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The sea làng hit the reef behind her, and the white foam scattered.

Song Han came back to his senses, walked forward quickly, hugged her from behind, put her ear to her, and replied with a smile through his long hair, "Okay, we'll talk about it in a few days."

How can I tell you, you are not the only one who can't bear it.

Jing Fan lowered his head to hide from her, and took her hand around his waist, "itch..."

Song Han smiled, stepped back a little, rested his chin on her shoulder, and looked at the beach and rocks in the distance, "I used to come here when I was young, and I stayed all day long."

Jing Fan tilted his head slightly, "I see that the children in the courtyard are all in class, don't you have to go to class?"

Song Han smiled, "I was very difficult to manage at that time. I was a problem child. It was common to skip classes. I also fought with the children in the yard every day. I could make a child who was four years older than me cry."

"Really? So powerful?"

"That's right. Later, they were all afraid of me, and no one dared to bully me. When I was leaving, a child celebrated with a whipào that he kept privately."

Jing Fan was so amused by this old story that he couldn't stand up straight with a smile, "Are you a bully?"

"It's not a bully. I fight when others bully me. I never bully others."

The children in the orphanage will definitely have conflicts, large and small. Jing Fan felt a little distressed when he thought that Song Han had to learn to fight in order not to be bullied when he was a child. "Then have you ever lost?"

"Of course I lost, but when I lost a lot, I started to win. Once I won, I never lost again."

"awesome."

The two chatted along the way, and they talked about many things from the past. Jing Fan also told some interesting stories about her childhood, which was much inferior to Song Han's legendary experience, but Song Han still listened with gusto.

At noon, the two returned to the orphanage. After the children got out of class, they were very excited to see Song Han, and rushed over in a swarm.

Song Han directed a few older boys to move out the things brought to the children in the trunk, sat on the grass, and divided them among them. Aunt Ping stood aside and watched with a smile, and blamed Jing Fan: "Come and come, it costs so much every time..."

Jing Fan held her hand, "You don't have to feel sorry for her, she is rich."

Aunt Ping rubbed her head with a smile, "This child..."

A group of children finally got someone to play with, and they pestered them and refused to leave. Song Han thought for a while, "Let this beautiful sister sing a song for you."

The children were overjoyed, "Okay, okay!"

Song Han patted one of the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys on the shoulder, "Xiao Qian, go get your guitar."

The boy was ordered to fly away.

The guitar was brought, and Jing Fan sat next to Song Han to test the sound, and played a melody.

A relaxing English ditty, especially suitable for today's weather.

The sun fell on a group of children, they clapped their hands to the beat, Song Han sat next to Jing Fan, his eyes almost overflowed with tenderness, Jing Fan turned his head to look at her, and the two smiled tacitly at each other.

There was a shutter sound not far away, Song Han turned his head and saw a young man holding a camera.

Seeing her looking over, the man smiled and waved, and approached.

After Jing Fan finished singing a song, the man said, "Hi, I'm a photographer. I'm here to collect pictures. I want to shoot a public service advertisement. I couldn't resist taking your photos just now. If you don't mind, I will Delete it now."

"It's okay," Jing Fan replied, after thinking about it, he turned to Song Han, "Are you okay?"

Song Han didn't mind, "Keep it."

The male reporter was very excited, "Then you go ahead, I'll take some video, can I?"

Song Han wasn't very interested, but he didn't stop him either. "random."

The days in winter are short, and it will get dark before long. During dinner, the old dean discussed with them, "There are not many vacant rooms now. Today, Reporter Chen came to live in one room, so you two can live in one room. "

Jing Fan ate his chopsticks, and Song Han frankly agreed, "Okay, as long as you can sleep, it's only for one night anyway."

The old dean then led them to the room, it was indeed not very big, there was only a single bed, but two people could sleep if squeezed together.

After explaining to them where the daily necessities are, the old director went back to rest.

Song Han sent the old dean out, and when he came back, he saw Jing Fan sitting on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

"Sleep, go back early tomorrow morning."

"Oh..." Jing Fan put down his phone to wash up, keeping his head down the whole time.

Song Han was not as calm as he seemed at all. Although the two of them had slept together long ago, they were innocent at that time, and now, well, they are also innocent now, so I'm afraid of shit.

The single bed is actually not too small, there is still a gap between sleeping together, Jing Fan is lying on his side, trying to fall asleep, but the presence of the people around him is too strong, and he can't calm down to sleep at all.

Just when she was wondering whether to turn over, she felt a hand reach out, wrap around her waist, and gently move her back.

Jing Fan felt like he was about to stop breathing, but he heard Song Han say, "Sleep, I said I would get up early tomorrow."

Even though he was so panicked that he couldn't fall asleep just now, he felt the body temperature of the person behind him, but he suddenly calmed down, and after a while, he actually fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, the two said goodbye and went back, and the children said goodbye reluctantly.