After the constant temperature left, the atmosphere in the room inexplicably became a little different.

Shen Qingjia hoped that it was just her own delusion.

But it's really not.

She once fantasized about the scene of sitting with Song Fusheng, of course, it was impossible, such as going to school together, or the two becoming classmates, and the two talking about their ideals and the future together. Every time she thought about it, she couldn't help but laugh. Dreams are beautiful, but dreams are also fake.

Don't be intoxicated, don't be intoxicated.

That's what she always reminds herself.

She knew that the distance between her and Song Fusheng was not just one year higher than him. Many, many more have become a barrier between them, insurmountable. Sure enough, it was still Hua Rujin who was the most suitable person to stand by his side.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Song Fusheng interrupted her thoughts and pulled her back into reality.

"I-" It's actually very difficult to refuse a request from someone you really like, because even if you say no, you still want to say yes in your heart. Contradictions are like boiling water that burns your heart, and there is no peace.

"Shen Qingjia, I really need your help. Please. Song Fusheng suddenly stretched out his hand to her, his attitude was still extremely humble, and it was difficult for the people around him not to be moved by his sincerity.

"A handshake is all there is to spare. I promise you it is. But when your relatives are gone, I will go back to school. Shen Qingjia still couldn't parry Song Fusheng's offensive in the end.

It's just that why do you have some small expectations in your heart? Shen Qingjia read silently in his heart, calm and calm, don't expose his careful thoughts.

"That's great."

There was light in Song Fusheng's eyes.

*

There was still a week before the start of school, and Song Fusheng visited again.

This time it's even more exaggerated than last time. Song Fusheng prepared gifts for all of Shen Qingjia's family. Shen Qingjia watched him pick up one packaging box after another from the car, full of doubts, this is not the New Year, is he handing out gift bags? But Shen Qingjia was embarrassed to say it clearly, feeling that it would embarrass him. Heng Wen came out of the kitchen and saw a large number of various gifts in the hall, completely confused, she looked at Shen Qingjia and then at Song Fusheng, "Fusheng, you don't have to buy so many things when you come." ”

"Aunt Wen. That's as it should be. ”

“……”

Shen Qingjia was really confused. Song Fusheng, what is this doing? She had promised to help her, but he didn't have to thank her so much. Luckily, Dad went out to do some work today, otherwise he would have let him take all his things. Reactive power is not punished. It's a trivial matter. Shen Chi would definitely say so.

If that's the case, it will probably be embarrassing.

"Aunt Wen, I want to take Shen Qingjia to Zilin today. School started in just one week, and I took her to get acquainted with the situation first. What do you think? ”

"I don't think so. Shen Qingjia, didn't you pack up your things a long time ago, it's better to adapt to the environment as soon as possible. ”

"I'm very adaptable, don't worry." Shen Qingjia said.

"I know. But anyway, I have to go early and late, and now that Fusheng is coming to pick you up, you can go together. Before school starts, it's okay to let Fusheng take you to the city. ”

“……”

"But my dad isn't home right now."

"It's okay, we can leave in the afternoon."

“？？？”

"Then wait until your dad comes back. Stay and eat. ”

"Okay, Aunt Wen. I'm sorry for your trouble again. ”

"Out of the way. After arriving in Zilin, Qingjia will ask you. ”

"You and your uncle are absolutely assured, I will definitely take care of her."

……

Shen Qingjia always felt that something was wrong. Didn't she go to help him, why did she ask him to take care of her? Did her mom really not get her priorities wrong? Shen Qingjia was staring at Song Fusheng with suspicion on his face at this time.