At night, Song Youchen held back the fire, pressing Song Tang and tossing repeatedly.

It wasn't until the night was completely dark that he left Song Tang's room.

went downstairs to drink water, ran into Zhang's mother, he paused slightly, and called out to her: "Zhang's mother, I was abroad before, what about the navy blue scarf you saw in the young lady's room?" Do you know where you packed up? ”

Zhang's mother thought for a while: "I don't know." ”

Song Youchen hummed, and when he turned around to leave, Zhang's mother seemed to remember something, and exclaimed: "Ah, Mr. Song, I remember, is it the broken scarf?" ”

Song Youchen's hands tightened at his side, and he hummed: "Yes." ”

Zhang's mother said: "I saw Miss Song holding a bunch of scarves and throwing them away, and asked her what was wrong, she said that the weaving was broken, and the dark blue scarf should have been thrown away.......

Song Youchen interrupted her: "Where did you throw it?" ”

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Zhang's mother lowered her voice: "It's been thrown away for many days, and it should have been sent to the incineration station to be burned." ”

Song Youchen closed her eyes - the weaving she knitted herself was broken, so she was impatient, so she used it directly?

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A few days, almost in the blink of an eye, soon came the day of the school winter break.

The whole school was filled with cheers from students and the occasional reluctance between friends.

Song Youchen asked the driver to drive to the school to pick up Song Tang, and after thinking about it, he followed him.

When the little girl came out, she was holding a bunch of textbooks in her arms, and the driver opened the trunk and went down to help.

Song Youchen saw that the driver was about to close the trunk, and the little girl shouted: "Uncle Chen, wait, I haven't finished moving yet." ”

Song Youchen frowned slightly, opened the door and got out of the car, just wanted to say that he would go into the classroom to help move, but before he could say anything, he saw Qin Yu walking over with a large number of exercise books: "Mr. Song, these are Song Tang's, I will help move out by the way." ”

The boy bent down and put a large stack of study materials in his trunk, then straightened up.

Song Youchen's gaze swept over him inadvertently, his originally casual expression suddenly tensed, and he stared at the scarf around Qin Yu's neck.

Xu is eyes were too focused, Qin Yu also glanced at his scarf, and then raised a bright smile: "Does Mr. Song also think this scarf is cute?" ”

He smoothed the tail and pointed to the gray-white lump on it: "This is my girlfriend who knitted it for me by hand." ”

He showed off proudly: "Although she knits the white rabbit a little differently, I still like it very much, my girlfriend is cuter than the white rabbit." ”

"Mr. Song, if you have a chance in the future, I will bring my girlfriend to meet you."

Adolescent children, how wanton and happy, a long-hidden underground relationship, thinking that they have found an unknown outlet, Qin Yu's expression is very show-off, with the sweetness that anyone can see.

He winked at Song Tang vaguely, and the tips of the little girl's ears were red, and she bowed her head a little helplessly.

Girlfriend.

Hand-knitted scarves.

Off-white, woven-torn rabbit pattern.

Song Youchen couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Until Qin Yu waved his hand: "Mr. Song, then I'll go first, you guys slow down on the road." ”

Then he looked at the girl: "Song Tang, see you later." ”

The young man turned to leave, and the smile on his face easily stabbed Song Youchen.

In the ice and snow, he laughed and let out a cloud of cold air: "Song Sugar." ”

He called out to the girl who was going to get in the car, word by word, and the expression in his eyes gradually changed from cold to ruthless: "When did you and Qin Yu start dating!?" ”

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