Since the two of them went out, Shen Qingjia was the only one left in the huge house.

Sometimes she paced around the room, sometimes she lay on the bed tossing and turning, sometimes she walked out to the open-air balcony to look at the white clouds. Her mood has been up and down, and she has not been able to calm down. When she looked at the white clouds in the sky, she touched her heart and asked herself: Shen Qingjia, is the life you are looking forward to in the end? You're finally just a few steps away from your crush in terms of physical distance - Shen Qingjia's room is next door to Song Fusheng. Are you happy? It's something you don't even think about in your dreams, and suddenly it's real life. Are you happy?

If you say you're unhappy, it's false.

The person you like is always in front of you, how can you not be happy?

It is also false to say that the heart does not hurt.

The person she likes can't look down on herself at all, which really breaks her heart.

In just a few tens of seconds, the white clouds in the sky changed five or six attitudes, and they were so freewheeling, not happy, sad or angry. That's nice. Shen Qingjia suddenly realized that whether it was in Lianhuadu, in the school in the countryside, in Zilin, or in Song Fusheng's house; The so-called life of expectation is her own wishes, dreams and actions, all in accordance with the truest voice in her heart. Therefore, the life she is looking forward to will always be with her. It would be futile to look elsewhere, or to try to redeem it from the past.

The life we look forward to does not exist in the years that have passed, but can only be found in the destiny that God has arranged for us every morning.

Shen Qingjia accepts such a fate and is ready to sing the most beautiful hymn of youth in fate.

No golden words can compare to the relief in your heart, only when you figure it out can you really move forward happily.

Shen Qingjia feels much better now, she is no longer trapped in what kind of person Song Fusheng is, she thinks that it doesn't matter, what matters is what kind of person Song Fusheng is in her heart. There was no reason why she liked him, and she didn't know what to do. She knew she still liked him, because she was still standing here. If one day this love really disappears, she thinks she will probably leave without any nostalgia.

Never to come back.

But until then, she will stay here to meet the maze and challenges laid by fate.

Never back down.

*

Gluttonous feast.

Cooking gold and jade.

Fatty fish and big meat.

Zhuang Zhou and Song Fusheng came back and saw the fragrant dishes on the table, and countless gastronomic adjectives poured out in their hearts. Two big boys, you look at me, I look at you, you know each other. This tacit understanding made their friendship even better.

"Auntie. Today's dish is so special. It's rare to see you so relaxed. Zhuang Zhou lived in Song Fusheng's house for two months and had eaten such a complete range of dishes for the first time. It's not that the meals on weekdays are bad, and naturally they are delicious, but today is really a feast.

Peking duck. A pot. Steamed cured meat. Braised eggplant in oil. Shredded cabbage. Sweet and sour pork ribs. Jinling saltwater duck. Stinky mandarin fish. Shadow of the Lamp beef. Four joy balls. Farmhouse stir-fried meat. West Lake Ulva soup.

The dishes are fragrant and bright, making people salivate.

"It's not my credit, it's thanks to Miss Shen's help that the food can be served on time. Miss Shen is so young and has such exquisite cooking skills, which is really admirable. Aunt Zhang, the nanny, was full of praise for Shen Qingjia. With such a shrewd and capable friend living with Young Master Song, she can indeed return to her hometown with peace of mind.

"Auntie, you're overrated. I'm just doing it. ”

Shen Qingjia's answer was courteous and courteous.