Chapter 75: The Heart Has a Soul

Shen Qingjia's feet didn't look like walking on a cement road at all, she felt that she was walking on a large field of colorful clouds, soft and glutinous, and the whole person was fluttering.

"Why did you come to bring me an umbrella today? My mom called you? Shen Qingjia didn't believe it. But she didn't like to have doubts in her heart, so she still asked Song Fusheng to verify the real situation.

Song Fusheng didn't expect Shen Qingjia to ask about this now. He looked at her as he walked, and occasionally bumped into her eyes, so he quickly moved away, and his face was slightly hot: "Today is my grandfather's birthday, my parents came back together, and I want you to eat birthday cake together." I just ran into your mom with an umbrella and getting ready to go out. She said you didn't bring an umbrella. I see that my brother is home alone, which is quite unsettling. Anyway, I didn't have anything to do, so I said I'd help her deliver it. Song Fusheng rarely gave such a detailed explanation to others, and Shen Qingjia was one of the few people. Although for Song Fusheng, these words were really inconsequential and even a little boring, but it was only because the other party was not Shen Qingjia. He hoped that Shen Qingjia could talk to him more, not just studying.

"Oh so. Happy birthday to Grandpa Song. Shen Qingjia said with a smile.

"Later, you and I will go to my house and tell grandpa himself."

"Is Nishiki back?" Shen Qingjia knew the answer in her heart, but she was still looking forward to some surprises. To put it bluntly, maybe she has never been to Song Fusheng's house alone.

"Nope."

"Oh."

"Won't you come to my house if she doesn't come back?"

Song Fusheng's question was really straightforward.

Shen Qingjia replied more bluntly.

"Hmm. Don't come. ”

The "......" conversation suddenly reached a dead end. Shen Qingjia really hated herself for being spineless, but she really didn't have the courage to follow Song Fusheng into his door. Just walking with Song Fusheng like this now, she felt that it was difficult to breathe, and her words were a little incomprehensible. The person she had had had a crush on for so long suddenly stood beside her so closely, and she was a little dizzy, dizzy with happiness.

"Anyway, I appreciate your kindness." Shen Qingjia cleaned up his chaotic mood and said to Song Fusheng as calmly as possible.

This was the first time Song Fusheng invited her to her house, just to invite her. But she refused. Later, as long as she thought of this every day, Shen Qingjia's heart was like thousands of ants crawling, and she really regretted that she had missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

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Long silence......

Song Fusheng was about to say something and choked back into his stomach. Shen Qingjia really didn't want to talk to him, today he almost thought that everything was an illusion in the past, but now it seems that it is not, she probably really doesn't like him. He was speechless about the fawn he had just rammed into. It has always been just wishful thinking on his part.

Song Fusheng suddenly remembered what Zhuang Zhou had saidβ€”is that girl a unique existence for you?

He didn't answer Zhuang Zhou at that time. Now looking at Shen Qingjia's face, he suddenly had a definite answer. She was a unique gem in his life, and he didn't hesitate. Even if she doesn't like him, he is willing to guard her silently like this.

Just guarded her quietly.

"Song Fusheng?"

"Say."

"Where do you go to high school? Going straight to the high school of the school? ”

"Hmm."

Shen Qingjia secretly glanced at Song Fusheng again when Song Fusheng turned his face to look ahead, and soon she also looked straight ahead. Sure enough, he was still going there. Shen Qingjia believes in his choice. Even if I like you, she will never be able to say it, it doesn't matter, as long as you can look up at the same sky with him, it is also a kind of happiness.

She wants to become a better person, standing side by side with him shining, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and watching the clouds roll up.