Song Xingye thought that today's road from school would be a threesome. She would walk with Xu Zhe and Tang Lingfei, walk to the community where their family was located, and then ride home alone.

But when she got on her bike and came to the school gate, she realized that the next part of the road was not three, but four.

Because her dad was waiting at the school gate.

The fact that his father came to pick up and leave school has been a long time for Song Xingye. And my father didn't drive and pushed an old bicycle, which was even more strange. But what was most unfamiliar to her was her father's attitude at this time.

"I've already got in touch with an old classmate, his lover is a designer and said it's no problem, and I think I can let her try it......"

Song Huaifeng stared at Xu Zhe as he spoke, his attitude was very serious. Both girls could tell that he was serious about his work.

And Xu Zhe is also very serious: "Does she agree with the amount of the deposit?" ”

Song Huaifeng: "Because it's an old friend, people don't want a deposit, saying that they will draw the watermelon you need first, and then talk about the price." ”

Xu Zhe was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's easy to do things if you have connections......"

Taking advantage of the conversation, Song Xingye suddenly asked, "Dad, how is your new job in the computer city?" ”

Song Huaifeng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Xu Zhe is right, the computer city is really, alas, it's hard to say." The more you work inside, the more you understand how many pits are waiting for each customer. And I'm not doing a good job, so I won't be treated very well. ”

Xu Zhe persuaded him: "But after all, it's a full-time job, with a basic salary, and connections with old classmates, so you can't be discouraged too early." ”

He does think it's good to have Uncle Song's help, but now that the game hasn't been launched yet, he has more than 20,000 yuan in hand. If Uncle Song was really unhappy in the computer city and wanted to work for him full-time, he wouldn't be able to offer a higher salary.

Song Huaifeng said: "I understand. No matter how uncomfortable it is, it's not like you have to keep doing it. Of course, I've been keeping an eye on you. When I have free time at work, I can learn more about the mobile phone and game market. I'm also planning to pick up the basics and teach myself how to code if I really need to......"

Xu Zhe applauded: "It's a good thing to be motivated, come on!" ”

The two men chatted like this, and the two little girls who were traveling next to them were a little unable to interject.

Tang Lingfei asked, "Is your father working for Xu Zhe?" ”

Song Xingye explained: "Yes, it's just a part-time job. His current job is to sell computers in the computer city. ”

Tang Lingfei said with a smile: "Your father works for Xu Zhe, this is the grace of saving his life, is it a personal promise?" ”

Hearing this, Song Xingye couldn't help but clench his fists.

She really wanted to complain, if this can be regarded as a 'personal promise', then it should be her who promised Xu Zhe, not her father! How can I let my father make a promise?

It's just that she really can't say this, so the girl can only pretend to be calm and say, "I don't think it counts, it's just a help." ”

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At ten o'clock in the night, Song Xingye, who had just entered the second year of junior high school, finished writing another set of mock papers for the high school entrance examination, turned off the lights and went to bed after washing.

But as she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, she found that she had no sleep.

Since she was a child, she has had a habit of thinking about what happened today before going to bed. Although it often causes emotional exhaustion, she can't control herself from thinking.

And the first thing I remembered tonight was that when she was in Chinese class, she wanted to share a romance novel with someone, but she heard a horror story.

Song Xingye never watches horror movies, including any horror novels.

The girl still remembers that when she was in elementary school, she had a good friend who talked about everything, and she even had to go to the toilet hand in hand. But one day, that friend fell in love with ghost stories and was particularly keen to share articles from horror magazines. After being scared by her several times, Song Xingye angrily chose to break off relations.

The child's disconnection is not to talk to you and not to play with you. The other party refused to bow his head, and after a long time, the original close friendship disappeared.

Perhaps because of his rich imagination and strong brain replenishment ability, as soon as Song Xingye heard the beginning of the horror story, he immediately couldn't help but immerse himself in that terrifying atmosphere. Fortunately, during today's class, Xu Zhe only said a short paragraph, and noticed that she was in an abnormal mood, so he didn't continue to play.

But in the middle of the night, the girl couldn't help but recall what Xu Zhe said......

The most troublesome thing is that the short paragraph Xu Zhe said is related to cooking. But Xu Zhe cooked for her many times. This sense of substitution is even more irresistible.

"Oh, no!"

Song Xingye realized that if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would lose sleep tonight. So she sat up, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and dialed Tang Lingfei's number.

I waited for half a minute, but no one answered.

"Is Fei Fei already asleep? Then I'm ......"

Song Xingye muttered and chose Xu Zhe's number. After hesitating for a while, I finally dialed it over.

Soon, the other party connected.

Xu Zhe asked, "Hey, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Song Xingye was a little embarrassed, but said with a hint of resentment: "You scared me during the day today, and I can't sleep now." ”

Xu Zhe obviously didn't react: "What are you talking about?" When did I scare you? ”

Song Xingye: "It's the ghost story you told in Chinese class!" ”

Xu Zhe: "That can also be called a ghost story?" It's just a small brain hole...... Okay, okay, I see, you're really timid. ”

Song Xingye couldn't help but pout: "Yes, I'm just cowardly, what should I do?!" ”

The young man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Since I caused the problem, then I will provide a solution, data overlay." ”

Song Xingye: "Data overlay? ”

Xu Zhe: "I'll tell you a few more stories, trying to make you forget the horror and remember other more interesting ones." ”

Song Xingye suddenly looked forward to it: "Then you can talk about it." ”

Li Huowang ...... Uh, no, neither can Klein, hmm......" After a moment of silence, Xu Zhe said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I really can't think of a suitable story to tell." It's easy to read a novel, but it's not easy to retell the story in a novel. ”

Song Xingye said in a low voice: "Then what should I do?" ”

Xu Zhe: "Or I'll sing to you?" Let's say okay first, I don't listen to love much, so I can't sing love songs. ”

Song Xingye couldn't help but be stunned. Compared with listening to him tell stories and listen to him sing, it seems that it is more worth looking forward to? She had never heard Xu Zhe sing.

The girl hurriedly said: "Then you sing, I'll listen to me!" ”

Xu Zhe cleared his throat and started directly from the chorus part of a certain song:

"Remember, you said that home is the only castle

As the Daoxiang River continues to run

Smiling slightly, I know the dream of my childhood

Don't cry, let the fireflies run away with you......"

Xu Zhe's singing voice was very soft, and it fell on Song Xingye's ears, like a clear spring with only a hint of sweetness, which made her can't help but be fascinated, but she can't get enough of it.

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