20.

In late autumn, the sky began to get darker. Through the window, you can see the branches and leaves falling in the wind outside the window, stained with the silence of autumn.

When Song Xinxin contacted the new students in the afternoon, Li Shuyu said that he would go to help move the books in the evening and apply to come for an interview later, and Song Xinxin happily agreed.

After all, it's her favorite junior!

When Li Shuyu rushed over, his green face was flushed after running quickly, and his fine hair was slightly curled, carrying the traces of the autumn wind blowing.

Li Shuyu's interview was fluent, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, which was unanimously affirmed by Chen Zehua and Song Xinxin.

Chen Zehua still had classes in the evening, so he left first.

Song Xinxin ordered a cup of fresh orange juice for Li Shuyu, she stirred the coffee in the cup, and asked Li Shuyu, "Have you eaten it?" ”

Li Shuyu replied: "Eat." ”

There was a hint of pity in her tone: "I thought you didn't have dinner, senior sister can invite you to eat." It seems that there is no chance. ”

Li Shuyu was stunned, his expression was sneering, and he actually regretted that he had eaten dinner too early.

Li Shuyu: "Senior sister, have you eaten?" ”

Song Xinxin stirred the coffee, smiled, with an inexplicable cunning in his eyes, and said slowly: "I ate it too." ”

Li Shuyu: "......"

Then why did you ask him if he had eaten it? Li Shuyu's expression was a little puzzled, he really couldn't read Senior Sister.

Then, Song Xinxin's phone rang, she picked up the phone, and hurriedly said goodbye to Li Shuyu.

When he walked to the door, Song Xinxin turned around and smiled at Li Shuyu, like fireworks blooming in a summer night, bright and dazzling, and he actually shook his eyes.

He clearly saw that Song Xinxin said the sentence with his mouth-

"Then let's have dinner together next time."

Li Shuyu was surprised, stunned in place, his ears roared, and his brain went blank.

In the silent air, only the sound of his slightly accelerated heartbeat remained.

Plop, plop.

21.

The night was dark, and it was raining in the air.

A drizzle of rain pounded on the canopy with a crisp ticking sound, and the dense raindrops blurred the vision, and the mist filled the air, forming a thin layer of frost on the windows.

Xu Xianjia was in the dormitory, wearing loose pajamas. She sat in front of her easel, her long hair splashing down her ears to her waist.

The line drawing was finally finished, Xu Xianjia stopped writing and stretched his waist.

Song Xinxin tied a headband, tied her short hair behind her head, and walked in front of Xu Xianjia with her head down, and the slightly dazzling light blurred her side face.

Xu Xianjia was a little puzzled, why did Song Xinxin seem to be doing something like stealing chickens and dogs?

Xu Xianjia opened his mouth: "What are you going to do here?" ”

Song Xinxin turned her head, her face was a white and heavy mud mask, and she moved the corners of her mouth: "I'll wash my face, I'm afraid I'll scare you like this." ”

Suddenly, Xu Xianjia laughed: "It's not the first time I've seen you like this, I can't be scared." Then he got up, poured a glass of water and leaned sideways against the bed frame.

Song Xinxin cut it, turned on the faucet, then washed his face, and then wiped the water on his face with a towel.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated and rang suddenly, and both of them were startled.

This string of melodious ringtones is Xu Xianjia's call reminder.

Caller ID –

Mom.

Xu Xianjia picked up the phone, and across the screen, her mother's warm voice came from the other end of the phone, gently and softly, hiding her thoughts and care.

"Dango, how are you studying lately?"

When Xu Xianjia was young, he was white and fat, like a round glutinous rice dumpling, only his eyebrows and eyes were cold and aura.

Because of her white fatness, she got a nickname - Dango.

But only people in the family call her that.

"It's good to learn." Xu Xianjia smiled faintly, and her starry eyes were gentle.

Song Xinxin lay on the bed and continued: "It's really immodest." Then he played with his phone.

Xu Xianjia's mother's name is Wen Bangqing, she is a scholarly lady, with the gentleness and softness of a Jiangnan woman, her eyebrows and eyes are full of the elegance of Chinese landscape painting, and as she grows older, even the fine lines that climb up her cheeks have a little charm.

The two of them talked about their daily routines, and Xu Xianjia reported the recent situation. There was a hint of timid anticipation in her mother's tone, revealing a small and subtle concern.

Probably parents all over the world are like this, and the older their children grow, the more afraid they are of disturbing them.

Xu Xianjia said that the National Day holiday is coming soon, and he is ready to go home. It takes about 3 hours to get home from school to L city, which is not very long.

Hearing this answer, the person on the other end of the phone slowly let go of the slightly clenched hand, and the joy spread across his eyebrows, seeping through the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

Only a soft sentence remained: "Okay, then mom won't bother you, you rest early." ”

"You too, pay attention to your body. When it's cold, add clothes and don't catch a cold. ”

"Well, so are you. Mom hung up, goodbye. ”

Hanging up the phone, Wen Wanqing had a sweet smile on her face, and a warm current rose from her heart.

Who said that?

The daughter is always the mother's intimate little padded jacket.

And when Jiang Ying's mother called him, she said confidently: "Jiang Ying, you must go home on National Day!" Your brother Biscuit misses you! ”

Jiang couldn't cry or laugh when he greeted the phone.

Biscuit is Jiang Ying's dog, a Samoyed, who is eight years old and grew up with Jiang Ying.

The biscuit was hurt by Jiang Ying's mother as her own son. When he was young, his mother would hold the biscuits in her arms and kiss them as soon as she came home. When the biscuits were bigger, it was a little difficult to hold, but Jiang's mother would not give up easily, and if she couldn't hold it, she simply hugged and kissed. When Biscuit was sick, Jiang's mother coaxed while feeding the medicine: "Biscuit, take medicine." ”

The tone is no different from coaxing a child.

In autumn and winter, Jiang's mother will call Jiang Ying and ask him what kind of clothes he wants to buy for the biscuits to wear so that he will keep warm.

When Sun Xiao was listening to the phone on the side, he couldn't stop laughing, and his laughter was flamboyant: "Just say that you don't want to go!" Auntie is so funny too! ”

Sometimes parents are like this, when they think about their children, they are afraid of face, and it is difficult to say, so they have to find all kinds of strange reasons to prevaricate the past.

Sun Xiao was also a little homesick, he said, "Eh, Jiang Ying, I'll buy a ticket with you and go home!" ”

He and Jiang Ying are not only roommates, but also fellow villagers, both from L City.

When they first met, Sun Xiao was very surprised, he didn't expect to meet his fellow villagers, he was so happy that he wanted to cry, and he couldn't wait to hold Jiang Ying's hand and say a close hello.

Jiang Ying nodded and agreed: "Yes, then let's buy tickets together." ”

Zhao Haoyun and Ye Qingfeng's homes are relatively far away, Zhao Haoyun pulled Ye Qingfeng, who was still playing games, and his voice was loud: "Do you want to go to the comic exhibition with me on National Day?" ”

Ye Qingfeng was not interested: "Don't go, I'm going to play games in the dormitory." ”

"What a game! You want to grow grass in your dorm, don't you? ”

Under Zhao Haoyun's successive bombardments, Ye Qingfeng couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to agree to go to the Comic Con with him.