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Song Qing stared at Shen Jiu quietly for a moment, then suddenly pulled the door, walked straight out of the house, and slammed the door shut.

Shen Jiu watched the door being closed, he didn't get annoyed or chased after it, but tilted his head and showed a shallow smile.

That is, when this person was young, she could deceive him.

But this person is still so young, he can already play tricks with her. Obviously, his autism symptoms are already very mild, but he is reluctant to contact the outside world, and cheats in front of her.

Shen Jiu shook his head, sat back at the table, took a book to read, and began to wait for Song Qing'an to come back.

But she waited until the time she usually went to bed, and she didn't wait for Song Qing'an.

Shen Jiu put the book down, hesitated for a while to find Song Qing'an, and was afraid that if he went like this, his previous efforts would be wasted, so he released the fat cat.

While scratching the fat cat's chin, she asked it in a low voice, "Can you help me see, what is Song Qingan doing now?" ”

The fat cat squinted comfortably, "purred" twice, and then flicked his tail, very arrogant: "You haven't let me out of this plane, and you want to ask me to work as soon as you come out?" ”

Shen Jiu sighed softly and apologized to the fat cat: "No way, he has been sticking to me in this plane, and I have no chance to let you out." ”

She smoothed the fat cat's hair: "I'll pay you a few canned cat food after a while." ”

"I want a tuna-flavored meow~" The fat cat patted her hand with the meat pad, made an agreement with her, and then jumped off her and swallowed out of the house slowly.

It didn't take long for the fat cat to return: "He was in his room, the lights were out, as if he was sleeping. ”

Shen Jiu was silent for a while, then she smoothed the fat cat's fur and said in a low voice, "I know." ”

She didn't go to Song Qing'an again, but went to take a shower, and then climbed into bed without hesitation, collapsed on the bed, and covered herself with a quilt.

As soon as I slept like this, I slept until dawn.

Shen Jiu got up from the bed and was about to dress Song Qing'an, but when he touched the empty space beside him, he remembered that Song Qing'an had a temper with her.

She opened the door and went downstairs to eat, and as soon as she arrived at the restaurant, she felt that the atmosphere of the restaurant was a little weird.

Mrs. Song and Mr. Song both stood at the dinner table, looking surprised. And Song Qing'an-

Shen Jiu's eyes fell around the restaurant, and finally saw Song Qing'an standing quietly with a small schoolbag on his back in the corner.

She was stunned for a moment, and before she could speak, Song Qingan had already automatically greeted her, hugged her arm, and looked up at him.

The attitude is very resolute and the hug is very tight.

Shen Jiu looked at his small schoolbag and made a bold guess: "Is Xiao An going to school with me?" ”

Song Qing'an continued to stare at her.

Mrs. Song whispered beside her, "Xiao An came to me this morning." Her voice was a little incredulous: "He said he wanted to go to school." ”

Song Qingan knocked on her door early in the morning and threw a small schoolbag in front of her.

He didn't speak, and it took her a lot of effort to communicate what Song Qing'an meant: "He said that he wants to be your classmate, the kind that sits next to you." ”

Song Qingan looked at Shen Jiu and blinked slowly.

Don't you like your tablemates, I'll be your tablemates.

Shen Jiu glanced at Song Qing'an complicatedly, and then shook his head gently: "No." ”

She scratched the tip of his nose and refused with a smile: "Xiao An is still young, and he doesn't know anything, he can't be in the same class as Ah Jiu, and he can't sit at the same table." ”

Song Qingan lowered his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Jiu continued to trick him: "But if Xiao An is willing to learn everything Ah Jiu taught you......" She paused slightly, looked at Song Qing'an's gaze, pursed her lips and smiled: "If you pass the exam again, Xiao An can become Ah Jiu's tablemate." ”

Song Qingan blinked.

Shen Jiu stretched out his little finger and motioned for him to hook it: "Ah Jiu is a man of words." ”

Madame Song will let her do her talk, yes.

Song Qing'an stared at her little finger for a long time, then raised his hand, grabbed her finger, and then lowered his head and bit her fingertip.