Ten minutes later.

There was still no boy at the intersection.

The bus squeaked to a halt in front of the mother and daughter.

"Qingqing, we have to go~" Xing Hanliu shook Fang Bingqing's little hand again.

"However, my flowers have not been sent out yet." Xiaoice flattened her mouth, sad and about to cry.

"Why don't we put it on this bench, you leave a note, and Brother Xiao Si will take it when he sees it." Xing Hanliu proposed.

"Then what if Brother Xiao Si doesn't see it?"

"Well...... Xing Hanliu thought for a while and said softly: "Then send someone who is destined." After all, everyone needs the sun. ”

Xiaoice Qing looked at the words in his hand, and hesitated to make up his mind.

The bus driver honked his horn twice, urging.

A minute later.

The bus restarts.

On the bench of the bus shelter is a small flower pot with a sunflower seed buried in the pot.

There is also a pink post-it note attached to the basin.

There are a few lines of immature small print left on it.

[Brother Xiaosi, I will give you a sunflower seed, hoping that you can harvest a big sunflower next year.]

We'll see you when we grow up.

Qingqing]

*

Although the matters of 'pregnancy' and 'plagiarism' have been clarified for the first time, in the next two days, Fang Bingqing will inevitably become the object of everyone's discussion.

However, she has long been accustomed to standing on this kind of 'cusp', and her psychological endurance is a must.

Fortunately, everyone's interest did not last long.

……

Friday was a good day.

Fang Bingqing packed up his things in the dormitory early, and prepared to take the subway to the 'Canglan Martial Arts Hall' as soon as school in the afternoon to start a two-day 'part-time' life.

Who knows, Han Siwen's sudden arrival not only disrupted her plan, but also made the little gossip of her classmates soar to the highest peak.

……

After the second class in the afternoon, the time was exactly six o'clock.

It was dinner time, so the students in the whole school building were rushing out in twos and threes.

As soon as Fang Bingqing and Wen Shi walked out of the door of the teaching building, they saw Han Siwen leaning on a red sports car and holding a bouquet of bright roses in his hand.

The surroundings are crowded with star-eyed melon-eating people.

"Hey, Bingqing!"

Before Fang Bingqing could react, Han Siwen held the flower and shouted loudly.

Fang Bingqing and Wen Shi looked at each other, both of them looking confused.

Walking down the steps with a confused face, Han Siwen also stepped forward handsomely.

"Is there something wrong?" Fang Bing asked lightly.

Han Siwen didn't say what to do, but handed over the bouquet in his hand.

"For you."

"I'm sorry, I don't like flowers." Fang Bingqing bluntly refused.

"Don't be embarrassed, how can a woman not like flowers." Han Siwen sniffed the fragrance of flowers in his arms.

"If nothing else, we'll go first."

Fang Bingqing took Wen Shi's hand and was about to leave from the side.

"Eh, there's something!" Han Siwen stretched out his long arm and blocked Fang Bingqing's way.

Fang Bingqing gave Han Siwen a look, signaling him to say something quickly.

"Get in the car." Han Siwen shook the car key in his hand and said proudly, "Happy taking you out!" ”

After speaking, he looked at Wen Shi again and said, "Shishi, Brother Sven will take you with me next time." ”

The meaning of this could not be more obvious.

Wen Shi scratched Bingqing's palm below, and whispered, "Bingqing, I'll ...... Ang left first, and called me if there was something. ”

Fang Bingqing nodded.

The matter between her and Han Siwen is really difficult for others to get involved.