When Shen Qingjia stood outside Song Fusheng's room in full dress, she realized that she had completely overestimated her psychological quality.

Now she actually wanted to go back to her room.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, but she was nervous, so she retracted her hand and extended it again. I don't know, I thought she had a convulsion...... Shen Qingjia's last chance, will you go in or not? Shen Qingjia, come on. Never mind. It feels so weird. What should I do with him? There is no right reason to say it.

Go ahead

Don't go

The two voices kept spinning in his mind, and Shen Qingjia's will was shaken and firm, firm and shaken.

Just as she was about to leave at the end, Song Fusheng's voice came from behind her.

In fact, he had been behind her for a while—as soon as he came out of Zhuang Zhou's room, he saw Shen Qingjia standing at his door, looking hesitant. He thought it was funny. So I kept leaning against the door to observe. I thought it would be a little more fun, but she's leaving now.

Song Fusheng hurriedly spoke: "You? Looking for me? ”

Shen Qingjia was taken aback.

Back.

God knows how Song Fusheng was at the gate of Zhuang Zhou!

Shouldn't he be in his room now?!

Shen Qingjia blushed in shame. I shouldn't have cheated if I knew I wouldn't have known. What is this called? It's embarrassing. "Hmm. But nothing happened. Shen Qingjia said quickly.

"Just want to see me?" Song Fusheng asked.

"Hmmm! Yes?! No! "This question is so cunning, it's strange to answer!

Shen Qingjia really hoped that the fairy could control the flush on her face, but it was unlikely, because Song Fusheng was looking at her face with interest at the moment.

"Are you going to stand at my door?" There was a hint of ridicule in Song Fusheng's tone.

"Nope. I'm leaving—" Shen Qingjia moved towards his door, but Song Fusheng stopped him, "You've been waiting for me for so long, so come in and sit down." ”

"......" In addition to blushing and being at a loss, Shen Qingjia really wished that he was a doll at the moment, unable to move or perceive.

She was not allowed to refuse, Song Fusheng had already dragged her into the house.

This was the first time Shen Qingjia came to Song Fusheng's room.

And her room is completely decorated in a completely different style. How to say it. It's probably a white cold style. Everything is white. White walls, white curtains, white beds, white quilts, white furniture, oh, the floor is not white, but the floor is covered with a white plush carpet. Shen Qingjia was a little shocked, she felt as if she had walked into a world of ice and snow. "Your room is like winter." Shen Qingjia said.

"Cold as winter?" Song Fusheng asked.

"It's not. It just feels very empty, like being on a snowy field. "What kind of mood do you want to decorate like this? Shen Qingjia doesn't hate white, but she prefers the color of pink, and feels that all bad moods have been cured.

"Are you having insomnia?" Song Fusheng suddenly asked her.

"Nope. I'm just here to ask if you've packed it up. There was still a sense of tension in Shen Qingjia's voice that was difficult to hide.

Song Fusheng did not demolish her. He couldn't figure out why every time he talked to him, she felt like she was going to cry, did she dislike him so much? "Nope."

"Do you want my help?" Shen Qingjia asked.

"No, you don't." Song Fusheng returned.

"Oh."

“……”

I don't know how to proceed with the conversation.

"Shen Qingjia? Are you really unhappy staying here? After a long time, Song Fusheng asked Shen Qingjia a very serious question.

"Huh? Why did you suddenly talk about me? I'm okay. "I was really unhappy at first, and then I was too. But now it seems that there is no dwelling on this issue, anyway, a semester will soon pass. Shen Qingjia expects himself to be more optimistic.

Being able to see Song Fusheng every day was enough to make her forget all her troubles.

The crush of youth is bitter but sweet, and everything is a secret in the heart.

"You don't think I'm troublesome. Don't worry, I must remember that I owe you money, and I will definitely pay it back. Definitely not going to run away. Shen Qingjia saw that Song Fusheng was in a state of deep thought, and hurriedly said what she thought Song Fusheng was most concerned about.

Shen Qingjia's words were like a bucket of ice water poured down, and Song Fusheng instantly sobered up and recovered his state. What the hell is this girl thinking? What a mess. He didn't care about that, he always cared about her.

But in this situation, he couldn't say it anyway.

The two of them chatted about some things in a daze, Shen Qingjia had always been very restrained, and then she felt that she was about to propose that the two of them watch an anime or a movie together, so she hurriedly reined in the precipice, Shen Qingjia stood up and said goodbye: "It's not too early, you should rest early." I went back to sleep too. ”

"Hmm. See you tomorrow. Good night. ”

"Good night."

Shen Qingjia came out of Song Fusheng's room and ran into his room.

Close the door and take a big breath against the door.

Oh, my God. It's really scary.

I almost said I like you or something.

I almost didn't even have to make friends.

OK.

OK.

Shen Qingjia gave a big appreciation for his sobriety. You're calm, that's good!

*

Before Shen Qingjia left, Song Fusheng lay directly on the bed.

Huhu~ This is really dangerous just now. His instincts told her that if she had been here, he might have told her that he had liked her all these years.

Fortunately, his sanity is still alive, otherwise he would really fall short.

Maybe when the time comes, even the qualification to secretly like her will be lost.

He didn't want to lose her.

Even if she didn't like him, he wanted to protect her silently all the time.

Her smile was his greatest happiness.

*

Before falling asleep, Song Fusheng received a text message from Zhuang Zhou.

Zhuang Zhou - Are you sure you don't like Shen Qingjia?

Song Fusheng - What do you mean

Zhuang Zhou - It's not interesting, just ask you.

Song Fusheng - You should ask yourself about this

Five minutes passed.

I have not received a reply from Zhuang Zhou. Song Fusheng was about to put his phone far away, but the text message came-

I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow, dear Fusheng!

Zhuang Zhou is always so capable of making trouble!

Song Fusheng sighed and replied to the text message - good night.

*

She is a very nice and nice person.

I don't think anything good in the world is as good as her.

I'm not surprised if you like him, because she's really nice.

I know she deserves everything in the world.

Include your likes.

There is only one thing -

You must not covet it.

- Shen Song "The Breeze and the Moon Are Not as Good as You"

The newly published short stories of Shen Song have won Shen Qingjia's heart, and of course, his stories have always hit people's hearts. This time was no exception. She took it seriously and wrote down this favorite quote in her diary.

She sincerely hopes that she can meet such an affectionate and persistent person.

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