Shen Jiu quickly regretted his helpless momentary move.

Because when she went to bed the next day, she heard the sound of the doorknob being pulled again.

Shen Jiu opened the door and looked at Song Qing'an who was standing outside his door with a straight face.

Because she was forced to get up from the bed, she didn't look very good, and her tone was hard: "Xiao An, what's the matter?" ”

Song Qing'an couldn't detect her emotions. He just kept his eyes open and didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Shen Jiu thought about it for a long time, but he really didn't know what was going on with him.

As soon as she thought about it, most of her sleepiness dissipated, and her temper improved again, so she squatted down and took his hand: "Xiao An, what's wrong?" ”

Autistic people have their own familiar environment and their own habitual behaviors, and if things happen differently one day, they are likely to fall into agitation.

Song Qingan came to her yesterday and today-

Shen Jiu asked tentatively, "Is it because I did something less at night?" ”

Song Qing'an let her hold her hand, didn't move, didn't speak, but the head that was originally raised also lowered and stared at Shen Jiu for a moment.

His eyes are extremely dark, and when he looks at people, he is so faint that he seems to want to take away people's souls.

Shen Jiu was looked at by him like this, and the pressure was a little great, and after thinking for a while, he still brought someone into his room first, hugged him and sat on the edge of the bed, and patiently coaxed: "Is there something wrong with Xiao An?" Is it okay to tell Ah Jiu? ”

Song Qing'an sat obediently in her arms, not struggling or speaking.

Shen Jiu felt as if he was hugging a large doll.

She sighed and threatened Song Qing'an: "If you don't speak, I'll treat you as nothing." She put down Song Qing'an, took his hand, and sent him back to her room, then turned around and was about to leave, when someone hooked her clothes again.

Shen Jiu sighed, turned his head, and was about to speak, when he suddenly remembered something, his eyebrows moved slightly, and then he sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Song Qing'an, and said tentatively: "Are you going to ...... Do I sleep with you in my arms? ”

Song Qingan tugged at her clothes, lowered her head, and was quiet.

Shen Jiu felt that he had guessed a ** and was a little helpless, so he whispered to him: "No." She tried to explain: "Xiao An is a boy, and Ah Jiu is a girl, and boys and girls are not allowed to sleep in the same bed." ”

Song Qing'an firmly clutched her clothes.

Shen Jiu felt very desperate.

She stared at Song Qing'an for a long time, and finally pursed her lips, broke the jar and lifted the quilt, kicked off the slippers, and got into the quilt.

Song Qingan obediently rolled into her arms.

Shen Jiu closed his eyes in self-abandonment and comforted himself, it's okay, Song Qingan is still young.

Although Shen Jiu comforted herself like this, she still told Mrs. Song about this matter the next day, hoping to attract Mrs. Song's attention and give her a chance to sleep alone.

Shen Jiu blinked his eyes and stared at Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song's eyes turned red, she squatted down and grabbed Shen Jiu's hand: "Ah Jiu." ”

The tone is very formal.

Shen Jiu sensed a hint of something wrong: "Huh? ”

Mrs. Song lifted her eyelashes slightly, and then said, "You are really our lucky star." She put a little effort in her hand, tilted her head slightly, looked embarrassed for a moment, and quickly turned her head: "Ah Jiu, is Xiao An good-looking?" ”

Shen Jiu was even more vigilant, but still nodded and said, "It's good-looking." ”

Mrs. Song's eyes lit up slightly: "Then do you like Xiao An?" ”