If I have two lives, one I will dedicate it to all my ideals, and the other I will make it all yours. But I have only one life, so you are all my ideals, and my ideals become ideals because of you.

——Shen Song, "Love and Ideals"

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Song Fusheng's family.

Nine o'clock in the evening. On weekdays, at this time, Song Fusheng had already started working in the study. Today is different. Zhuang Zhou came to his room after taking a bath. He's still so familiar with the road, completely ignoring his mood as the protagonist. Now he sleeps in his bed in his pajamas, his hands crossed behind his head, and his mouth hums a lilting song.

Song Fusheng sat on the chair and looked at him indifferently, and gradually this look turned into disgust, and finally turned into wordless anger. "Zhuang, Zhou," he called his name word by word.

"You say. I'm listening. Zhuang Zhou directly ignored Song Fusheng's emotions. Anyway, he just wanted to get rid of him. He doesn't understand anything, he doesn't know anything~

"Can't you go back to your room?" Ever since Zhuang Zhou lived in his house, his quiet time alone was gone, almost forever.

"The night is long, I can't sleep......"

"It's my business."

"......" Song Fusheng is Song Fusheng is always so ruthless. But Zhuang Zhou is the skin. He let him get angry, but opened the conversation to himself.

"Seriously, Fusheng, I've always wanted to ask you something." Zhuang Zhou glanced at Song Fusheng, convinced that he didn't intend to interrupt him, and continued, "It's that girl, who is she?" ”

"Who?" Song Fusheng thought that Zhuang Zhou was talking about flowers. "My classmate, an eldest lady."

"Isn't she a level below you? Downgraded? Zhuang Zhou remembered that the girl was now in the second semester of junior high school. He was sure he was not mistaken.

"Who the hell are you talking about???" Song Fusheng looked dazed, Zhuang Zhou didn't seem to be talking about flowers. Could it be her? Song Fusheng's heart sank, and in order to hide the look on his face, he decided to get up and get water to drink.

Zhuang Zhou was surprised by Song Fusheng's reaction. It seems that this person has a certain weight in Song Fusheng's heart. Could it be? "Thank you." Zhuang Zhou broke off the idea of speculation, and he raised his hand to take the mineral water that Song Fusheng brought. "It's the girl who asked you to put down your body and face and ask me for help. I'm interested in her. Zhuang Zhou didn't plan to directly debunk Song Fusheng's desire to cover up, he wanted to hear what he had to say. Nothing is more valuable than the person's own personal account. Even if the authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear. There is no common sense in such a thing as feelings, you just have your mouth closed, your ears covered, your eyes closed, and your likes will float out of all the cracks, and you can't stop it.

Song Fusheng's face was calm: "That incident has nothing to do with her." It's purely that I feel that life is really boring, and during that time, compassion and a sense of justice are overflowing, and I can't get used to that kind of self-righteous bastard. ”

Zhuang Zhou wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. This is where the conversation comes in. "As far as I know, Young Master Song is not interested in the people next to him. What's more, it's just a trivial matter. Are you sure it's just because it's boring? ”

"Or else?"

"Who is she? Could it be your childhood sweetheart? Although Zhuang Zhou was in the first year of junior high school, he really became friends with Song Fusheng. But he thinks he knows everything about Song Fusheng's past - his parents have told him about it. Song Fusheng was born in City A, because of his parents' work, he returned to his grandfather's house in the countryside in the fourth grade of primary school, and transferred back to City A in the first semester of the sixth grade, and has been going to school in City A since then. Occasionally, I went back to the countryside to visit my grandfather on weekends. There should be no long-term childhood sweethearts in such a life of frequent moving. Zhuang Zhou thought so. After all, people like him who have been living in one place all the time don't have any green plums, of course, there are still bamboo horses. That's it, not to mention the bamboo horse, it's also quite annoying. Now he still cares more about his friend Song Fusheng's little Qingmei.