After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

It’s Shangji!

Song Xier's expression suddenly became very embarrassed and ashamed.

But unfortunately, she couldn't say a word.

He Zixuan turned to look at Shang Ji beside him, as if he wanted to say something, but the elevator door opened at this moment. Shang Ji immediately stepped out, and Yang Ming quickly followed behind him.

Song Xier's face turned red and white. The elevator door opened. She stood there but did not move. Her fingers clenched into the flesh hard, but she could not feel the slightest pain.

In just a few seconds, Shang Ji's back disappeared from sight.

But the slight scoff he just made still kept echoing in Song Xier's ears.

He Zixuan turned around: "What's wrong?"

After saying this, he raised his hand and pulled Song Xier out.

Song Xier's face looked very strange. He Zixuan paused and apologized: "I'm sorry, did I just say something that I shouldn't have said?"

Song Xi'er didn't move. After a few seconds of silence, she shook her head and walked straight ahead.

Seeing this, He Zixuan hurriedly followed: "You——"

"I have something else to do and I'll go back first." Song Xi'er said and quickly walked to the roadside to stop a car and quickly got in.

The car had already driven away when He Zixuan came over.

Assistant Xiao Pan, who was waiting in the car nearby, came over and said, "Brother Xuan, what's going on with Miss Song? Didn't you say you were going to eat hot pot?"

"I won't eat anymore." He Zixuan pulled the hat off his head, then leaned over and got into the car.

……

When Song Xi'er came back, Su Mei was sitting in the living room and was busy working on the handiwork she brought back from outside. It was a kind of weaving bamboo basket. Su Mei didn't know how to do it at first. She learned from a skilled worker in the community for a few days before she got the job. Go home and do it.

Because she was a novice, Su Mei had injuries on all ten of her fingers, and doing this would have hurt her hands.

Song Xi'er originally didn't want Su Mei to do it, but Su Mei said that she had nothing to do anyway and it was just a good time to pass the time.

But Song Xier knew that it was actually all for her.

If she can pass the exam, the tuition fees will be a huge expense.

In fact, Song Xi'er had saved some money from working part-time before this. If she gets admitted and goes out to take some jobs before the start of school, the tuition and living expenses should not be a problem.

But the premise is that she doesn't owe Shang Ji any money.

Song Xi'er naturally didn't tell Su Mei about this matter, but the two of them had moved out of the business now. Su Mei naturally wanted to save more money and didn't want Song Xi'er to be so tired.

Seeing Song Xi'er's return, Su Mei quickly stood up: "I saw a local chicken selling this morning. I bought one and cooked it with sweet potato starch. It should be stewed just right."

After saying that, he came over and saw Song Xier's face and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong? Did you not get enough rest these days?"

"No." Song Xi'er said with a smile, "I just feel light after finishing the exam."

"Yes." Su Mei nodded with a smile: "I'll give you a good supplement these days and gain some meat."

Song Xier pinched her face and said, "There is meat now."

"It's still too thin." In the eyes of parents, children will always be too thin: "You have to take care of yourself, you lose weight quickly every time."

The chicken Su Mei bought this time was a regular native chicken with good taste and texture. It also had Song Xier's favorite sweet potato starch, which she loved to eat.

But Song Xier lost her appetite after just a few bites, but looking at Su Mei's expectant and smiling eyes, she still ate more.

It wasn't until she started to feel a little nauseous that Song Xier put down her chopsticks in time.

Su Mei: "Are you full now?"

"Yeah." Song Xi'er raised her head and said with a smile, "You can keep it hot. I'll eat it later when I'm hungry."

"Okay." Su Mei nodded: "I'll heat it up for you."

After returning to the room, the smile on Song Xier's face slowly disappeared. She leaned against the door panel and stared at a certain place in the air. There was no movement for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, she walked to the cabinet in the room and took out a dusty old box from the bottom. She opened it and rummaged through it, and then found a folded piece of old-fashioned notebook paper.

Judging from the marks on the edges, the paper had been torn off very roughly, and a small corner was missing at the end.

The upper half of the paper is a poem, and the lower half is a sketch drawn with a blue ballpoint pen.

The sketch is quite simple. It only uses a few simple strokes to outline a full body image of a person. He is tall, has long legs, has an outstanding temperament, and is wearing a simple shirt, pants, and sneakers.

He stood sideways, with half of his face exposed, and his body was leaning back against something. He only painted a little, which looked like a wall or the front of a car.

At first glance, he gives the impression that he is handsome, and he is very handsome!

The man's hand was drawn where the corner of the paper was torn off. Because a piece was missing, the hand with the picture could not be seen.

So no one who has seen this painting knows that the missing piece - that is, there is actually a cigarette between the man's well-joined fingers.

A youthful and handsome image with sharp facial features.

Everyone who saw this sketch immediately recognized the person on the paper as He Zixuan. At that time, the recognized school idol of the school and the secret crush of countless girls.

So it's not surprising that someone wrote a love letter to He Zixuan.

It's just that Song Xi'er was recognized as a nerd in school at the time. Although she was good-looking, she seemed to only have study and work in her mind, and had no other interests.

As for Song Xier's love letter, a boy accidentally knocked over her notebook and dropped it to the ground, just in time to be seen.

The boy had confessed to Song Xier before, but was rejected without mercy. So when he saw this love letter, out of unwillingness, the boy read it aloud in front of the whole class, while reading it. While laughing.

Later, when Song Xier came back, she even tore off the paper directly.

Adolescent children sometimes have malicious intentions that they are not aware of, or do not feel at all.

In just a few days, the love letter and sketch written by Song Xi'er to He Zixuan spread almost throughout the school, and naturally also reached the ears of the "person involved".

In the end, Song Xier was called over by the head teacher and scolded.

Everyone thought that the person in Song Xier's sketch was He Zixuan.

But because of the missing corner, no one knew that the person in the photo was holding a cigarette between his fingers, not even the boy at the beginning.

But He Zixuan doesn't smoke.

At least He Zixuan didn't smoke at that time.

Song Xier pinched the paper in her hand tightly with her fingers, so hard that she almost deformed the paper.

Her eyes fell firmly on the paper, or rather on the face of the person on the paper.

After watching it for several minutes, Song Xier suddenly raised her hand, pinched the paper into her palm and crumpled it into a ball.

Her strength was so strong that the rough paper pricked her palms, causing slight pain.

Song Xi'er raised her hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen on her face. Then she put the crumpled paper back into the box and quickly closed the lid.

There was a sudden knock on the door. Song Xi'er hurriedly collected her emotions and then stood up and looked at Su Mei who walked in. The latter was holding a red apple in her hand.

"I heard today is Christmas Eve." Su Mei handed the washed apple to Song Xi'er: "Eat one quickly."

Song Xi'er was a little funny: "Mom, people abroad eat turkey on Christmas Eve."

"Then this is the way we eat it in China, it's safe."

Song Xier took it and took a bite: "It's very sweet."

Su Mei looked at Song Xi'er's red eyes and didn't say anything. She just asked: "The exam is over and tomorrow is Christmas again. Do you have an appointment?"

Song Xier said without thinking, "No, I'll stay with you at home."

"I don't want you to accompany me." Su Mei said, "The person I told you about before, how about you meet tomorrow?"