You said it. Song Fusheng said.

"Then don't you think about it?" Zhuang Zhou asked him.

"I don't have that plan for the time being."

“…… Yo. Our great writer of the Shen Song Dynasty is really very noble. ”

“……”

"I know you have your plans."

"Hmm. Let's get together in a few days. Song Fusheng said suddenly.

"Okay. But where to gather? You're still at home or outside. Zhuang Zhou was quite surprised and looking forward to it.

"At my house."

"Okay. Ask more, who are you going to invite? ”

"You know."

"You know what I know? That's not bad. I think it's going to be hilarious. It's a pre-college. ”

"It's been a week of school."

"So that's the time you told me??"

"August 28th."

"I like the specific timing like this, you know it's hard to guess."

“……”

"It's a shame that we can't be together at university." Zhuang Zhou looked at the window, he hadn't closed the curtains yet, and he could vaguely see the moonlight like water.

"Hmm." Song Fusheng replied in a low voice.

That's probably what the impermanence of the world means.

"Uncle Song hasn't said anything lately, has he?" Zhuang Zhou suddenly remembered Song Zhaoshui. I don't know if he let go of this matter.

"What does he have to say. Now it is impossible for Shen Qingjia to go to school with me. His fears were over. Haven't called me again lately. Song Fusheng said.

Song Fusheng did not tell Zhuang Zhou, he only called home yesterday. The person who answered the phone happened to be his father. Song Fusheng asked the doubts that had been hidden in his heart straightforwardly-did you tell Shen Qingjia about this matter in advance? Song Zhaoshui was a little surprised, it seems that this matter has been known to the girl in advance, maybe ...... The worst thoughts in his mind really were. "This is an important question?" Song Zhaoshui did not answer directly. "All you have to do is tell me if it's you." "What reason do I have to do that?" "Because you don't want her to be admitted to Zilin University, because you know that she can be admitted to the school of her choice without accident." "Yes, I do." "So you admit it?" Song Zhaoshui had no intention of continuing to talk to him about this issue, which is now worthless. He doesn't need to make a move at all, someone has already done what he wants to do in advance, this person is a ruthless character. Maybe it was too boring, he even wanted to know who was behind it. "......" "Your goal has been achieved. Are you very happy to see Shen Qingjia fall off the list? "You should also rejoice, my son, because no one will hinder your future from now on." "I don't want to talk to you right now." "Thank you for telling me the news, son." The "......" ended the dialogue in a state of displeasure on both sides. Song Fusheng really didn't expect that the person he guessed was really his father. Originally, he just thought that his father was very authoritarian, but now it seems that he is indeed an unscrupulous person for the sake of the end. A thick sense of guilt was clouded over his heart.

Because Shen Qingjia was like this, she was no longer a potential threat to their Song family now. At least that's what Song Zhaoshui thinks. So shouldn't Song Fusheng be happy and want to be blessed by misfortune? At least for now, don't worry about whether the old contract should take effect. He didn't have to leave her, he didn't have to disappear into the Azusa Forest. Everything is going on as usual. Even if Song Fusheng comforted himself like this, he still felt uncomfortable in his heart - after all, it was his father. He is his son. All of this is inseparable.

"Floating? Are you still there? You're not going to fall asleep, are you? Zhuang Zhou found that no one spoke for a long time, so he fed and fed several times.

"Yes." Song Fusheng said. He took a break from his memories and came back to reality, and he still had a lot to face. "Shen Qingjia really didn't tell you what school she was going to apply for?"

"Nope. She will choose an art academy based on her score. Zhuang Zhou said.

"Then I see." The score is there, and she can choose if it is Zilin's school, then he can probably guess. It's not 100 percent, but it's a good idea.

"I also have a school in mind, so we'll make a bet then. Now tell me the name of the school in your mind, and I'll tell you mine. SMS as proof. Zhuang Zhou said.

"It's boring, but let's send it." Song Fusheng said.

The sound of buttons was heard in each other's phone calls, and soon the mobile phones on both sides rang at the same time, and it was a new text message.

Zilin Academy of Fine Arts - Zhuang Zhou

Zilin Academy of Fine Arts - Song Fusheng

"Hahaha~"

"It's quite tacit."

"Then now it depends on whether Shen Qingjia and the two of us are heart-to-heart." Zhuang Zhou said in a cheerful tone.

"......" Song Fusheng wanted to say that if Shen Qingjia wanted to have a heart-to-heart relationship with someone, it would also be with him, Song Fusheng. However, for the time being, silence is the best policy.

"If you really study at the Zilin Academy of Fine Arts, it won't be bad, after all, it's right next to our school." Azusa Rim University of Fine Arts is next to Azusa Grove University, which is the only place where you can feel at ease.

"Wait for the acceptance letter."

"Yes. I'm sure you'll hear from you soon. ”

"You won't be too late."

The two of them teased each other like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and finally felt that there was really nothing to say, so they reluctantly hung up the phone.

Say goodnight to each other.

*

After Zhuang Zhou hung up the phone, he thought about texting Shen Qingjia, but he still gave up. It's too late now. We'll talk about it tomorrow. The notice will come soon. Zhuang Zhou began to look forward to the start of school. Yes, he would prefer to start school earlier than in the summer.

Zhuang Zhou didn't think that Shen Qingjia would be in a lot of mood to travel during the summer vacation. After all, she said last time that she would pay him monthly rent. Zhuang Zhou had to say that if he felt that he didn't want to go, he would be in charge of the food bar at home and responsible for cooking. Shen Qingjia always felt that it was inappropriate, but it was not easy to refuse this proposal (she personally felt that the fact of cooking was too insignificant, compared to what Zhuang Zhou, who gave her a place to live, was really too small), Shen Qingjia would go to work during the summer vacation. It was something she had decided. It's just that the only thing that has changed, what she decided to do at that time no longer makes sense - no one needs her to buy them a cell phone anymore. Now the purpose of her money is to repay the money - she owes Zhuang Zhou such a favor, she is really embarrassed to eat and drink for nothing.

It seems that everyone has grown up overnight, and no matter whether their shoulders are still young and thin, everyone is working hard to take on their responsibilities.

*

No matter how dark the night is, it will be dawn, and no matter how cold the winter is, it will pass.

Today is also a good day.

When Shen Qingjia got up, the sun had already shone into the room, and it was warm, which was the smell of midsummer.

She washed up and went downstairs, and saw Zhuang Zhou standing at the top of the stairs and smiling at her: Morning, come down for breakfast.

Here it comes. She also gave him a nice smile in return.

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