Even though he knew that Hua Yijin might not really reply to his message, Shen Qingjia was still very sad when the final conjecture was confirmed.

Even once, I hope that Hua Bijin can see her sincerity.

She never took the things she thought to heart about them.

If someone can see your heart all the time.

If someone always thinks about all the things on your mind.

If he's someone you like.

If the person he likes is not you.

Shen Qingjia, 2005

When Song Fusheng knocked on the door, Shen Qingjia was wrapping the book cover.

That's right, this habit that started in the first grade of elementary school continued until the first year of high school. The only thing that has changed is that the paper wrapped in the book cover has changed from calendar paper to a delicate book cover bought at a stationery store.

"What are you doing," Song Fusheng handed a glass of hot milk to Shen Qingjia.

Shen Qingjia was a little surprised. He came here to bring her milk, and she instantly remembered her mother. But soon she returned to reality, which was in Song Fusheng's house. Shen Qingjia said thank you, and then took a sip of milk. "Didn't you send out new books yesterday, I'll give them a new look. Hee-hee"

Song Fusheng likes to see Shen Qingjia laughing.

Because of this smile, he doesn't comment on these book covers, anyway, they are all comics that she likes.

"Have you ever thought about pasting the cartoons you drew on them," Song Fusheng suddenly asked her.

"Ah, I don't have that ability yet." Shen Qingjia said with a smile.

"I'm sure you'll be able to do it one day." Song Fusheng said.

"How do you know what my dream is" Shen Qingjia was surprised, the implication of Song Fusheng's words was that she knew that she wanted to become a cartoonist. But she didn't think she had ever told Song Fusheng about these things. She didn't even talk about it, including Hua Xiangjin.

Shen Qingjia's most annoying thing is that others laugh at her dreams.

Of course. No one knows about her dreams, so no one has ever laughed so much at her naivety and indiscretion.

Song Fusheng is such a powerful person, and he even encouraged her to cheer, she remembered that he didn't believe that she could pass the grade skipping test. Song Fusheng's mind is really hard to guess.

"What are you thinking" Song Fusheng saw that he was a little distracted, and inevitably wondered if she was still thinking about the flowers. If that was the case, he wanted to ask what he could do.

"Nothing. You haven't answered my question yet. I haven't told anyone about it yet. This dream is my secret. After Shen Qingjia finished speaking, he took another sip of milk. Maybe I'll be able to get a good night's sleep today.

Only by sleeping well can we have the energy to face tomorrow. Classes will start tomorrow. Shen Qingjia was looking forward to it.

"Most people want to make what they love their dream career. You love drawing so much, I naturally think so. Song Fusheng said.

"What about you?"

I don't know why, Shen Qingjia asked Song Fusheng the same question like a friend.

"I don't have dreams." But Song Fusheng's answer disappointed her.

She didn't believe it at all. People who don't believe in dreams can never lose themselves. In the impression that Song Fusheng has always been advancing, she has never seen him when he is confused, he has always been at the forefront.

Maybe he just didn't want to tell himself.

Shen Qingjia was not reluctant, she smiled and said, "One day you will find your dream." ”

Everyone will wake up at some point to what exactly they really want. Maybe this moment came a little late, but it always came. Just go forward with faith.

Don't look back, keep going.

"I hope so." Song Fusheng said.

"What is the matter with you coming to me" Shen Qingjia suddenly remembered the most important thing and hadn't asked yet.

"It's okay, I'll come and see you." Song Fusheng touched Shen Qingjia's head.

Shen Qingjia's heartbeat was a beat slower. Her body suddenly stiffened and remained motionless. Song Fusheng, he's fine.