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Song Qingan's voice was firm, and his tone was a little bit of gnashing of teeth.

He seemed to realize something, and suddenly looked up at Shen Jiu, and then leaned over.

He rubbed against her, and his voice suddenly softened: "Ah Jiu asked what this is for?" ”

Shen Jiu didn't answer him, but continued with the previous question: "But kites are meant to fly in the sky." ”

Song Qing'an leaned on her, and she simply hugged him and rested her on his shoulder: "The kite can only show its beauty when it flies in the sky, and if you put it in the house, it will lose its charm." ”

She ran Song Qing'an's hair down, and her tone was slow: "As long as you hold the string of the kite, the kite will never go, no matter how it flies, no matter how the wind blows, it is yours from beginning to end." ”

Song Qingan raised his head to look at her.

When he doesn't deliberately open his eyes wide, his eyes are slightly narrow, and his pupils are extremely dark, and when he keeps staring at people, it makes people feel a little scared.

But Song Qingan quickly retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and his voice was a little hoarse: "But, what if that kite also wants to fly away?" ”

Shen Jiu lowered his head and lightly bumped his forehead: "No." She meant: "It is impossible for a kite to leave the person holding the string." ”

Song Qingan was hit on the forehead by her, frowned slightly, and raised his head slightly: "Really?" ”

Shen Jiu nodded, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw Song Qing'an's eyebrows and eyes seemed to smile, he quickly swept around, saw that no one was looking at them, and then suddenly raised his hand, hugged Shen Jiu's neck, and then raised his head and kissed Shen Jiu's face.

Then he quickly climbed down from Shen Jiu and looked sideways at Shen Jiu: "If the kite can't fly away, then you can fly the kite." ”

As he spoke, he secretly stretched out his little finger and touched Shen Jiu's fingertips.

The two of them had been talking until now, and finally attracted the attention of the person next to them, who turned around a little strangely and looked at them: "What are you talking about?" Kite flying? ”

Shen Jiu raised his head and smiled: "Isn't it spring, I plan to fly kites on the weekend." ”

The man shook his head, turned back and continued to watch the race, which happened to be a hundred meters, and then a girl screamed: "Charter! ”

The regulations run in the first.

Shen Jiu glanced at him, and felt that the corners of his clothes were being pulled again.

Song Qingan was very wary of the charter: "Don't look at him. ”

Shen Jiu looked at him for a while, sighed, and raised his hand to touch his hair.

Shen Jiu thought that the long education just now seemed to be in vain.

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After the sports day, it was the end of the semester, and then the summer vacation came, and Mrs. Song made up for the winter vacation

It's just that Shen Jiuwan didn't expect that Song Qingjiu's body would be airsick.

The moment the plane took off, Shen Jiu clearly felt the nausea surging up. She closed her eyes, trying to suppress the dizziness, and then she heard someone whisper in her ear, "Ah Jiu, what's wrong with you?" ”

She was a little uncomfortable, so she didn't reply to him.

Song Qing'an stared at her with wide eyes for a moment, then leaned over and gently touched her forehead: "Ah Jiu, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Shen Jiu finally got through the most uncomfortable fight, and the plane was already flying smoothly. She exhaled, shook her head, and motioned to Song Qing'an: "It's okay, it's just a little airsick." ”

Song Qing'an looked at her for a moment, didn't let go of his hand, and only said in a low voice: "Ah Jiu, your face is so pale." ”

He reached out and tapped Shen Jiu's lips.