Song Fusheng couldn't sleep tonight.

He clearly knew that he was suffering from insomnia, but this was definitely not a bad thing - who made his whole heart think about what Zhuang Zhou said.

You really don't see it.

He really didn't see it.

Regardless of whether what Zhuang Zhou said was true or not, but just thinking that it was true, he was already very happy.

I don't know why, but when I think about it, I feel a little nervous. It's Shen Qingjia's birthday soon, and he still prepared a birthday gift for her this time, but this time he really has a different mood than before. Song Fusheng had a bold idea in his heart, but he didn't know if it was feasible.

Song Fusheng thought that he also knew Shen Qingjia, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that he was really in a trance—he didn't know if it was an illusion.

The time had unconsciously reached half past twelve, and Song Fusheng's brain had been running at high speed, and his emotions were quite excited. Maybe it's because he is thinking about something unconsciously, and he feels a little sleepy now. He didn't refuse this sleepiness, closed his eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

*

Lotus is slowly brightening.

The winter morning was foggy. When I opened the door, it was cold. I saw scattered stars in the sky, and the face of the moon loomed in the thin clouds.

A week has passed since Shen Qingjia's winter vacation life. During the week, her routine was the same as at school — and even when she came back, she didn't get into the habit of sleeping in. It's 5:14 a.m. The hard-working mom and dad have gotten up. Mom is lighting a fire and preparing to cook, and Dad is washing rice and vegetables. Only Shen Zhishi was still asleep in sweet dreams. No one was going to wake him up.

Shen Qingjia stood at the gate for a while before entering the house.

When you enter the house, close the outside barricade. The electric light of the hall shines through the barricade through the main gate, and the shadows of the doors and trees are clearly visible. Occasionally, an early bird flew out of the bushes, and flew from branch to branch, and the leaves rustled. The shadows on the ground also became more and more colorful.

Shen Qingjia washed up and returned to his room.

She wasn't going to go back to bed and lie down and get some sleep. She sat down at her desk, picked up a book in her hand, and read it. This is the "Maupassant Short Story Collection" that I bought at Xinhua Bookstore before returning home. She's actually seen it twice. Shen Qingjia opened the book and read it roughly like flowing water. She looked at the notes she had made on the pages of the book, and she was satisfied.

She wasn't going to take a closer look at it again. So he simply put the book back on the bookshelf next to it. said that it was a bookcase, but in fact, it was just a simple bookshelf made by his father Shen Chi, which was not luxurious, but it was very useful, and it was naturally strong and firm. Shen Qingjia felt that she didn't have to buy another bookcase in the future, and this simple wooden bookshelf made by her father occupied one wall of her room. All of Shen Qingjia's books were put on the table, and there was still some blank space to store the new books he bought in the future. Shen Chi is not a carpenter worker, he just saw such a bookshelf in other people's homes and thought it was very practical, so he went to his own scenic forest to cut some trees and came back, and it took him nearly twenty days to make this bookshelf himself.

Shen Qingjia always remembers the shock when she pushed open the door - her room didn't have this bookshelf before. Dad started doing this when she went to school in Zilin City. Even though there are phone calls on weekdays, no one mentions such a large bookshelf. This is the surprise they gave her. Shen Qingjia thought so. It's love, too. Shen Qingjia knew.

Shen Qingjia gently stroked the wooden bookshelf, and his heart was extremely moved. But at that time, in addition to saying to her father, Dad worked hard, you are really amazing! I love this bookshelf so much. Thank you Dad! With such a simple sentence, you won't know what to say later.

Dad just said lightly: If you like it, study hard.

Shen Qingjia nodded vigorously in agreement.

The sudden vibrating sound of the mobile phone interrupted Shen Qingjia's thoughts.

Shen Qingjia returned to her desk again, and she took out her phone from the drawer. Glancing at the display screen. It turned out to be Song Fusheng, Song Fusheng actually called himself at this point?

Shen Qingjia hesitated for more than ten seconds, and finally answered the phone. Her mood at the moment was like a seesaw. It's hard to calm down.

"Hello?" Shen Qingjia was still very nervous.

"Qingjia. Are you out of bed? Song Fusheng's voice was still very cold, but there was a sense of warmth.

"Hmm. Well, it's up. I'm reading. Shen Qingjia's face was as red as a summer sunset. Her cheeks were hot. Song Fusheng called her name just now, without a surname. Song Fusheng directly called her name-Qingjia. Qingjia. This is the first time Song Fusheng has called her that. A burst of ecstasy swept through Shen Qingjia's heart.

This morning was a bit ambiguous, like the smell of candied cherry blossoms.

"You've been waking up early. In the past, you were often the first among us to get up in Dijing Garden. I've always admired you. Zhuang Zhou too. Song Fusheng was still unhurriedly speaking his daily words.

But in fact, the real one is also beating a drum in his heart at the moment. He was so nervous too.

"......" Shen Qingjia's heart is still beating wildly. She was silent for three seconds, then continued, "It's just my usual biological clock. No big deal. "Song Fusheng." Shen Qingjia suddenly called Song Fusheng's name.

"Hmm. What's wrong? Song Fusheng replied lightly, and then asked her what she wanted to say.

"It's nothing. I just wanted to ask what you called me so early for? Did you not sleep well at night? Shen Qingjia really couldn't figure it out. She has been back to Lianhuadu for a long time, but she and Song Fusheng have not been in contact with each other on their mobile phones these days-because they really don't know what to say, if she takes the initiative to call Song Fusheng. Shen Qingjia thought that Song Fusheng must have the same idea.

So so early today, is there something to say? If that's the case, hopefully it's not a bad thing. Shen Qingjia always thinks more than ordinary people.

Maybe it's because I know too well that everything doesn't come easily. Shen Qingjia was also reluctant to pierce this layer of window paper. I'd rather keep such a safe distance all the time than lose.

"It's, it's nothing. I just woke up a little earlier. Song Fusheng said.

"Oh. That's it. Shen Qingjia smiled slightly. The sky outside the window was already bright.

"Oh yes. What are your plans for your birthday? "It seems like that's what the call is for. The results have not been spoken until now.