Today's journey is long and near.

Shen Qingjia's heart was still pounding before entering the house.

"Thank you for today." It's a light-hearted tone.

"Then I'll go home. I'll bring the cake later. Song Fusheng waved his hand and said goodbye.

"Not really." Shen Qingjia knew that her words were useless at all. But it was said anyway. Although she has a soft spot for sweets, her heart is a hundred, perhaps a million times sweeter, than eating sweets today.

Song Fusheng didn't speak again, no matter what he said at this moment, it was superfluous.

It wasn't until Song Fusheng's back disappeared behind the iron gate that Shen Qingjia entered the house. Constant temperature had already prepared brown sugar ginger soup on the table, so Shen Qingjia was pulled into the kitchen by Shen Zhishi before he entered the door. "Sister, hurry up and drink ginger syrup, don't catch a cold." Shen Qingjia said yes and went to wash his hands. The hot ginger syrup went from the throat into the stomach warm, yes, not only the stomach but her whole body was warm. "Sister?" Shen Zhishi's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping was too annoying. "Say it. Don't think about whining people's appetites. Shen Qingjia gurgled and drank the ginger syrup completely. In the mouth, there is a spicy taste of ginger and the sweetness of brown sugar, and the two flavors are very pleasant and delicious. "Brother Sheng gave you an umbrella today, are you excited?"

Shen Qingjia never expected that this little guy would mention Song Fusheng coldly. She tried her best to make her expression look calmer and not too exaggerated—after all, Shen Zhishi was too right! "I can't talk about excitement, just a little surprised." Shen Qingjia got up with the empty bowl and took another dishcloth to brush the dishes. Could it be that the writing on his face is so obvious?

"Really? But I see your face is still very red. ”

"Is there one?" Shen Qingjia covered his cheeks with both hands. She patted it with cold water: "I think I may have a cold." cough cough cough ~ I don't seem to feel very comfortable in my throat either. Shen Qingjia deliberately coughed a few more times, she hoped that she could be more natural. Who made Shen Zhishi, this guy is always a small ghost, and he is very clever. Shen Qingjia didn't want to be teased by his younger brother.

"Today, twenty-four degrees, the human body feels comfortable. Although it was raining heavily, sister, you didn't get wet at all, and your hair and schoolbag were dry. Although you have a few splashes of yellow mud on your upper, it's normal to walk outside on a rainy day. Shen Zhishi was like a robot and meticulously stated the facts.

Shen Qingjia had long expected this to be the case. Who let her have a good brother who is truth-seeking and truth-seeking.

"Yes, yes, yes. You're right. Shen Zhishi: What do you say you are going to do in the future if you are so rigorous? Do you want to be a scientist? ”

"It's not just scientists in this world who need a rigorous attitude. Doesn't everything need to be rigorous? ”

Shen Qingjia was speechless by Shen Zhishi's words, and even a little ashamed. She was a junior high school student who was educated by a primary school student. It's embarrassing. But what Shen Qingjia didn't expect was that Song Fusheng would also be there!

"Shen Zhishi, you are amazing! You're going to be a great character in the future! Song Fusheng walked in with a large dinner plate, and the birthday cake on the plate was just halfway through. He placed the plate on the table at her house. "You don't have time to come, so I'll bring it."

"Thank you, Brother Sheng, but why did you bring so much here?" Shen Zhishi had already started.

"My parents accompanied my grandfather to blow out the candles and left."

Song Fusheng's expression was very calm when he said this, but Shen Qingjia listened to it very unpleasantly in his heart.