Shen Qingjia was a little surprised.

Outside the door, there were two people, Song Fusheng and Zhuang Zhou.

The two of them were standing at her door at the same time.

"Morning." After about half a minute, Shen Qingjia said good morning to the two of them consciously.

"Shen Qingjia is early." Zhuang Zhou is really good-looking when he laughs.

"Early." Song Fusheng rarely had a smile on his face, but his tone sounded quite pleasant, and it didn't seem to be in a bad mood. It's also who wakes up early in the morning and is not in a good mood, unless they are born angry.

"Downstairs?" Shen Qingjia felt that it was strange that the three of them were standing at the door, after all, she didn't plan to invite them in to sit down.

"Let's go. My brother is in a good mood today, and the task of making breakfast will be handed over to me. Zhuang Zhou turned around and went down the stairs one step ahead of them. Shen Qingjia didn't know why he was so cheerful - he saw Zhuang Zhou almost trotting down the stairs and quickly got into the kitchen.

“…… Thank you for your hard work. Shen Qingjia said this completely for himself.

"He writes serials in magazines and just finished his final manuscript today. The mood is as exciting as riding a roller coaster. Song Fusheng saw Shen Qingjia's doubts, and he immediately explained the reason to her.

"I really didn't expect him to be so good." I see. Shen Qingjia suddenly remembered the last time Zhuang Zhou asked him about his hobbies. It seems that they are also like-minded people, of course, she is just a reader, the other party is a high-ranking author, and what she means by like-mindedness is that both of them have common hobbies. Just because of what Song Fusheng said, Zhuang Zhou's status in Shen Qingjia's heart has risen several levels.

"Aren't you going downstairs?" Song Fusheng took two steps and found that Shen Qingjia was still stunned and did not follow.

"Down! I'm coming! Shen Qingjia came back to his senses, closed the door and immediately followed Song Fusheng's footsteps.

"When is Blossom coming?" Song Fusheng walked halfway and suddenly asked her.

"Say it's morning." Shen Qingjia replied while thinking that since you miss Rujin so much, why don't you call her yourself and ask her, or you can go to the station to pick her up. For a moment, she felt that her idea was so ridiculous that it seemed as if she were jealous herself. She let out a long sigh, hoping that she could calm down and not cause some inexplicable emotions.

Song Fusheng naturally heard her sigh. He stopped and asked her, "Aren't you happy today?" Didn't sleep well yesterday? ”

"No, it's not. I just want to sigh, nothing else. Shen Qingjia smiled.

"If you always sigh, happiness will slip away." Song Fusheng smiled at Shen Qingjia.

"This is what my family Shen Song said! What do you think? Do you like him after reading his books? Shen Qingjia suddenly came to passion again, and she looked at Song Fusheng's beautiful face with anticipation.

"I don't like it." Unexpectedly, Song Fusheng gave her a disappointed answer.

"No vision." Shen Qingjia complained dissatisfiedly.

“…… You like Shen Song so much, do you know him? Do you know what kind of person he is? Maybe you don't even know if they're male or female. Am I right? Song Fusheng had a sense of leisure this time, and Shen Qingjia talked up. It seems that he is in a really good mood today. But Shen Qingjia didn't want to ask him why he was so happy. She only knew that Song Fusheng liked to make her, and she was not very happy.

It's his bad taste.

Facing Song Fusheng's series of questions, Shen Qingjia thought seriously and carefully for a long time, and said to Song Fusheng in an extremely firm tone: "I don't understand. But I know the soul of his characters. I believe that the person who can write such a warm and cruel story must be a cute and sensitive person in real life. Because he has a pair of eyes that find beauty and a heart that understands life, he is probably more unhappy than those of us. No matter how small a thing, as small as the sound of a flower blooming, he can probably conceive a story in a huge flower kingdom. In short, in my heart, Shen Song is a very powerful person. It doesn't matter if he's a man or a woman, he's Shen Song anyway. My idol forever. ”

Song Fusheng didn't expect Shen Qingjia to be so persistent in Shen Song, and from her long paragraph, you can read her words about him, but she has tried to understand the real Shen Song. This seriousness and rigor is quite Shen Qingjia. "I think if Shen Song listened to your words, he would definitely laugh back and forth, maybe he would laugh with tears." Song Fusheng left this sentence and went to the balcony.

"Why?" Shen Qingjia didn't allow anyone to treat her idol with such disdain, not even Song Fusheng. Shen Qingjia did not relent, and chased Song Fusheng to the balcony.

Song Fusheng expected that Shen Qingjia would not give up, he held his chin and looked at her indifferently: "Superficial." ”

"Do you mean me or Shen Song?" Shen Qingjia's eyes widened, as if he was going to swallow Song Fusheng, if he was talking about Shen Song.

"What do you think?" As smart as Song Fusheng didn't intend to let her get her wish at will. Today, the wind is light, and he has nothing to do, and teasing her is also a great joy in life.

"Song Fusheng, do you sometimes feel too dark in your heart?" I have known Song Fusheng for so many years, this is the first bad thing Shen Qingjia said to Song Fusheng, about Song Fusheng. As soon as the words came out, Shen Qingjia was obviously a little flustered, would anyone in the world say this about the person he had been secretly in love with for many years? Maybe it's just Shen Qingjia, a stupid person?

The answer in Shen Qingjia's heart was yes.

So she looked at Song Fusheng's face anxiously, she thought he would be a little angry again.

But Song Fusheng was unexpectedly calm, he still just looked at Shen Qingjia with playful eyes. "Bad taste, dark in heart? That's what I think of you in your mind? ”

Shen Qingjia's face was slightly red. She hurriedly waved her hand: "Not all." ”

"Oh? Tell me about it? The strange light in Song Fusheng's eyes made his whole person a little hazy, as if he had added a filter. Later, Shen Qingjia found out that it was because of the effect of sunlight.

"I-" Shen Qingjia was about to speak, but the mobile phone in her pocket rang at an inopportune time. "Maybe it's like brocade." Shen Qingjia took out his mobile phone. However, the caller ID is the landline number at home.

"It's from my family." Shen Qingjia motioned to Song Fusheng not to speak. Song Fusheng wanted to leave, but he was curious about what Shen Qingjia was talking to his family, so he stayed. He leaned his back against the railing and looked at Shen Qingjia quietly.

In the silhouette of light, Shen Qingjia's silhouette is gentle and beautiful. In general, the voice of her and her family on the phone is the same as that of daily conversation, the voice is very soft, and the timbre is as clear as a spring in the mountains. Just like people often say that words are like people, listening to Shen Qingjia's speech, Song Fusheng believes that the words are like people.