Shen Zhishi really hoped that he could see Song Fusheng every day. That way he will have something to eat every day.

Shen Zhishi of course told Song Fusheng about this simple and straightforward wish. Song Fusheng touched Shen Zhishi's head and said gently, no problem.

In fact, a trace of sadness crossed his brow.

Days like that are numbered.

The day of their parting is getting closer and closer.

"Anyway, thank you for sending us the buns. Thank you so much for taking care of you. Shen Qingjia found that as long as she faced Song Fusheng, she couldn't speak well like she treated her peers. Even if there are a lot of words of thanks brewing in my stomach, I always say it in the end, so dry and serious.

Who made Shen Qingjia such a serious person.

Maybe Song Fusheng still thinks she is a boring person.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingjia fell into loss again. She was angry that she couldn't always talk about light-hearted topics like flowers. Everything is so natural and lightweight.

Shen Qingjia, you're really boring.

"Wait." Shen Qingjia suddenly ran back to his room. She hesitated in the room for a long time, not knowing what to give him in return. Shen Qingjia opened the drawer, and in the drawer were all the small things she liked and cherished the most.

It's just that which one should be given to Song Fusheng?

Wouldn't it be a little strange to give him this lyric book? I don't know if he likes to sing or not. In case none of these lyrics are his favorite songs, then he will definitely throw them away. Forget it.

If you give him this tinplate box, isn't it too tasteless? No boy would want to collect a broken box, and that doesn't make any special sense, and it's dirty, isn't it? Forget it.

Wouldn't it be too naïve to send him this stack of cartoon stickers? Even with his favorite "Slam Dunk", it can't alleviate more girlishness. Forget it.

If you give him this exotic notepad, isn't it too cheap? After all, this book is given by buying yogurt, and the word Yili is printed on it. Forget it.

As for the other gadgets, she didn't even have to think about it, and decided to give up all of them.

In the end, she made a bold decision - simply paint a picture for Song Fusheng. Painting is one of Shen Qingjia's specialties. She was sure that the gift would not be too face-saving or too abrupt. Etiquette is light and affectionate. Even the gift Shen Qingjia thought about it. But what to draw? I thought about all the cartoons of flowers, birds, insects and fish, and finally decided to draw a Song Fusheng. At the thought of painting a Song Fusheng, Shen Qingjia's heart beat faster inexplicably. Let's draw a picture of Song Fusheng in my impression.

Since it was decided, Shen Qingjia immediately took out drawing paper and pencil and sat at the desk to start work.

Let's take a look at Shen Zhishi's side.

Song Fusheng had already finished instructing Shen Zhishi's homework. They even chatted for a while.

Shen Zhishi likes to talk to Song Fusheng. Whether it is Song Fusheng's appearance and temperament or conversation, he deeply admires it. Shen Zhishi hopes that when he grows up, he can be as good-looking and excellent as Song Fusheng.

"Brother Sheng, I heard you're moving out. Is this true? "Shen Zhishi wanted to ask last week, but he couldn't find the right time. Although most of the news he heard from his mother was true, he still wanted to hear what the person concerned really thought. But it has also been said that hearsay is always undesirable these days.

"Who said that?" Song Fusheng couldn't help frowning.

"I heard what the adults said, but my sister probably didn't know." Shen Zhishi said.

"Hmm. It's almost there. Song Fusheng didn't hide it. He nodded to indicate that the news was true.