It's past the start of school, but Mr. Song has easily completed her enrollment and put her in a nearby elementary school.

Shen Jiu's daily routine soon turned into going to school, doing homework, and then telling Song Qing'an stories from school.

Song Qing'an was not at all interested in her eloquent narration, he always lowered his head and played with the things in his hand, or simply sat in a daze.

Shen Jiu had been mentally prepared for his lack of reaction, and now that she was like this, she was not disappointed, but she would poke his cheek every day to test his reaction.

Song Qing'an avoided and was unwilling from the beginning, but he had gradually gotten used to her touch, and he had no overreaction when she pinched his face and rubbed his head.

Shen Jiu was very pleased.

She told Song Qingan about a bunch of trivial things that happened in the school as usual today, and then complained in a low voice: "What kind of sports meeting is held by the school, I hate it to death." ”

She was forced to sign up for a run, and now she is so tired that she doesn't even have the energy to tease Song Qingan

Shen Jiu yawned, then muttered in a low voice, "Xiao An, I'll go back to sleep." ”

She waved to Song Qing'an, then walked out of the room and thoughtfully closed the door for him.

Song Qing'an didn't react, he quietly played with the button on his chest for a while, and then suddenly realized something, raised his head in a daze, and looked at the door.

His black and white eyes stared at the door for a while, and for a while, he actually revealed a trace of grievance.

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Shen Jiumei finished taking a shower, climbed into bed, and was about to rest, when he suddenly heard a slight movement in the doorknob. She was stunned for a moment, got out of bed again, and ran to open the door.

Outside the door, Song Qingan was standing quietly.

He didn't seem to expect the door to open on its own, and his hand was still raised in the air, looking dazed.

Shen Jiu blinked: "Xiao An, are you looking for me?" ”

Song Qingan put down his hand and stood quietly at the door. He waited for a moment, and without waiting for Shen Jiu to make a move, he raised his head slightly and stared at Shen Jiu.

Being stared at with such a pair of eyes, Shen Jiu was inexplicably a little weak-hearted. She tried hard to think about whether she had done anything wrong, and then she was suddenly stunned, hesitated, and reached out and gently pinched Song Qing'an's face.

She asked in a low voice, "Is it because I didn't pinch Xiao An today?" ”

Seeing that Song Qing'an didn't move, she touched his head again and coaxed him: "Xiao An went back to sleep, okay?" ”

Song Qingan lowered his head slightly, but still did not move.

Shen Jiu asked him tentatively, "Shall I send Xiao An back?" ”

She took Song Qing'an's hand and took two steps to his room, only to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw him obediently following.

Song Qing'an quietly followed Shen Jiu back to his bedroom, let Shen Jiu help him change his clothes, carried him to bed, and helped him pull the quilt.

Shen Jiu looked at Song Qing'an, who was quiet like a big doll for a while, bent down to turn off the lamp at the head of the bed, and said in a low voice, "Good night, Xiao An." ”

Song Qingan still didn't react.

Shen Jiu straightened up and was about to go back to the room to rest, but he was pulled by someone's clothes.

Shen Jiu had to turn his head and ask Song Qing'an in a good voice: "Is there anything else, Xiao An?" ”

Song Qingan didn't speak, he only raised his head, and in the thick of the night, he silently looked at Shen Jiu.

Shen Jiu didn't know what he wanted to do, and he was really sleepy, so he stared at him for a long time, and finally lost the battle.

"Forget it."

She grunted and climbed onto the bed, took Song Qingan into her arms, and closed her eyes neatly.