In the eyes of those who don't know, the atmosphere between the three people on the sofa is extremely warm, and it can be described as talking and laughing.

But Hua Yan knew very well in her heart, in fact, she and Zhuang Zhou were just joking. Song Fusheng was not attracted to her, and he was reluctant to speak most of the time. Until Shen Qingjia and Hua Bijin came over.

To be more precise, it wasn't until Shen Qingjia walked to this area again, when she came over with tea and snacks, Song Fusheng told her to sit down and rest for a while. Now he spoke to her again: "Today's durian mille-feuille cake is very good, can you taste it?" ”

Shen Qingjia smiled and said yes. You can eat and see.

Hua Yijin sat down and took the durian mille-feuille handed over by Shen Qingjia and ate it by herself. "It's delicious."

Shen Qingjia also found a place to sit down. She brought herself one too. As she ate, she thought about the dessert she had prepared today, and she didn't know if it would suit everyone's appetite, but that was only half a minute's consideration, and she quickly stopped thinking about these useless things. For what has happened, no matter how much we regret it, it is still in vain, it is better to focus on the present and live in the present. Shen Qingjia didn't know why, he had been thinking of Shen Song more and more frequently recently. If I had the chance, I would really like to meet this great writer.

"Shen Qingjia, what are you smirking at there alone?" Song Fusheng interrupted her thoughts. Shen Qingjia noticed her gaffe, she smiled embarrassedly, and said busily, "The cake is delicious, this is the best durian mille-feuille cake I've ever tasted." ”

"Then you eat another one." Song Fusheng was extremely intimate and took another cake for Shen Qingjia.

"Thank you~" Now Shen Qingjia is difficult to ride a tiger, so he can only take advantage of the situation, thank him for his kindness, and eat another one.

"......" faced with the interaction between the two, Hua Yan didn't know what to say. Song Fusheng is a little too fond of this sister. Wait a minute? Is she really Song Fusheng's sister? Hua Yan felt in a trance that she might have thought wrong, she remembered that this girl's name was Shen Qingjia, and she was not surnamed Song! Is it half-brother? Or cousins? Hua Yan has countless questions in her heart that she wants to ask clearly, but now is not the right time.

She had to wait for a suitable opportunity, but she didn't, so she thought of creating a suitable time.

There was nothing she couldn't do, she was sure.

It's just that Hua Yan never thought that there would be no chance to ask anyone later.

Because soon Zhuang Zhou proposed that everyone play a game together, and it turned out to be a game of idiom solitaire.

Hua Yan was not interested in this at all.

It's just that the minority obeys the majority. Everyone but her seemed to have no opinion, so she had to go with the flow - play a game of idiom solitaire with a few high school students.

The game mentioned by Zhuang Zhou naturally started with him.

"Then what idiom should I use to start? If I think about it, let's use an idiom with a beautiful meaning. Four o'clock is beautiful. ”

According to the clockwise direction of Solitaire, the right side of Zhuang Zhou is Huayan.

"Beautiful as a crown."

The flowers are followed by the flowers: jade is not divided.

Shen Qingjia immediately picked up: Categorization.

Class clustering. Song Fusheng also picked up Shen Qingjia in seconds.

Zhuang Zhou didn't expect to return to the beginning of the molecule, but it was not difficult for him: the court was against the court.

Huayan: The State of Etiquette.

Flowers: The country is in ruins.

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When Hua Bijin said this idiom, everyone was stunned, because in the first time, no one thought of the idiom at the beginning of the word. Shen Qingjia had a confused expression on her face, she originally thought that Hua Rujin would say the light of the Bang family, but who knew that she actually said this ominous idiom - not only is the meaning ominous, but the problem is that there is no idiom in her mind that can be connected at all.

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Shen Qingjia lost this game.