Shen Qingjia thought that the lunch on this day was the most lively and happiest meal except for the Spring Festival.

Unlike normal days, everyone said a lot today, even Song Fusheng, who rarely spoke to Shen Chi and Heng Wen, had more words than in the past. Shen Zhishi has always played the role of a lively atmosphere, and after a meal, he initiated the toasting ceremony at least five times. Shen Chi didn't even mean to stop this. Shen Chi also rarely said a lot of things today, from astronomy to geography, and about the past things of their time, almost without saying anything. Shen Qingjia rarely discovered a peculiar phenomenon - Song Fusheng and Shen Chi got along surprisingly. It's incredible. The people on the side of him are either blindly flattering and false about his father's lofty talk, or they are constantly interrupting and unreasonable, only Song Fusheng can answer the various questions thrown by his father from time to time and explain his opinions one by one. Shen Qingjia could see that Shen Chi admired Song Fusheng very much, maybe he would completely change his previous opinion of Song Fusheng after this conversation - this is a proud and conceited guy, which is really unpleasant. The constant temperature face is always full of smiles. She has never made a mistake in looking at people, and this time watching their happy scene, the last stone in her heart finally fell. No matter how she dresses or her words and deeds, all aspects show that Song Fusheng is a very cultivated and modest and cautious person, and Hengwen feels that she can rest assured that she can let Shen Qingjia live in Song Fusheng's house for a semester. A semester passed quickly, and when his relative was gone, everything was the same again. In the past, Song Fusheng helped Shen Qingjia a lot, and this time it can be regarded as a favor for him.

Shen Qingjia didn't have much luggage, she had a schoolbag on her back, a 22-inch suitcase at hand, five or six sets of clothes in the suitcase, and the rest of the box was filled with books she liked and a big sketchbook. She had thought carefully before tidying up her things, but there was nothing special to bring to school, so she brought only her two favorite things—a book and a sketchbook. The Song family's car arrived in front of the Shen family at about four o'clock.

"Mom and Dad, I'm leaving."

"Shen Zhishi, you have to listen to your parents at home, and you have to work hard."

"Uncle Shen, Aunt Wen, let's go first. Take care of yourselves. I will take care of Shen Qingjia, don't worry. ”

"Qingjia, when you go out, be careful."

"Study hard at school and pay attention to your body."

"Be careful on your way. Qingjia will trouble you. ”

I thought I would get on the bus and set off. But before going out of the gate, Shen Chi actually stuffed a big red envelope for Song Fusheng! This is something that Shen Qingjia never expected. Accident is accident, Shen Qingjia did not speak. However, Song Fusheng refused to be straightforward, Shen Qingjia thought to herself, his family would not lack money if he lacked anything, how could this money be scarce, of course, she was just thinking about it in her heart. "Uncle Shen, you don't need this, you really don't need it." Song Fusheng encountered this kind of thing for the first time in Lianhuadu, and he was not very good at dealing with it, except for this sentence, he didn't need to use it and couldn't think of other suitable words. "Floating. If you want to take it, just take it, a little care, this is your best wishes for being admitted to high school. I wish you good academic progress and a bright future. ”

"I really don't need to~"

"Fusheng, this is your Uncle Shen's intention, don't dislike it."

"I'm not—"

"Song Fusheng, you better take it." Shen Qingjia finally spoke. She looked at Song Fusheng's bewildered appearance and wanted to laugh a little, but now this scene was not very suitable, so she desperately held back.

“……”

"Then again, how come I didn't."

"This one is yours. Both of you have it. As a result, the red envelope soon came to his hand - Heng Wen took a red envelope of the same thickness and stuffed it into Shen Qingjia's hand.

"Thank you, Mom, thank you, Dad!"

"Thank you, auntie, uncle."