Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

finally waited for Shen Qingjia's reply.

Shi Xue cried excitedly in the quilt. Of course, she didn't dare make any noise.

She bit her lip and held back.

It's a happy thing. She said silently to herself. I was very happy to receive her text message. I thought she wouldn't reply to herself, after all, she had waited so long. But another voice in her heart believed her, believing that she would definitely reply to her as long as she saw the text message. In the end, she waited for her. That's nice.

Shi Xue's tears flowed even more after seeing the content of Shen Qingjia's text message. Almost unrestrained.

She really didn't expect that she would even notice such a trivial detail.

Sure enough, he is a very gentle and kind person.

Shi Xue burst into tears and laughed.

Some people are lucky to be able to meet her, and how lucky she is to be friends with her. She thought she might have saved the galaxy in her last life.

Shixue is awake.

She didn't want Shen Qingjia to worry, so she didn't say anything about tonight, but simply replied with three words [see you tomorrow].

This time, there is still no emoji.

She didn't notice it until she finished it.

Sure enough, some gloom cannot be eliminated in an instant, just like pretending happiness is always unreal, and the slightest hint of someone will immediately break apart without warning.

Even in the late autumn season, Shixue is stuffy in the quilt and there are fine beads of sweat. Maybe it's because I'm emotional just now, maybe it's because it's really too breathable and uncomfortable to hold like this. Shi Xue stuck her head out of the quilt and felt a burst of fresh air coming from the night. It's the taste of being alive.

*

Every weekend when he doesn't go home, Shen Qingjia stays in Dijingyuan.

She used to finish her homework on Fridays. On Saturdays, I write and draw at home. The main thing is to draw. Recently she was drawing illustrations, and she missed some materials and watched some instructional videos. Start illustrating your favorite drawings yourself. That's how she's going to spend this day off.

What I never expected was that Song Fusheng came to knock on the door early in the morning.

By that time she had woken up and had already started a new day – to continue illustrating.

Faced with Song Fusheng's sudden appearance, she was a little nervous - afraid that Song Fusheng would see her clumsiness, and she was worried that she would be teased. But she thought too much about it, Song Fusheng didn't come in, just stood at the door, it seemed that he was about to stand here and finish talking to her.

It's good.

"Morning." Shen Qingjia smiled slightly.

"Early. Do you have any arrangements for today? Song Fusheng asked.

Shen Qingjia deliberately looked at his face, it was no different from usual, but today it looks like his skin is better, white and red, it's just blown. Shen Qingjia didn't have such delicate skin as he did. It's a shame.

"Do I have something stuck to my face?" Song Fusheng saw that Shen Qingjia didn't answer his question, so he reached out and touched his face and asked.

Shen Qingjia apologized for his faux pas, "No, no, no." I'm a little distracted. If you ask me, I'll play by myself at home. Shen Qingjia was embarrassed to say that he was drawing illustrations, and he was illustrating the inside pages of his favorite writer Shen Song's new calligraphy and paintings. Speaking of Shen Song, Shen Qingjia would remember that Song Fusheng was not interested in him at all, and she was inexplicably a little depressed when she thought of this. "Song Fusheng. Why don't you eat the Amway I gave you? ”

Song Fusheng was confused when he heard it. What is she trying to express? Song Fuchang's curly eyelashes blinked, indicating that he didn't know what she was talking about.

Shen Qingjia looked at Song Fusheng, who rarely showed such a childlike expression, and couldn't help but show a cute smile. "I just suddenly remembered that you didn't like Shen Song. You say that you are such a tasteful person, why don't you like such a tasteful writer? Shen Qingjia really wanted to run in, get a copy of the latest magazine, stuff it to Song Fusheng, and then force him to read the whole article like a teacher, and then write a 300-word after-reading feeling. But she was imagining herself in her head.

No matter what it is, whether it is a big thing or a small matter, in short, everything, Shen Qingjia does not want to be rejected by Song Fusheng. In order not to be rejected, she was willing not to start. Keep a fantasy and put yourself at ease. Shen Qingjia, who seems to be rational in everything, actually has a muddy side.

"......" Song Fusheng didn't know that Shen Qingjia would talk about Shen Song again. He was also a little dumbfounded for a while. After about thirty seconds of silence, Song Fusheng looked directly into Shen Qingjia's eyes and asked her, "You are so obsessed with a person who has never met and doesn't know gender. I would like to know the reason. ”

"Because it's Shen Song." Who knows, Shen Qingjia gave the answer without even thinking about it. This speed made Song Fusheng fall into a panic again.

"Do you think the way he shows him is what he is? What if it's just fake? For example, the character design of a beautiful young writer. There was an imperceptible chill on Song Fusheng's face.

"Anyway, it's all Shen Song." Shen Qingjia was naïve and persistent, and was unmoved. Just like she identified Song Fusheng, Shen Song is also a ray of light in her life, and she will not let him disappear.

Wait a minute?

Shen Qingjia suddenly remembered something. She recalled Song Fusheng's words again. Her eyes were wide open, full of curiosity, "Song Fusheng." You just said the five words of a beautiful young writer, right? A beautiful boy is a man, right? I remember that the magazine didn't mention Shen Song's gender, I don't even know if he's male or female, you know it as a passerby? Do you know Shen Song?? Shen Qingjia looked at Song Fusheng's face, and there was no look of looking away at all, as if she wouldn't give up easily if he didn't give her a convincing answer.

A lion looks at its weak prey. Song Fusheng inexplicably appeared in front of his eyes......

"Girls prefer beautiful girls to beautiful writers, especially talented beautiful boys. Isn't it? Song Fusheng answered her doubts like this.

Shen Qingjia couldn't refute it after hearing it. Well, it does. But that's the answer? Shen Qingjia looked at Song Fusheng suspiciously. Song Fusheng saw the shaking in Shen Qingjia's eyes, it seems that this stupid girl really believes it. It's so easy to deceive. Of course, Song Fusheng didn't show any, he took the opportunity to change the topic back, "No matter what, I must admit that you who like Shen Song are very, very discerning. ”

Shen Qingjia likes this sentence, very, very much. She replied to Song Fusheng seriously: "You are very, very discerning to be able to say such things. ”

As soon as Shen Qingjia finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh. She likes to be complimented on her idols. It made her proud. Although it doesn't have much to do with her.

Song Fusheng likes to see Shen Qingjia laughing.

When he saw her laughing, he would laugh unconsciously. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Flowers in the World Are Dusty Claw Book House" for free for the first time.