentle and gentle tone, Cheng Songyan, who was buried in his head, paused and hesitated for a moment.

Only then did he raise his eyes and speak lightly.

"I see. But..."

"Don't worry."

Su Moting seemed to know Cheng Songyan's worries, and immediately opened her mouth to interrupt him.

"I don't want you to do things you don't like because of me."

The girl buried her head in a low bow and a wry smile on her lips.

Like a little angel in distress in the world.

Cheng Songyan put down his chopsticks and said to the girl in a tone that could not be ignored,

"You're me..."How could I not be nice to you?

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The life of three o'clock and one line every day makes good night tired enough.

She walks back and forth between the classroom and the home and the auditorium every day.

Every night there was a rehearsal of the choral program in the school auditorium, and goodnight had to be attended together. Because it is a program specially arranged by the teacher, the review is very strict.

The fingers of the good night flick are about to pantothenic, and I feel that it is simply tormented.

When she sang in the part, she was fine, but as long as she heard the neat harmony, she was sleepy.

But every night when I came home, I lay in bed and couldn't sleep. The familiar melody has been swirling in my head,

"My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment~"

"The five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind, how loud the revolutionary song is~"

or,

"Freedom with the wind is the direction, the power to chase thunder and lightning~"

"I believe that I am me, I believe in tomorrow, I believe that I can reach out and touch the sky~"

She gradually clearly divided several parts in her mind, and sang together.

As a result, she often suffers from insomnia. I couldn't sleep until midnight.

At that time, she used to chat with "Mo An".

"Mo'an" should be the kind of person who has a more regular schedule and sleeps very early. But as long as she sends a message, "Mo An" will definitely reply to her.

One night at two o'clock, she sent a "little fairy never sleeps" emoji to "Mo An".