For the first time, Song Fusheng felt that receiving red envelopes was like a war.

He was still a little confused.

Shen Qingjia kept looking at him intently, as if he was going to decompose him.

"Do you have something to say to me?" Song Fusheng asked.

"Nope. I just think you're cute sometimes. ”

"Cute?" Song Fusheng had to say that he didn't like the adjective. Because he's a boy. Shouldn't it be a word like handsome and handsome to describe him than cute?

"Hmm!" Shen Qingjia laughed happily, and the small dimples on her cheeks made her whole person look sweeter.

Because of this good-looking smile, Song Fusheng decided not to worry about these meaningless little things with her.

"It's going to take some time to get home, so you can take a nap. I'll call you when it's time. Song Fusheng said to him.

"I'm not sleepy, not sleepy at all." Shen Qingjia hurriedly waved his hand. Actually, she does want to sleep, but she can't. She wasn't sure if she was sleeping gracefully. She definitely didn't want to show any bad looks in front of Song Fusheng. Shen Qingjia had to work hard to drive away this gradually intense drowsiness. She took out a novel from her school bag and saw that it was her favorite writer Shen Song's famous work "One Person Can Amaze Time". Song Fusheng looked at her sparkling eyes and asked, "Do you like this book?" ”

"Hmmm! Very much! She's my idol! ”

“……”

Shen Qingjia looked at Song Fusheng and suddenly turned his face away, feeling a little apprehensive, it seemed that he didn't like it? She still dared to ask, "You don't like it?" Song Fusheng, I really want to highly recommend this writer to you. His columns are all very well written, and all the characters he creates are particularly plump, flesh and blood, and super infectious. Why don't I lend you a look? After Shen Qingjia finished saying this, he handed the book to Song Fusheng.

It's just that Song Fusheng didn't answer: "No need." ”

Looking at his cold attitude, Shen Qingjia was a little disappointed: It seems that this writer is not his favorite type. It's a shame.

"Okay. I'm sure you'll love him if you look at it! After a few minutes, Shen Qingjia suddenly raised his head from the book again to make a final effort.

Of course it still fails.

“……”

Their conversation had only ended for two minutes, and Song Fusheng found that Shen Qingjia had fallen into a sweet sleep: she fell asleep against her seat, and the book "One Man Can Amaze Time" was spread out and covered on her face. "Shen Qingjia?" Song Fusheng gently called her name.

And there was no response. It seems to have slept deeply.

Song Fusheng gently took the book from her face, and many sentences were marked in the page she opened.

"If life doesn't make you happy, live a happier life."

"The person he likes is obviously close in front of him, but he often feels that he is far away in the sky, and it is a white cloud on the horizon, out of reach."

"Light joy is like a dog, and deep love is like a long wind. The dog is you, the wind is you, and the beauty of the world is you. ”

*

Since the last goodbye, Hua Bijin has never called Shen Qingjia again, and the matter of writing a letter has naturally been omitted. However, what satisfied her was that Shen Qingjia still called her three times after that, once two days before her high school entrance examination, and once on the day she received the admission letter from Zilin Middle School, and the most recent one was to tell herself that she was also admitted to Zilin Middle School. It doesn't mean that a scholar like Shen Qingjia could fall off the list. Glad? Of course she was happy for her.

Even in the same school, flowers are always flowers, and Shen Qingjia is just Shen Qingjia.