Dear girl

When Xia Yao woke up, the hour hand just reached twelve o'clock.Just as she was about to move, she realized that Classmate Song's head was tilted on her shoulder, one leg was hooking her leg, and the other arm was pressing down on her waist... Xia Yao's heart was pounding, she didn't dare to breathe, and slowly He lowered his head, his nose was filled with the smell of hair, and then raised a hand to carefully smooth the hair that was stuck on Song Xinci's face.

Song Xinci hummed softly in a daze, and moved to this side, and the two of them got closer.The smooth thighs rubbed against the smooth thighs, and the little heat from Song Xinci's breath hit Xia Yao's shoulders and neck. Xia Yao couldn't help tilting her head and gently touched Song Xinci's head.

The corner of Song Xinci's mouth curled up into a smile, and the hand on Xia Yao's waist unconsciously reached into the white T-shirt, touched her sister Yao's delicate and smooth skin, and moved a little closer, pressing Xia Yao softly Half of the body began to softly say "dream talk": "Sister Yao, the upper part..."

"Hmm... try harder..."

"Hmmm, try a little harder..."

Said with a comfortable sigh...

Xia Yao: "..."

With red ears rubbing Song Xinci's head: "I started playing early in the morning." I didn't know you had the habit of talking in your sleep.

Song Xinci "woke up leisurely", rubbed his eyes "drowsily", and said "confused": "Sister Yao, what are you talking about." He yawned, "I just dreamed that you were giving me a massage, So comfortable..."

Xia Yao: "..."

"I'll go to study another day." She said while patting Song Xinci's face, "You're hungry, get up, clean up, after the gastroscopy, I'll take you to eat something delicious." Xia Yao sat up from the bed as she spoke.

Song Xinci went back, buried his face in the pillow, and said in a crying voice, "I'm so sleepy, please let me sleep again." Just tell me, who has the appetite to eat after the gastroscopy.

I'm afraid that this sleep will last until dark.Xia Yao patted Song Xinci's back with her soft palm: "It's okay, let's go to a tertiary first-class hospital."

Just tell me Yangchuan Center, People, and affiliates, which one is not a third-level A, even if you take me to Xiehe and Huaxi, I don't want to have a gastroscopy.Song Xinci let out a long breath, she knew she was just delaying time, she knew she would go eventually, she knew she didn't want Xia Yao to worry... a second late is a second.

Song Xinci sat up suddenly, pinching Xia Yao's face with both hands: "Go, go, go."

...if that's not love.

Xia Yao quickly packed up and went to watch Song Xinci.

Song Xinci stood in front of the washstand, patted the toner with both hands and looked over: "Wait for me to apply the base cream..."

After a while.

"Wait for me to draw my eyebrows..."

in a little while.

"Wait for me to draw eyeliner..."

Xia Yao stepped forward and suggested sincerely, "Would you like to put on some more lipstick?"

Song Xinci's eyes were more "innocent", and he asked: "What do you think? Would it be inconvenient?"

Xia Yao lowered her head and smiled, like a spring breeze blowing through Song Xinci's heart.

Ripples swayed round and round.

"Okay." Song Xinci put down the bottles and cans in his hand, "Let's go."

Xia Yao looked up: "Stop playing?"

Song Xinci: "Can playing change the plan?"

"What do you think?"

"I think I can..."

Playing again, they often play some "little games" in language. It may not sound special to others, but they understand each other, understand the tacit understanding and affection inside, and understand that those who are on the same soft channel belong only to the two of them. The jokes, the conversations, make them happy and grateful.Xia Yao turned sideways: "Yes, you can..."

Song Xinci just walked past Xia Yao and walked out of the washroom, with a shocked expression on his face, and then put on an encouraging expression, clenching his fists and said, "Yes, what can you do? Sister Yao, speak out bravely."

You must know that sister Yao swears, the probability is about the same as the sun rises from the west.

Xia Yao coughed, raised her hand and brushed her hair: "The clothes are in the bedroom, we will set off after changing."

Alas, another opportunity to witness a miracle was lost.But... Song Xinci raised his hand and patted Xia Yao's shoulder, saying seriously: "You are here, it is a miracle of life."

Xia Yao was confused: "..." What did she say in the last sentence?How did we get here?Miracle?What does that mean?

Song Xinci suddenly laughed twice, turned around and walked to the bedroom, her thin lips parted slightly.

The singing came from the front:

"If I can give up the whole world, at least you are worth my cherishing..."

Song Xinci changed his clothes and walked out.Xia Yao waited by the door.

Putting the phone on the shoe cabinet, Song Xinci squatted down to put on his shoes.Three seconds later, the phone vibrated...

"Who?" Song Xinci asked.

Xia Yao helped take a look: "There is no note."

"It may be a courier, pick it up for me. Turn on the speakerphone, thank you sister Yao."

"You're welcome..." Xia Yao clicked to answer.Song Xinci just stood up, took her arm, and held up the phone to say hello: "hello." His eyes signaled Xia Yao to open the door.

The other side was quiet for a few seconds. Just as Song Xinci was about to hang up the phone, a voice came over, "Are you free? Let's have dinner together."

Xia Yao paused while holding the doorknob, waiting for Song Xinci to make arrangements.

Song Xinci's mind went blank for a few seconds. The voice had been buried in her memory for so long that she could hardly hear it. If it wasn't for the familiar indifference in her tone and her grandmother, she would not have guessed about that person.

Seeing that Song Xinci didn't answer, he continued, "Why, I can't even hear my mother's voice."

Xia Yao's heart skipped a beat. She knew that after Song Xinci's parents divorced, she grew up with her father, and her mother went abroad. She hadn't contacted her for many years.

Xia Yao stretched out her hand and gently held Xin Ci's hand, trying to tell her through the temperature of her fingertips, it's all right, don't be afraid, I'll be with you.

Song Xinci felt the comfort from his fingertips, turned his head to look at Xia Yao's eyes full of concern, and suddenly smiled.To be honest, there is a little bit of anger, but more of embarrassment and not knowing how to deal with it.

Song Xinci's parents divorced after she graduated from elementary school and before junior high school started, when she was 11 years old.Although I didn't feel much love from my mother in childhood, and in order to make my mother smile at her, I worked hard to learn piano and guitar.I also heard from Aunt Chen that she never took a sip of milk after she was born, and spent her baby years on milk powder. When she was born, her mother didn't even look at her, and even quarreled with her father because her father went to visit her.The father was afraid of his mother's postpartum depression, so he waited on him every day, and only dared to hug her at night after the mother fell asleep...

However, her mother didn't abuse her, and occasionally patted her face and touched her head. After passing the exam, she praised her as "awesome". Generally speaking, she was relatively indifferent.Her mother is the kind of woman who gives all the meaning of life to love.But at that time, Song Xinci was still young and still very attached to his mother. After crying for a while, he was kicked out by his grandparents, blaming his grandpa, blaming his father... In the end, he insisted on going to a boarding school in junior high school.

When you grow up a little bit, it becomes anger towards your mother, why did you give birth to her without asking.

After that, there was no excitement.The irregular stone stuck in my heart was finally soaked and smoothed by the years, and the scar gradually became old. Occasionally, I feel regretful when I think about it, but when I look back, it is covered with a layer of dust.

"Next time." Song Xinci thought for a while, "I'm out of town now."

"I gave birth to you anyway." The other side continued, "Your father said you were in Yangchuan."

"What's the point?" Song Xinci suddenly became a little angry, "You hate me so much anyway." Otherwise, she wouldn't be sent to the international summer camp as soon as the summer vacation ends, even though she really didn't want to go.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Well, I'm sorry for you."

What is calculation.Song Xinci said: "I hang up."

"Then how can I make up for it, so that you will feel more at ease."

This tone, on the contrary, I am unreasonable.Song Xinci: "Just pretend you don't have me."

"I don't owe anyone in my life but you. It makes me very uneasy."

"Why, can't face your proud personality?"

"You can think whatever you want." He paused and said, "If I say, I just want to see you, what you look like, how tall you are, will you come?"

Wipe, one of the character traits of Song Xinci - eat soft but not hard.

"I'm afraid I'll embarrass you, aren't you?" Sarcastically, with a cold face, he asked, "Where are you?"

The author has something to say:

Presumably the little angels also felt that the rewritten article this time does not match the previous article name. . .The author wanted to change it a long time ago, but the title and copywriting are really useless [cover your face.

Spoiler alert, the current title of the article is a song given to Sister Yao by Xinci [The song has already been written, but the plot is still a thousand miles away. .

Oh, it’s so hard to learn from the scriptures~

Finally, I wish you all a happy holiday~