Shen Qingjia didn't expect Song Fusheng to come to Lotus Slope.

"Song Fusheng." Shen Qingjia called his name softly.

"You're here." Song Fusheng straightened up and glanced at the visitor. He was glad she hadn't asked him anything else. Because he doesn't want to talk much right now.

There is an element of silence in Song Fusheng's character. He doesn't want to say much about people he doesn't know. Although this point is not suitable for Shen Qingjia, after all, he and she grew up together as childhood sweethearts, just like him and Hua Xiangjin. I don't know if it's because he's a year older than her, and he and she haven't really spoken a few words since they were young.

In Song Fusheng's eyes, Shen Qingjia is a warm person, she is like the sun, always warm. She is also very good-looking, with a pair of big eyes that are bright, her skin is white and red, and her voice is round and jade, no matter what happens, her voice is always like that, not high, not low, just right.

She also likes to laugh, and her laughter is crisp, like a spring in a mountain stream. Even though I'm always in trouble, I'm always so clear and helpful. She is different from him, she is a very good person. Since she was a child, her grades in school have been among the best, and she is also a very sensible and well-behaved character at home, the kind of child that almost all adults like.

"I'm really bothering you." Now she spoke to him again in her characteristic tactful voice.

"Nothing." He said indifferently.

"Aren't you going back to school today? Today is Sunday. Shen Qingjia was afraid that Song Fusheng would forget, so he deliberately emphasized what day of the week it was. Song Fusheng, like Hua Bijin, did not go to school in the village. After graduating from elementary school, Song Fusheng went to the city to study in middle school. He is now boarding at the school and goes home every Friday afternoon. Go back to school every Sunday afternoon. I heard from my mother that his family had a big house in the city, and because his grandfather didn't want to live in the city, he came back every week.

"My dad will drop me off in the evening." Song Fusheng still buried his head in reading and searching carefully. His slender fingers brushed through the lush grass, but still found nothing. Song Fusheng didn't believe that the ring could really be found so easily, but he glanced at Shen Qingjia, who was so serious and anxious, that he couldn't say anything.

Shen Qingjia is not short, but she is very thin, so she looks a little fluttery. Sometimes a gust of wind blows, and Song Fusheng will subconsciously see if this little girl is still there. What an amazing idea. Song Fusheng was ashamed of his super unreliable brain.

What is this?

Song Fusheng continued to search.

"Song Fusheng. Can you really find the ring? After carefully searching for more than an hour, Shen Qingjia's full confidence slowly deflated like a big balloon that had been placed for a long time.

"If you want to find it, you can find it." Song Fusheng's tone was extremely affirmative.

Shen Qingjia looked at Song Fusheng's firm eyes, full of strength. The ring was lost here, and it is sure to be found. Shen Qingjia, don't say frustrating words, don't think about those useless things, believe in yourself, you will definitely find it.

Many years passed. Every time Shen Qingjia encountered difficulties, he would think of what Song Fusheng had said that afternoon. If you believe in yourself, then you can.

This blind self-confidence began in her adolescence and lasted for many, many years.