"What did you draw?" Song Fusheng pointed to the paper in Shen Qingjia's hand.

"This one. For you. Shen Qingjia said.

"Thank you." Song Fusheng took it and saw that the person in the painting turned out to be himself.

"You drew me." Ask while knowing the answer.

"I'm going to see I'm going to see! Wow! My sister is a miracle writer. Shen Zhishi stood on tiptoe to look at Shen Qingjia's paintings.

The beautiful boy in the painting paper is Song Fusheng himself! Without the slightest error! It's like a person swimming in the middle of a painting! Such a beautiful boy is really unique. He originally thought that Song Fusheng was good-looking, but now that he has seen Shen Qingjia's paintings, he admires Song Fusheng's prosperous beauty. He was very proud to have such a big brother.

"Is this me? Am I so good-looking? Am I so good-looking? Song Fu gave birth to a sentence that made the two sisters and brothers laugh dumbly. I really don't know if this man is proud or proud.

"You are a hundred times more beautiful than the person in the painting, ten thousand times better!" Shen Zhishi said Shen Qingjia's heart.

It was the first time for Song Fusheng to be praised so directly, and he was an acquaintance, so he felt a little shy. He touched his nose, pretended to cough, and then tried to calm his emotions and said, "I'll take this." Thank you. ”

"Song Fusheng. I don't know what to give you in return. This picture is my thank you for it. Although it may not be of practical use, but the courtesy is light and affectionate, so you can accept it. And what I want to say is, you, don't buy anything next time. That's it. Shen Qingjia looked at Song Fusheng's eyes and said.

He looked at her like that, calm and sober, she seemed to be able to see the sea of stars in his eyes, but if she looked closely, there was only an endless sky, so far-reaching, no one knew where the end was.

Song Fusheng listened to her finish speaking, then glanced at her again, and finally stopped his gaze on Shen Zhishi, "I'm going back to school, see you next time." ”

Shen Zhishi hugged Song Fusheng's body, revealing a reluctant expression, "See you next time." ”

"Goodbye~" Shen Qingjia also said.

"Gone." Song Fusheng took the painting and walked out.

Shen Qingjia followed Song Fusheng to the gate. She watched him go farther and farther, and finally she mustered up the courage to say, "Song Fusheng!" You stay safe on the road and everything goes well. ”

Of course Song Fusheng heard it. He didn't stop, just raised his left hand and waved. Shen Qingjia watched Song Fusheng open the embossed iron gate and enter his yard, and then the iron gate was hidden. A gust of autumn wind came out, and the vines and plants on the iron gate swayed in the wind, as if they were swinging.

He's in.

Shen Qingjia thought to himself.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Shen Qingjia has sent Song Fusheng something outside of a special day. Thinking of this, she had an unrelated question again-I don't know if he kept all the gifts he gave to Song Fusheng in those years-maybe he had already thrown them away, and it was not collectible-maybe she had collected them all, just like herself.

Two thoughts tug-of-war in the mind, one strong and one weak, and sometimes evenly matched. She couldn't come up with a definite answer herself. The only thing Shen Qingjia can be sure of is that she will always keep the gift that Song Fusheng gave her, and it will always be treasured in her mahogany box. For Shen Qingjia, the mahogany box that Shen Chi gave him was now her treasure - it contained the secrets of her youth. She will treasure it until the end of her life.

She will love it for the rest of her life, cherish it as much as she guards her dreams.

That's her favorite.