She thought about it carefully all night, and it wasn't until today that she came up with Song Fusheng's true intentions - he clearly said that he bought it for her, but in fact, what he really meant was to ask her to borrow flowers and offer Buddha to Hua Rujin.

A person like Song Fusheng is embarrassed to buy things directly to the people he likes.

Yes, Song Fusheng likes flowers. Everybody knows. Maybe Shen Qingjia was the last person to see it. On the one hand, Shen Qingjia expressed his shock at his stupidity, and on the other hand, he was also relieved that he had finally seen through the truth.

Although Shen Qingjia is stupid, he is not incorrigible. As the so-called rotten wood can be carved, and children can be taught.

"Wow! So much chocolate! This will cost him half a month's living expenses. He's really willing. But why did he buy it for me? I didn't let him buy it. Besides, I don't like to eat chocolate very much, because eating too much chocolate is easy to gain weight. Hua Rujin chattered for a while, and finally she decided to leave the chocolate to Shen Qingjia.

"Qingjia, you can keep it for yourself. If you don't eat it, give it to our brother Zhishi. Anyway, both of you siblings are very thin. ”

"No, you can take it. After all, this is Song Fusheng's intention. ”

"Qingjia. Spare me. I'm going to die if I eat so much, and I'm going to die fat. Song Fusheng, this kid, must have bad intentions. I'll settle accounts with him later. Hua Rujin neatly tied up the shopping bags, and then pushed them all in front of Shen Qingjia. You don't say anything, that's all. ”

Even if there are thousands of words, Shen Qingjia has nothing to say. Song Fusheng wants to keep it secret, so follow his mind and help him keep it secret.

"Brocade."

"Shen Qingjia. I told you not to talk about it anymore. ”

"No, I want to ask you one thing - you really don't want these chocolates?"

"That's right. I won't eat it, I'll give it all to you. Whatever? ”

"Okay, I got it. Thank you. You've always been so nice to me. ”

"What, it's not a big deal." Hua Yijin felt that Shen Qingjia always liked to make such a fuss. Every time I saw Shen Qingjia's innocent smile, Hua Yijin was very sympathetic to her, she was really pitiful.

Song Fusheng was sleeping at home when he suddenly received a text message full of flowers. "What's the matter with you buying so much chocolate?"

Song Fusheng felt inexplicable, so he replied with a question mark casually.

"Anyway, thank you." The speed of replying to messages is very fast.

Song Fusheng felt even more confused, but he didn't ask more, he didn't reply to the message, and deleted all the chat messages by the way. He put his phone back on the table and went back to bed.

Soon he fell asleep. There is a girl with short hair in the dream, really short, like a tomboy. He himself was in a dream. He watched her from the balcony. She was in a daze under the camphor tree. She didn't smile in her dreams. She looked far away. He just kept looking at her. He waved at her, but she didn't see it; He called her name again, but she still didn't hear her. He raised the decibels in a hurry, and then he woke up from his dream.

I woke up covered in sweat.

Perhaps the day of parting is getting closer and closer, and the anxiety in his heart is increasing day by day.

He sat up, leaning against the pillow, his eyes glazed. What is he anxious about? Is it because he is reluctant to grandpa, or because he is reluctant to cross the lotus flower, or because he did not escape from the confinement of his parents in the end? Could it be related to the little girl in the dream? If there are too many answers, there will be no answers at all.

At the end of September, he was hesitant and bored in his heart, wanting winter to come soon.

He remembered that there was another special day in winter, and his heart rippled slightly.