After returning home from the playground, Song Ze took out his homework and began to write, Song Qing sat on the side reading magazines, occasionally glanced at his younger brother, and felt a little irritable, but she didn't know what the reason was - obviously I was very happy today, didn't I?

Song Ze noticed Song Qing's gaze, and couldn't help but stop his pen and ask, "Sister, what's wrong?" ”

Song Qing rolled up the magazine in his hand and knocked him on the head twice: "Write your homework, children, don't ask so much." ”

"Oh." Song Ze was a little aggrieved, so he had to keep his mouth shut and type a draft on the paper.

"Aze." Song Qing saw that Song Ze had almost written, so he called him.

"Huh?"

Song Qing squinted and thought for a while before he spoke again: "Is going to school fun?" ”

"Why do you ask?"

"It's been too long to forget."

The last time Song Qing went to school was half a year ago.

Song Ze replied ambiguously: "Sometimes it's funny." ”

He turned to Song Qing and asked, "Do you want to go to school?" There was a hint of anticipation in his tone.

"Nope." Song Qing hesitated for a moment before giving an answer, in the past, when she answered this kind of question, she would not hesitate at all.

Song Ze saw a glimmer of hope, but he knew that he couldn't rush it, so he packed up his books and let Song Qing go back to his room to rest.

As soon as Song Qing closed the door, Song Ze took out his mobile phone, edited a message for Qi Qiu, and sent it out after confirming that it was correct.

Qi Qiu was still drawing the design draft at this time, he vaguely felt that he had grasped some idea, and he was frowning and thinking hard.

The phone on the table vibrated twice, and the faint sound was particularly clear in the night.

Qi Qiu didn't care about it at first, probably Huo Baifa's harassment news.

After about five minutes, the phone did not vibrate wildly as expected, but quietly, as if the previous two clicks were just Qi Qiu's illusion.

"Tsk, I can't think of it anyway." Qi Qiu thought about the jar broken, picked up the phone and unlocked it.

Future brother-in-law: Brother Qi, my sister's original school is still ten days away from the registration date, can you help me persuade her to go to school?

Qi Qiu raised her eyebrows, the little girl should indeed go to school to learn more knowledge, after all, although he likes her, he won't really put her at home as a canary. But according to common sense, shouldn't he contact Huo Bai at this time?

Song Ze stared at the phone screen a little nervously, just when he thought Qi Qiu had rested, the phone in front of him flashed.

Brother Qi: Huo Bai is much more professional than me, why did he think of looking for me?

Future brother-in-law: My sister doesn't pay much attention to him, but she talks a lot to you.

Qi Qiu smiled without a trace, this is about his heart.

Brother Qi: Of course you can, but tomorrow afternoon, I will tell your sister to accompany her to the martial arts hall and help you talk about it when the time comes.

Future brother-in-law: Okay, thank you.

Qi Qiu posted, "No thanks." The two chatted casually again. He squinted, and during the day, Song Qing's cheeks were red by the sunset flashed through his mind.

He picked up his pencil and began to draw the slow-moving scene on the white cardboard.

After thinking for a while, Qi Qiu took out a piece of cardboard again, and the pen moved rapidly, and after a while, the appearance of a long skirt appeared.

On the long skirt, the sunset and the sunset compete for glory, but even if the glow is all over the sky, it can't withstand the warm and warm sun.

After changing the details of the two pictures, Qi Qiu stretched and glanced at the alarm clock on the table, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

Qi Qiu put away the cardboard and painting tools, washed up briefly, and lay down on the bed.

"Good night, little girl." Qi Qiu said goodnight to Song Qing, who was photographed today, on the lock screen of his mobile phone, and fell asleep with a thick sleepiness.

The next morning.

Song Qing took a piece of toast in his mouth, picked up a carton of milk and went out. Song Ze handed her the key, helped the schoolbag, and the two walked to the gate of the community together.

The security guard at the door greeted the two of them: "You two still get up so early!" ”

"Well, didn't you wake up early?" Song Ze replied with a smile.

Song Qing just nodded to the security guard and smiled at the end.

The security guard was a little surprised, the two siblings had moved to this community for more than half a year, and they all looked as delicate as dolls, and their parents certainly didn't look ugly. It's just that I've never seen the little girl smile. Suddenly seeing her smile was taken aback.

Song Qing watched his younger brother walk across the road, and gradually lost sight, so he turned around and walked back.

"Need a ride?"

A voice filled with the breath of middle two sounded in his ears, and Song Qing caught a glimpse of Huo Bai's smiling face.

"Nope."

Huo Bai rode a mountain bike and followed Song Qing unhurriedly, his left leg paddling on the ground for a while.

The walking posture is quite normal, I don't know if it's because of the usual exercise or the small amount of medicine, the eyes don't squint, but there is no focus in the eyes, and it should just follow the established route to walk.

No matter what, he is also a proud protégé of the professor, and he still has the ability to analyze these things. However, the big problem at present is that Song Qing doesn't seem to want to take care of himself very much.

"Am I too ugly? No, I'm so handsome and dashing Yushu in the wind, how can my appearance not be up to par......" Huo Bai whispered, but he didn't pay attention and crashed into the maple tree on the side of the road.

Song Qing heard the sound and turned around and was about to help him up, but Qi Qiu took a step ahead of her and pulled Huo Bai up from the ground.

If Song Qing was not mistaken, Qi Qiu had been standing at the door just now, and Huo Bai didn't see him move when he just fell, and after he took a step towards Huo Bai, he quickly stepped forward and pulled Huo Bai by the hand.

Is he afraid that he will rob him of the impression of saving "beauty" as a hero?

However, Song Qing didn't care too much and continued to walk towards his home.

As soon as I peeled off the candy wrapper of a toffee, before I could put it in my mouth, I heard the doorbell ring.

Song Qing's hand shook, and the white toffee rolled down on the brown floor.

…… Can't seem to eat it?

Qi Qiu and Huo Bai saw Song Qing frowning, and they felt a little nervous inexplicably.

Song Qing saw Qi Qiu standing in front, didn't say a word, grabbed his clothes and dragged him to the living room, pointed to the ground and complained: "You compensate." ”

Qi Qiu saw the sugar on the ground, probably understood the situation, and nodded: "Well, what do you want, I bought it and sent it to you in the afternoon." ”

Song Qing's expression immediately turned cloudy: "Milk candy." ”

"Come to my house and call me when you are going to the martial arts hall that afternoon, and I will give you the sugar by the way."

"Okay."

Qi Qiu originally thought that Song Qing would talk to him a few more words, but who knew that this girl was not squirming at all, and she didn't speak after agreeing.

Song Qing didn't notice the "leave me behind" written in Qi Qiu's eyes at all, but was a little strange why he kept staring at him there.

"You're not leaving?"

"Ah, let's go now." Qi Qiu replied with some embarrassment.

Song Qingmu sent them out of the door, grabbed her hair a few times with some irritation, pinched a piece of candy again, opened the wrapping paper and threw it into her mouth, the rich sweetness seemed to make her mood better—although she didn't know what she was bothering about.

After thinking for a while, Song Qing entered his room, found a box with a thin layer of ash floating on it, patted it casually, and then opened it.

Inside were pens and paper, and a stack of slightly old awards.

"Song Qing, a student in the first class of the first grade, has achieved excellent results in the final quality inspection test of this semester, and this certificate is specially issued for encouragement", "Song Qing, a student in the first class of the fifth grade, won the first prize in this calligraphy competition, and this certificate is specially issued for encouragement"......

Song Qing cautiously looked at the thin awards, with a glimmer of light in his eyes. When she was still in school, it was one of her happiest times.

The teachers and classmates are all very good, and Aze is strictly protected by her every day, and he has not been hurt by those two people.

Every time he went on stage to receive the certificate, the students in the audience would look at themselves with admiration, and Aze would proudly say that it was his sister.

But how did it come to be the way it is?

The light in Song Qing's eyes was quickly replaced by loneliness.

When you go to school, if you know about your illness, you will hate yourself, right? Especially that, it needs to be hidden from Aze......

Song Qing took out a notebook, on which was stuck a black pen, and the barrel of the pen still had some metallic texture, which was her favorite one before.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Qing still sat down at the desk, opened the notebook, and picked up the pen, the slightly cool touch was familiar and unfamiliar.

If I'm not mistaken, I haven't written for at least half a year.

The tip of the pen fell on the paper, and a few messy strokes were barely drawn, and if you carefully identify it, you can still recognize it as the word "Song".

However, Song Qing was not much discouraged, and continued to write the same word stroke by stroke, and after writing a small half, he finally gradually showed a little stroke.

Song Qing.

To be honest, Song Qing didn't feel that his name had any value worth using. Aze would call his sister, when he was in the orphanage, the director and aunts would give each child an intimate nickname, the couple would only call themselves dead girls, the two bosses would call her Xiaoqing or Qing girl, and even that person would call herself "little girl" instead of these two words that had no sense of existence.

But she didn't hate those two words either, because they made her wonder about almost every sleepless night—what were she and Aze's parents like?

I heard the dean say that their parents brought them into this world so that they could see how beautiful the world was. But most of the children in the orphanage were sent to the orphanage by their parents, and many didn't even know what their parents looked like.

When Song Qing was still in school, no one accompanied her every time the school held a parent-teacher conference, so from the third grade, she would communicate with the teacher in advance and go to their class for a parent-teacher meeting as Aze's parent.

The so-called second uncle said that he and Aze's parents were very busy and had a lot of important matters, so they didn't care about them for so many years. But Song Qing really wanted to ask the couple, what was the matter, and it would be delayed for more than ten years?

"Jingle Bell ......"

She was thinking about it when a hurried alarm clock rang in her ears.

It's time for lunch.

Song Ze didn't go home for dinner at noon, so Song Qing only needed to prepare his own portion.

As soon as I opened the refrigerator, I heard the doorbell that seemed to have rang once not long ago.

Are you here to eat?

Song Qing closed the refrigerator door, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Qi Qiu standing in front of him with a smile on his face with an insulated lunch box.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I just made some more, so I'll serve you some and send them over. ”

Qi Qiu thought for a while, and added: "Your brother asked us to take care of you more." ”

She thought it was something her brother would do, so she took the lunch box and thanked her.

It didn't seem polite to drive people away as soon as he received other people's things, so Song Qing turned sideways and asked, "Have you eaten?" Come in and sit down for a while? ”

"I've just eaten it, so I'll bother." Qi Qiu smiled happily, as for pretending to shirk it? Inexistent!

Song Qing pointed to the side of the sofa: "There is a book over there, you can take one and read it yourself." ”

After speaking, he went into the kitchen to get chopsticks, sat opposite Qi Qiu and began to eat.

The meal was still warm, and there was stir-fried meat with green peppers in it. It tastes very similar to what I ate yesterday afternoon, and it should have been made by Qi Qiu.

Qi Qiu was aimlessly pulling her mobile phone, but when she saw that she was about to pick out a few slices of green peppers and put them aside, she hurriedly stopped: "Your brother said don't be a picky eater." ”

Song Qing looked incredulous: "Did he really say that?" ”

"Hmm."

"Actually, he said that if I don't like to eat, I can skip it." Song Qing had no choice but to open his eyes and tell nonsense.

Qi Qiu chuckled: "Was I blind yesterday afternoon?" I seem to see that he doesn't let you be a picky eater? ”

Song Qingmo had to put the few slices of green peppers in his mouth, and swallowed them directly without chewing a few times, with an expression of looking at death as if he were at home.

Qi Qiu looked at it and wanted to laugh a little: "This is a vegetable, not a poison." ”

But Song Qing didn't want to pay attention to him, and threw a resentful look at him.

Song Qing didn't eat slowly, but he was full without eating much,

There was still more than half a box of food left in the lunch box, Qi Qiu frowned without a trace, eating so little, no wonder the little girl was so thin.

"Eat a little more?"

"I can't eat it." Song Qing shook his head, he usually has no appetite, but he has eaten too much today.

Seeing this, Qi Qiu didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand to stop Song Qing when he was about to clean up the tableware, and then took the things away.

Before leaving, Song Qing stopped him.

"Qi Qiu?"

"What's wrong?" Qi Qiu's face was unwavering, and his heart was full of joy.

Song Qing handed him a book with a white back cover: "This, you may be interested." ”

It's The Art of Reincarnation, a book that pays homage to retro trends. The book introduces Vintage, fashion trends from various periods, and pays homage to the masters. It is a masterpiece that many fashion designers will come into contact with.

But it doesn't look like a new book.

"Yours?" Qi Qiu said in her heart, does the little girl also want to learn fashion design? After that, it's a peer?

"I bought it before, but it was boring, so I didn't look at it." Song Qing was purely bored at the time, so he didn't move after turning it twice. But Qi Qiu studied design, so he should be interested in this kind of book, right?

Qi Qiu hooked the corners of his lips and accepted the book. Then he turned around and walked towards his house, waving his hand without looking back: "Thank you, little girl!" ”

He originally thought that when Song Qing saw his chic appearance, he would definitely have some thoughts similar to wow, this person is so handsome and looks so attractive.

But what Qi Qiu didn't know was that Song Qing was silently relieved at this time because he felt that the two did not owe each other for giving him this book.

Song Qing went back to the room and lay down for a while, and fell asleep while lying down.

By the time she woke up in a daze, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The time to work in the martial arts hall is from half past one, Qingjiang landscape is close to the northern suburbs of Jiangcheng, but the location of the martial arts hall is in the south of the city center.

"It's over!" Song Qing exclaimed, it is almost impossible to get to the martial arts hall in half an hour, usually when I take the bus to get there, it will take at least more than forty minutes to get there, and it is definitely too late today.

She hurriedly went out of the door, and suddenly remembered that she had promised Qi Qiu to call him when she left, and rushed to the door of Qi Qiu's house to ring the doorbell.

Almost at the same time as the doorbell rang, the door opened, Qi Qiu was carrying a backpack in his left hand and a Huo Bai in his right hand, as if he was about to go out.

"I'm about to go looking for you." Qi Qiu saw that it was Song Qing and said with a smile.

"It's almost late. Half an hour, to. Song Qing was a little anxious - although Boss Zhou seemed very kind, Song Qing always felt that he was a very serious person.

Qi Qiu patted Huo Bai on the shoulder: "It's okay, he has a car." ”

"The bike?" Song Qing remembered that Huo Bai came over on a bicycle this morning.

Huo Bai remembered that Huo Mu was still single just now, and felt aggrieved in his heart: "It's the car we sat in yesterday, my mother drove the car over, and the bicycle was ridden home by her." ”

After getting on the bus, Song Qing reported the name of the martial arts hall, and the navigation showed that it would take about twenty minutes to reach the destination. She breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that she would not be late for today.

Qi Qiu sat in the passenger seat, his eyes moved to the rearview mirror in the car from time to time, and peeked at Song Qing who was distracted in the back seat.

Twenty minutes passed in a flash, and soon, Huo Bai's car found a parking space near the martial arts hall where Song Qing worked.

The name of the martial arts hall is very special, not like those of other "X family martial arts hall" and "X family martial arts hall", but simply two big characters in block letters - Jun Shen.

A man in his early thirties stood leaning against the door, playing with the two walnuts in his hand, and after a few moments he looked up at the street.

This person has the appearance of being the top in the crowd, so many women passing by are secretly looking at him, but unfortunately, this person has looked back and forth more than ten times, and he has not seen the person he wants to see, and there is a little worry on his face - that girl comes in advance every time, and this time there will be no trouble, right?

Thinking so, Shen Junli shouted into the martial arts hall: "Old Zhou, is that girl asking for leave today?" ”

Zhou Pushen, who was originally staring at the door, got up, walked up to him quickly, and replied, "No, there is probably something delayed." ”

After a pause, he asked again: "What did you call me just now?" ”

"Old Zhou." Shen Jun didn't think about it, and said without hesitation.

As soon as the words fell, he noticed the man's gloomy face. Looking at the man who is as gentle as jade on weekdays, what he looks like in private, Shen Junli couldn't be clearer.

Subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and his mind was racing fast, how to resolve the current fatal incident.

Fortunately, a familiar voice came from not far away, like a heavenly sound in Shen Junli's ears.