Yun Jiaoran didn't care about Hua Bijin's words at all. Yun Jiaoran has always rarely taken anyone in his eyes. Song Fusheng is one of the few people, and then Shen Qingjia. She really didn't care much.

Hua Bijin also sensed this. So she didn't continue to express her determination, she was also a proud person, she didn't like Yun Jiaoran very much, everything was because of Song Fusheng and Shen Qingjia that she would intersect with her. Now she really thinks that she and Yun Jiaoran have become friends, which is really ridiculous. No one is a fool. Why deceive yourself like that. Hua Yijin said to her: "Since you don't disdain to be with me, then no matter how much I and you are, it will be in vain." Are you not? ”

"yes. So you shouldn't have called me either. It's just adding to the troubles. Yun Jiaoran smiled.

"Are you also at Zilin University? I haven't heard from you. "Flowers.

"Does this have anything to do with you? You don't really have to know about me. Yun Jiaoran smiled. The smile was impatient, coping.

"Come on. No, no, I don't care. So be it. "Flowers.

"Bye-bye." No nostalgia, no more to say.

“…… Bye. "It's really an unlikable character. More irritable than Shen Qingjia.

*

Regarding what Hua Yijin told herself, Yun Jiaoran didn't plan to say anything to Shen Qingjia. She didn't think she had any special meaning in doing this. Friendship is not a matter of mercy in the first place. Since Hua Bijin has such a plan, she should confess herself. Since Hua Bijin didn't dare to be direct, she naturally had a ghost in her heart, and she didn't want to pursue the things she had done over the years. Yun Jiaoran believed that Shen Qingjia's heart was no longer as unwavering as it was at the beginning. After all, once there is a crack in trust, it is difficult to repair it perfectly.

School starts in two days. I don't know what kind of expression she will have when she sees her. She's still looking forward to it.

*

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Dinner had been eaten for a long time, and Shen Qingjia was resting in the living room. Originally, she was going to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. But Song Fusheng stopped her in the living room, just leave everything to him. She can watch TV or go for a walk on her own. Shen Qingjia didn't insist, she knew that it was useless to insist, because Song Fusheng was always more determined than her.

Shen Qingjia didn't go anywhere, just watched TV in the living room to kill time, waiting for him to come out when he was busy. She has never used to play with her mobile phone, which has really been just a communication tool for her for so long. She didn't have a reason to use her phone in particular. Except when contacting Song Fusheng. Texting with Song Fusheng was the only moment when she felt that her phone was important.

"What TV are you watching?" Song Fu was born.

"Cartoons. Live on the children's channel. Shen Qingjia replied. It's been a long time since she's watched TV seriously, and there's no purpose in watching it on a whim today.

"Oh. Still watching? Song Fusheng sat down next to her.

"Don't look at it, I'm ready to go to bed." Shen Qingjia replied, and gave the remote control to Song Fusheng.

"I don't watch TV either. Let's go out for a walk. Song Fusheng casually looked at Ling.

"Uh-huh." I wasn't going to go to bed right away. I just don't know what to do. Now that Song Fusheng is like this, she also thinks it's very good. So I got up and prepared to go out with him.

"Shall we walk around the yard or go outside?" Shen Qingjia said a thoughtless sentence.

"Where do you want to go? I'll go wherever you go. Song Fusheng was stunned for a moment, but quickly responded with a slight smile. He was originally you wanted to take her out shopping. It doesn't seem like she wants to go out that much.

"I want to go to the newsstand. I suddenly remembered that Shen Song's new serialization came out this month. ”

"Yes. All right. Song Fusheng suddenly remembered that there was a new magazine in his study, but he still didn't have an exit. Shen Qingjia then wants to buy a copy by herself, so let her go by herself. He decided nothing.

"Are you still not interested in Shen Song? Didn't I recommend you check out his book last time? You still haven't seen it. Shen Qingjia said when he went out.

"Looked. Very good. "Song Fusheng.

"Do you like him?" Shen Qingjia asked.

"Like. Very good.. Song Fusheng's voice made people think that he was just perfunctory.

“…… You're still so simple. I still think Shen Song is great. I just don't know what kind of person he is. I'm looking forward to it. When Shen Qingjia raised Shen Song, there was light in his eyes, and the whole person was glowing. She really likes him.

"Who do you think is more powerful, me or Shen Song?" Song Fusheng suddenly thought of an excellent question.

"Huh? The two of you? This one? Shen Qingjia never expected Song Fusheng to ask this. It's really a problem for her to come. Shen Song is like a lamp to her, and Song Fusheng is like a lamp and a person to rely on, a person who makes her feel at ease. It's all very important. But sure enough, Song Fusheng is more important, because he is the person who has always been really by his side. It's just that she hesitated for so long that Song Fusheng was jealous, and he thought that Shen Qingjia must be in a dilemma.

"Shen Song is really important." Such a vinegary voice.

"Hmm." Shen Qingjia hadn't realized that this was serious.

"I don't think he will write anymore. It's better to stop writing. Song Fusheng added another sentence.

Only then did Shen Qingjia realize that this person was a super vinegar king. She said with a look of horror: "Song Fusheng, you can actually be jealous of my idol? That's too much, isn't it? And you cursed Shen Song behind your back, it's really not very open. You're psychologically dark. Although I am not a saint, one cannot pray for misfortune for others. It's not good. Really, Song Fusheng, hurry up and take back what you just said. Our great writers of the Shen and Song dynasties will always be forever. He'll write until he can't write, no, I want him to do what he loves forever, forever. ”

Shen Qingjia kept looking at Song Fusheng with clear eyes, she must have a picture in her heart now, the most beautiful picture, about the person she likes.

Song Fusheng didn't expect Shen Qingjia to be like this. He just heard that she liked Shen Song very much, but he didn't know that she had such affection for him. It's really the most affectionate fan. "Why do you think he likes to write?" Song Fusheng suddenly asked her.

"Because his books have always been moving. If you read all of his works carefully, you will know the emotions expressed in the book, and you will feel all kinds of touches. If it weren't for his love of writing, he wouldn't have written so sincerely. A perfunctory person can't write such flesh-and-blood works. Absolutely can't be written. Shen Qingjia was so confident.