Dear girl

The night light was dimly lit with warm yellow light, and the surroundings were quiet, only the soft and steady breathing of the person beside the pillow in the room.Xia Yao tilted her head, Song Xinci in front of her was already asleep.

The bouncing guy calmed down, his good-looking eyebrows and eyes were like paintings on ceramics.

During the long time of their acquaintance, Song Xinci has the ability to turn any sentence into a love story and say it jokingly.Even so, every time Xia Yao was like hearing Song Xinci say this for the first time, she had no resistance at all, as if she had fallen into a swamp called Xindong and was willing to drown.

In the eyes of Song Xinci, it may be a joke out of character, but in Xia Yao's ears, it is just a cup of honey water mixed with a knife.You can watch a beautiful romance, but you can't pack the four seasons into your pocket.

"How do you put the four seasons in your pocket..." Xia Yao whispered, raised her hand, and hung it two centimeters away from Song Xinci's eyebrows, but in the end she still didn't go to Shun Yishun.Lie back, turn off the night light, stare at the ceiling for 10 minutes in the dark, and close your eyes.

"Good night."

Xia Yao's foot wasn't broken, it was a sprain. Ten days later, the plaster cast was removed, and it still hurts, but she can walk without any problem.

These days, Song Xinci has been with her all the time.I don't know how to cook, and I don't let Xia Yao cook, and I feel that the takeaway is unhygienic and not nutritious, so I hire housekeepers every day.Xia Yao felt that this kind of behavior was too wasteful, but whenever she wanted to say something, Song Xinci would give her a proper, anticipating look, with a bit of resentment and a bit of cuteness.

Most of the time the two get along is playing chess.

Chess, Go, backgammon, everything.Both of them are very smart, but Xia Yao is more able to calm down and see the big picture better than Song Xinci.

With golden horns and silver edges, grass belly, the opening layout follows a routine.Song Xinci holds the sunspots and goes to the star position first, and Xia Yao also follows the goodness and goes away from the star position.

Black makes another move, and Xia Yao hangs the corner.

Song Xinci: "..." I haven't finished laying it out yet, you're starting to break it.

Song Xinci gave up the cloth Chinese style, and the opening chapter was well-regulated to grab the big market, and the two sides got along fairly peacefully.

After walking a few moves, Song Xinci relied on his own situation to take the lead, and started to use his ultimate move.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window, the sun is intertwined with the green leaves, and the light jumps on the lines, like the sweat of youth, full of positive power.

The two sat cross-legged on the sofa, with a chessboard in the middle, and a fruit plate full of washed grapes on the coffee table next to them.Close the doors and windows, turn on the air conditioner, the temperature is just right.

In the last game, Song Xinci was in high spirits, strangling Xia Yao's dragon all the way.Xia Yao gave up the dozen or so sons, laid out the middle abdomen, and formed a shape in a few steps. Song Xinci circled a small area, and lost all external momentum.

Song Xinci threw the sunspot in his hand: "I don't want to play anymore."

Xia Yao wins the middle game.

Xia Yao accepted her son and said, "Your field foundation is very solid, why admit defeat?"

Song Xinci pressed his neck with one hand and twisted it: "You just wait for me to enter the short position, right?"

Xia Yao smiled: "Go is flexible and changeable, and it is not uncommon for the best situation to be overturned. Doing work on the spot, treating orphans, whichever you choose, I have a headache."

Song Xinci: "..." Sister Yao, you are modest.

"Let's watch TV." Song Xinci suggested.As soon as I touched the remote control, one of the mobile phones on the coffee table vibrated. It was rose gold, and it was Song Xinci's mobile phone. It was placed on the edge, and it fell to the ground one step later.

Song Xinci picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and raised his hand to Xia Yao like making a report in elementary school: "Sister Yao, a box of old yogurt."

Xia Yao had nothing to do with her, so she smiled broadly and walked to the kitchen.

Song Xinci likes to drink low-temperature milk, especially solidified yogurt.Tear open the package, take a small spoon to eat slowly, take a bite, and look at you with satisfaction, that little appearance is so cute.

So Xia Yao stocked up a box of old yogurt in the refrigerator.She also tasted it once herself, and found it too sour, and she really couldn't appreciate the delicate, smooth, sweet and milky flavor that classmate Song said.I just feel that if she keeps eating, she might start to learn to wear dentures before stepping in.

Song Xinci was leaning on the sofa, his posture was like a lazy cat.Picking up the phone: "Comrade Song, you are finally willing to call me."

Over there, Song Wentao had just finished taking a shower, changed into a set of simple clothes, adjusted his lapels, and changed his hand to hold the phone: "Comrade Xiao Song, your dad will be home at ten o'clock tonight."

"Do you want me to meet you?" Song Xinci said, straightening his legs and placing them on Xia Yao who had just sat down on the sofa.The calf rubbed against the thigh, and the originally cool skin became dry and hot. Xia Yao was so flustered that she scooped up a spoonful of yogurt and ate it, which almost made her teeth sore.

Song Xinci laughed at the other end, but he didn't laugh out loud, and his tone was still the same: "Well, I see. Dad, be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xinci knelt down and patted Xia Yao's face: "Let's go, Sister Yao, go visit Song's Hosiery, the leader in the textile industry in Yangchuan City."

Over there, Liu Wei stood behind the sofa, watching the life assistant hand over a box of watches to Song Wentao. Song Dong, who has always been particular about accessories, gave up the Patek Philippe of the super-complex chronograph series, the Vacheron Constantin of the heritage series, and other luxury watches. I bought a piece of Wanguo that looks simpler in style next to it.

Liu Wei knew that the piece of Wanguo was a birthday present given to her father by Miss Song when she was in high school.At that time, Miss Song's pocket money was hundreds of limited edition LV bags short of what she is now, and she had saved it for a few months, and she helped choose it.

Who would have thought that the media commented that the chairman of the board of directors of Zhengjin Group, a wealthy businessman who has always been cold and low-key, is a [-]% daughter slave.

At this moment, the stewardess came over and said in a sweet voice, "Mr. Song, you can board the plane now."

Song Xinci was thinking of having a job, and planned to temporarily make up for the current situation of her company, and then add a little oil and vinegar to it, add branches and leaves, and go happily.Isn't it beautiful for father and daughter to live in harmony and enjoy each other happily.

The site is located in Xingao District.Xingao was originally a county under the jurisdiction of the province. It was only designated as a county-level district of Yangchuan City two years ago. It is located to the west of the Fourth Ring Road in Yangchuan City. Yangchuan City has positioned it as an industrial park. In order to attract capital, the policy offers are particularly large. Rent discounts, 3 exemptions and 3 halvings, seven connections and one leveling infrastructure are planned and constructed by the management committee—the discount is so great that it has refreshed the record of Yangchuan City, and a large amount of capital has poured in for a while, buying and selling land, and building factories During the day, large trucks pulling cement and stone bricks came one after another, and the roar of machines was everywhere.

Song Xinci has been here several times and still remembers the route.In order to save rent, Li Sisi chose an outrageously remote factory location.Driving through the wide two-way lane, walking into the alley full of cracks, crushed as if the land had been dry for more than half a year, Song Xinci couldn't feel the economic boom that the local news said at all, and only felt sorry for her. car.

After getting off the elevated highway, Xia Yao kept turning her head and looking out the window.Looking at the small figures on the scaffolding in the distance, they are busy against the background of the green protective net. The huge buildings cut the sunlight.

They built the city and don't know if they can stay.