If my big dream can come true, then can you get out of my dream and come to me?

Fu Mo propped his chin, his eyes were fixed on Ren Qingsong, who was busy in the kitchen, he had now taken off his school uniform, and there was still a white shirt inside, Fu Mo glanced at the balcony of the living room, and there were already three white shirts hanging on it.

Two of Ren Qingsong's, one of hers.

Both the client and Ren Qingsong seem to be particularly fond of white shirts, probably because white shirts are cheap and good-looking, and there are only one or two other underwear in the wardrobes of the two, and the rest are white shirts.

Maybe her eyes were too warm, Ren Qingsong suddenly turned his head to look at her, and saw her holding her head in a daze, he smiled brightly and truthfully against the light, "There are other snacks in the cabinet that you like, if you are hungry, you can eat a little first, but not too much." ”

After he finished speaking, he began to light the fire and stir-fry again, watching him cook methodically by the stove, Fu Wei felt a little tired for him, obviously she was two years older than her, and it was the age for boys to be wanton and flamboyant, but he had to take care of himself, and he couldn't rest when he was studying.

I have to take care of her at school every day, and I have to go home to cook in the middle and afternoon, and Fu Wei suddenly felt a little unbearable.

1973: [Don't be so stressed, he's not being nice to you because he likes you, if you really think he's tired, wouldn't you give yourself to him sooner?] ]

She also wanted to, but the age is here, in order to conform to the core values of socialism, she has to wait at least four years later, when she is an adult, before she can give herself to Ren Qingsong.

More than a thousand days and nights, it's really hard enough.

"Do you have any golden fingers that can jump directly to a year or two later?"

Just like other fast-moving texts, the timeline suddenly pulls, and you can become an adult in the blink of an eye.

1973: [As the saying goes, although the days are long, you have to take someone slowly...]

"To the point, is there any?"

1973: [No, none of the Interstellar Alliance systems have this feature, but you can hint at your little sister and ask her to go talk to her brother, maybe his brother invented it.] ]

"But what if Su Pan's brother is not Shen Yi?"

Since the last world, 1973 has always tacitly accepted that Su Pan's brother is Shen Yi, and never thought that this was not the case.

1973: [No, not really, but I think it must be, the Interstellar Alliance can have such a powerful character, and I can't think of anyone else except Shen Yi.] And even if it's not, it doesn't matter, in case Su Pan says it, her brother will be kind and start researching. ]

"And then then your batch of systems will be phased out?"

Speaking of elimination, 1973 is completely out of words, although it is just a system with a little emotion, but it is still afraid of eliminating this kind of thing.

People will be afraid of death, and they will also be afraid of being eliminated and destroyed.

1973 was already the 19th batch of systems of the Interstellar Alliance, and according to the speed at which the Interstellar Alliance updated the system, it may not wait for Fu Wei to retire, and he will be destroyed.

It's really pitiful when you think about it this way.

However, it quickly adjusted its mood and pretended to be chic: [Human beings have life and death, and our system has elimination and destruction, so it's nothing, right?] ]

Nothing?

One person and one system are all negative in their hearts, people's life and death are the last journey of life, which is in their own hands, and the system, their survival and death, are in the hands of the high-level of the Interstellar Alliance, and their lives can last for hundreds or thousands of years, but they will be artificially terminated.

Which will be the same.

However, when it came to Su Pan in 1973, Fu Wei took out the two necklaces from his pocket, rubbed them and held them in his palm, and his eyes fell on Ren Qingsong's back again.

Find a reason for him.

…

The sun rises and sets, embedding the mid-spring into the memory, and when it rises again, it illuminates the spring season when the flowers are dying and crumbling on the branches.

Fu Mo got up early today, probably because she was comforted by Ren Qingsong yesterday and relaxed, and today she is completely free of last night's nervousness.

Today, they are going to take the independent entrance examination of the first school, not the ninth middle school, but the first middle school in the city, a public school.

Originally, she was not going to participate, but Ren Qingsong suggested that she still try the water, after all, they had not participated in the independent admissions exam, so it would be helpful to familiarize themselves with the process and the ninth middle school on the second day.

Hearing that there was a ninth middle school, Fu Wei reluctantly agreed.

Since that dream, her target high school has changed from "as long as it's not nine middle schools" to "nothing but nine middle schools".

It doesn't matter if she can meet Wu Lijuan, the joy that Su Pan brings her is far greater than the disgust of meeting Wu Lijuan, and she only has a problem with her heart on the surface now, if she experiences Wu Lijuan's sudden pat on the back again, she will not die.

As long as there is no threat to life, then nothing else matters.

And she was also very curious about what the surprise in Su Pan's mouth would be.

"Brother, are you nervous," Fu Wei pinched the thin admission ticket in his hand and swallowed slightly nervously.

Ren Qingsong shook his head, stretched out his hand to wrap his hand around Fu Tao, patted his palm on her back, and the admission ticket in his hand was taken away by Fu Tao and placed side by side with his own.

In the ID photo with a red background, both of them were wearing shirts, and Fu Wei's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the day when the two went to the photo studio to take pictures.

When taking pictures, Ren Qingsong's lips were pursed all the time, and the old man who took the photo was a demanding man, and he smiled and smiled several times, but he still looked cold, so anxious that the old man frowned and kept saying about him, and then took a picture of Fu Wei first.

Fu Wei's photo process was much smoother than his, and as soon as the two compared, the old man said that Ren Qingsong was even more fierce.

"Brother, just look at him and laugh," Fu Wei was a little annoyed when he heard the old man's accusation, and hurriedly went into battle in person, pinched the corners of his mouth with both hands, and pulled them apart from both sides.

Ren Qingsong only glanced at her, and there was a little innocence in his words, "I can't laugh when I look at him." "Slightly

Just after Ren Qingsong was yelled at by the old man for the first time, he finally laughed.

And the reason for taking that smiling photo was that Fu Wei was standing behind the old man.

If it's all like this, and she still says that Ren Qingsong is not interesting to her, Fu Wei herself doesn't believe it.

Fu Mo overlapped the ID photos of the two, put together the photos in the upper right corner, and then turned his head with interest and asked Ren Qingsong: "Brother, do you think that our photos are a bit like that?" ”

At the end of the sentence, Fu Qi's face climbed crimson as she spoke.

Ren Qingsong, who was puzzled, looked at the photo and asked, "What is it like?" ”

Fu Wei rolled his eyes, pulled the hem of his clothes to make him bend over, and said softly to his ear: "It's a bit like a marriage certificate photo." ”

Ren Qingsong's ears were connected to the whole face, and he was immediately stimulated by the words "marriage certificate".

Together, they are about the same size, and they are all red backgrounds, and the white shirts of the two are often worn by newcomers to take pictures, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a marriage certificate photo.

It's just that the speaker has the intention, and the listener also has the intention, this is just an ordinary ridicule in the ears of ordinary people, but when it falls in Ren Qingsong's ears, it will change the taste.

He admitted that he had that in mind to deal with Fu Xuan, but he had always been afraid that she was too young, so he never showed it, and now Fu Xuan didn't know if he was joking or serious, and he had messed up his still calm heart.

Seeing that he was starting to be shy, Fu Wei immediately stopped her hand, she left Ren Qingsong's auricle, two lumps of blush spread on her face, and looked at Ren Qingsong generously, as if what she just said was just an ordinary joke.

"Brother, you'll always be with me, right?" Fu Mo diverted the topic, now that she is too young, she can only pretend to be coquettish from time to time, and when she is sixteen or seventeen years old, she will see how she can take this cold beauty off the altar.

"Of course, I will always be with you," Ren Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief, and took a step back with his feet, away from Fu Xuan.

The hot air could not be sucked into his lungs, nor could it calm his pounding heart, nor could it restore his red, hot cheeks to normal body temperature.

Hurry up and grow up, he can't wait.

The two of them are divided into places in the school, the seats are in the same classroom, but they are not adjacent, Ren Qingsong is the first in the first group of the classroom, and Fu Wei is the last in the second group, she only needs to look up to the left, and she can see Ren Qingsong's lean and straight back.

Just when she looked at Ren Qingsong, Ren Qingsong was also looking back at her, and as soon as their eyes met in the air, they immediately emitted ambiguous feelings that were uncontrollable for both of them.

The marriage certificate seems to be a big joke.

But she doesn't regret it at all, Ren Qingsong's thoughts are well known to each other, she is just advancing the ambiguous period a little too much, and the result for them is only good and no harm.

The independent enrollment test paper of No. 1 Middle School is the easiest among all schools, so the requirements for students are also very high.

They took the math physics and chemistry exams in the morning, and the English and Chinese exams in the afternoon, and after the test one day, Fu Wei, who had no chance to sleep, was worse than in school, and when the last bell rang, she couldn't wait to lie down here and sleep.

"One by one, let's go home and go to sleep," Ren Qingsong helped her up from her seat and led her out of the school.

No. 1 Middle School is far away from home, and it takes them half an hour to take a taxi home, not to mention that there are many people in the independent enrollment examination now, and they can't even take a car, so they can only take the bus and barely find a place.

"I knew I wouldn't have let you take the test," Fu Wei was now asleep on Ren Qingsong's shoulder, it was the rush hour for getting off work, and the people who got off work and the students who took the independent entrance exam were crowded together, not to mention the crowding in the carriage, and there was a lot of noise.

He stretched out his hand to cover Fu Wei's ears, wanting her to speak more comfortably, and put his slender fingers on the girl's left face, as if he was touching and holding a precious porcelain, for fear that there would be some bumps along the way, which would cause her unnecessary injuries.

"Ah..." Fu Mo half-opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his head against Ren Qingsong, and said vaguely, "But it's not bad to take the test, it's an extra set of questions for free." ”

And I can tease him on the way, which feels good.

"Brother, why don't we answer the right one," Fu Qiqiang cheered up, grabbed his left hand with his right hand, and wrote the answer in his palm.

"I chose B in the last multiple-choice question in math, the second-to-last question is C, and the third-to-last question... What's the penultimate question? ”

The itching sensation from the palm of his hand made Ren Qingsong curl his fingers, and then his gaze completely stayed on the hand where he was writing in the palm of his hand.

Fu Wei's fingers are not as long as his, but they are still slender, she has always been cold and white, and even her hands are white and clean, in a phrase that has been very popular on the Internet recently, it looks very good.

In fact, it doesn't just look very good, it's really good.

This hand he led from two years old to sixteen years old, from the fat little hand to the current slender jade fingers, every time he touched it, it felt soft, very different from the boy's hand, her hand was the same as her person, soft, very cute.

"The third-to-last question is a function, I chose B, what about you?"

Ren Qingsong held his five fingers and wrapped his white hand, his skin was white among his peers, but in front of Fu Tao, it was still a degree darker.

"I think I'm going to pick B, too... The final answer is not 3? "This is the question of the morning exam, after a rush and no rest time at noon, Fu Wei only has a few vague impressions of the question.

"Yes, it's 3, didn't we do a similar question a few days ago, the method is the same, and today's one is a little simpler," the multiple-choice question Ren Qingsong still had an impression, and casually said the test papers they had done before.

But Fu Wei must have no impression, unless the questions that can make her impression are particularly difficult, she will not do them or do them wrong, otherwise those questions that she will do right at the first time will not let her waste her brain cells to remember.

In the continuous exchange of answers between the two, the bus finally stopped at the nearest station of their house, Fu Mo was led out of the bus, and as soon as he got home, he went straight to the room, threw himself on the bed to make up for sleep, and the voice was so loud that even Ren Qingsong came in to see her, thinking that something had happened to her, and finally had to leave with a smile.

Fu Mo fell asleep immediately as soon as she dipped her pillow, she didn't get rest all day and used her brain a lot, which made her physically and mentally exhausted, and the fragrance of Ren Qingsong's cooking came slowly, which was regarded as an alternative soothing incense.

In a daze, she seemed to be dreaming again.

The protagonist of this dream is still Su Pan, they seem to be in the examination room now, the tables are sparsely arranged, Su Pan is sitting in front of her, her eyes have been staring at Fu Wei's chest, after not seeing the chain, she couldn't help asking: "Didn't you give Ren Qingsong your necklace, his temperament should look good when he wears this." ”

"Do you know Ren Qingsong?" Fu Qi asked rhetorically.

Su Pan showed a confident smile on his face, "Of course, and I still know..."