Dear girl

The last dish - fried broccoli.

Song Xinci brought two bowls of rice to the dining table and smiled beautifully at the imitation dried lotus in the ceramic vase.She is sure that she has found the most beautiful soil in her life. She will set up camp here and spend the rest of her life building a castle. The ten miles around will be filled with the fragrance of flowers. She and her sweetheart will be lying on the big soft and comfortable bed. Take a walk under the pink sky, and you can go far in a few steps.

The small house is full of smells that make her nostalgic.

The TV opposite the sofa is showing news, mainly about the US presidential election.

So the topics at the dinner table started from the impact of the election of Trump and Hillary as US presidents on Sino-US relations, to the impact of the US Asia-Pacific rebalancing strategy on China's geopolitics, and the big power game on the North Korean nuclear issue... Then what is the significance of supply-side reform to China's economic development?What opportunities and challenges will the Belt and Road Initiative bring to China?

Song Xinci: "So the Belt and Road Initiative is to solve overcapacity?"

"Part of it." Xia Yao asked, "Do you usually watch the news?"

Does entertainment news count?Song Xinci: "It's okay..."

Xia Yao thought for a while and said, "This kind of national-level top-level design, the height of the structure is beyond our current vision. The AIIB and RMB internationalization, the Asia-Pacific Free Trade Area and the Belt and Road Initiative, such a large-scale design will affect Reco is too far-reaching."

Song Xinci: "For example?"

Xia Yao drank her saliva and smiled: "New words, do you remember that I studied journalism and Chinese language?" Not in the economics and politics section either.

Well, my major is international economics and trade, but my true love is music... Song Xinci: "Why don't we talk about some exciting topics, such as the successful launch of Shenzhou NO.07 at 30:11 yesterday morning."

"Celebrate." Xia Yao picked up the water glass and touched Song Xinci's glass, "For example, transferring excess infrastructure capacity; for example, bringing new growth points when the economic growth rate is slowing down; for example, downward pressure on the economy Under the larger macro situation, alleviate the huge domestic employment pressure; for example, in case of external emergencies, avoid the blockade of the first island chain and the dilemma of Malacca, etc... In fact, I think the vision of the top designers is more important than What I'm talking about is much bigger."

Song Xinci: "..." What does it feel like to have a friend who cares about the world? Actually, I just want to talk about family matters. Why do I have the illusion of participating in the old Song dinner...

But Sister Yao, who is serious and talkative, is still so cute.

After eating almost, Song Xinci put down his chopsticks, with a smile on his face: "Then our student Xia, who cares about national affairs, hurry up and watch the news broadcast, and don't bother your old man with such trivial things as washing the dishes."

Xia Yao also put down her chopsticks, took out a few napkins, and handed two to Song Xinci, leaving two for herself to wipe the corners of her mouth, looking at Song Xinci with a gentle spring breeze in her eyes: "I don't care about human beings tonight, I only care about you." [Note]

Song Xinci pursed his lips with an expression of being touched, and then turned into a hooligan in seconds, asking nastyly, "Why do you care?"

Xia Yao took out a candy from her pocket, slapped it on the table, and asked with a "sincere" face, "Do you want to eat?"

"Eat." Just pretending to be stupid, Song Xinci picked up the candy, put it in his pocket, and started to put away the chopsticks. When he remembered something, he asked, "Sister Yao, do you still have to go to work?"

Xia Yao helped collect it: "Otherwise?"

Song Xinyu said briskly, "I will support you."

Xia Yao stacked the empty bowls together: "I eat a lot."

Song Xinci: "Give me my share."

"I'm so sorry."

"What's so embarrassing about that?"

After packing up the tableware, Xia Yao took a shower first.When Song Xinci entered the bathroom with his pajamas in his arms, there was still steam in the bathroom, the scent of shower gel left by Xia Yao filled his nose, and the mirror was covered with fog. Song Xinci held the shower head, imagining Just now, Sister Yao was standing here naked, feeling a strange feeling of shame.

Xia Yao dried her hair in the living room, listening to the sound of Song Xinci taking a bath in the bathroom, her ears turned red strangely.

Then, the mobile phone received a text message, and the editor of the magazine came to urge the manuscript.

Xia Yao took a deep breath, went back to her room, turned on the night light to the maximum, and turned off the fluorescent light. She likes a quiet and non-glare environment when writing.Grab a pen and transport yourself into memories.

I thought of the college student who gave her clues and then betrayed her, I thought of the skinny woman in the stairwell who should be in a drug rehabilitation center, I thought of Zhao Xiaoqian, I thought of Sun Ge who was found out for corruption and sentenced to prison, I thought of the news about the bar. To be in the newspapers, thinking that in a few months, they might be able to reopen their business...

Xia Yao looked out of the window, the quiet and dark night, just like the irrepressible greed in human nature, when night falls, selfishness begins to permeate, they never look up, their eyes are always red...they are cold-blooded like snakes.

But what's the point?The Great Wall is still there today, but we don’t see Qin Shihuang back then. The people of Bonan Mountain are right.

Xia Yao thought about it, and her pessimistic mood was out of control.Hearing the sound of Song Xinci blowing his hair in the living room, he came back to his senses and continued to write, staring at the A4 paper in a daze.

Song Xinci finished showering and was wearing a very sexy white lace tube top pajamas. He wanted to be a little seductive, but he misjudged the form, shivering from the cold, his hair was blown, and he ran Entering the room, getting into the bed, hugging the quilt and leaning against the head of the bed.

Xia Yao got up and walked to the bed, stroking Song Xinci's hair.Just as Song Xinci stretched out his hand, ready for a romantic pull, Xia Yao had already turned and walked away.

Finding a dry towel, Xia Yao sat back on the bed, put the towel on Song Xinci's hair, rubbed her hands gently, and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

"Sleepy." Song Xinci nodded, and said, "Let's go to sleep," he said.Xia Yao said: "Then you sleep first, I will go to the living room to write."

Sister Yao, why don't you be lonely like this?Song Xinci was obedient, with lowered eyelashes, pretending to be a little white rabbit, and said pitifully, "Well, don't be too busy..."

Xia Yao rubbed Song Xinci's head, and smiled: "Okay." When she got up, Song Xinci grabbed her wrist, regained her rogue nature, tilted her head, and said with ambiguous eyes, "You still really go."

Xia Yao couldn't resist the various appearances of Song Xinci, bit her lip, and said a little embarrassedly: "Then I will accompany you?"

Song Xinci was helpless: "Do you still need to ask?" Then he sat down inside, lifted a corner of the quilt, and patted the sheet, "Come on, let me warm you up."

Xia Yao was stunned for a few seconds, her nervous limbs were out of coordination, and she lay down.Song Xinci touched the remote control and turned off the night light: "Sister Yao, I'm cold."

Xia Yao hurriedly said, "I'll turn on the air conditioner."

"I don't want to blow the air conditioner."

"Then I'll go hug the blanket."

Xia Yao sat up and lifted the quilt and was about to get up, Song Xinci grabbed her hand: "Sister Yao, hug me to sleep."

Xia Yao was petrified in place, Song Xinci pulled Xia Yao down and lay down, covered the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt, turned sideways, put one hand on Xia Yao's heart: "Okay, go to sleep, good night."

Xia Yao: "Night...good night."

1 minutes passed.

Song Xinci moved to Xia Yao's side again, "Sister Yao, do you know what good night means?"

"Greetings?"

There was a muffled laugh.

Another 1 minutes passed.

"Sister Yao."

"Ok?"

"I think you need someone stronger."

"what?"

"It's okay." Song Xinci moved again, almost half of his body was pressed on Xia Yao's body, and said sweetly, "Sleep."

After 2 minutes, Xia Yao tentatively asked: "Xin Ci, are you asleep?"

"What?" Song Xinci patted Xia Yao's stomach with one hand, "Do you want to do something else?"

Xia Yao felt embarrassed: "I think, go to the toilet..."

Song Xinci supported his head with one hand and smiled: "I'll wait for you to come back."

After Xia Yao came out of the toilet, she walked to the door, uncontrollably, she touched the doorknob five times in one set three times.Behavior looks extraordinarily weird.

Then she went to the kitchen again, made sure the gas was turned off, and turned off the water.

Back to the room, after lying down, Song Xinci entangled like a vine: "Sleep."

After another 2 minutes, Xia Yao was very embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Xin Ci, are you asleep?"

Song Xinci touched Xia Yao's pajamas with one hand: "No."

Xia Yao grabbed Song Xinci's wrist: "I want to go to the bathroom..."

Song Xinci: "..." Sister Yao, are you nervous?

"...I'll wait for your return."

Xia Yao was very speechless to herself. She knew that the gas was off, the faucet was off, the door was closed, and she couldn't help but turn it off again.After washing your hands, walk back.

For the third time, Xia Yao was extremely embarrassed: "New words...are you asleep..."

Song Xinci: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Xia Yao's voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan: "Mmm..."

For the last time, three times, you can sleep in peace.Xia Yao stood by the door, touched the handle, turned around, Song Xinci leaned against the door and looked at her.

"I just want to make sure the door is closed." Xia Yao walked over, "Is it cold?"

Song Xinci was quite worried: "Obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

Xia Yao smiled indifferently: "I don't know when I got it, it's okay. Did it scare you?"

Fool, I feel sorry for you.Song Xinci doesn't know much about obsessive-compulsive disorder. At present, he only knows that it will make people do some behaviors repeatedly. Song Xinci plans to learn more about it another day. He ran to the door with his arms crossed, and turned to face Xia Yao.For mental illness, the company and encouragement of family members is very important. Song Xinci bent his eyes and smiled like the ripples on the lake in the sun, beautiful and tender, and said: "I will wait for you here, and I will accompany you in the future." Let's close the door together."

Xia Yao's heart melted, and she stretched out her hand towards Song Xinci: "Okay, it's been closed three times."

Song Xinci ran back: "What does it mean to be closed three times?"

"I might have something obsessed with three." Xia Yao was afraid that Song Xinci would be worried, so she said in a joking tone, "I have to drink water in three sips and wash my hands three times, isn't it funny?"

In modern society, most people have some obsessive-compulsive disorder more or less, similar to tidying up, similar to having to go to the toilet before going to bed, it seems to be a small problem that can be ridiculed, Song Xinci thinks that this kind of problem can be attributed more Class is a habit.She doesn't know what real obsessive-compulsive disorder looks like, but it must be very tiring to repeat a thing that the patient himself thinks is meaningless.Behavior stays within the frames drawn by thought.Looking up, you think the stars are very beautiful, but her eyes are also clear, but she is counting one, two, three, four.

Sister Yao, if there is a storm in the wilderness of your heart, then I am willing to accompany you to accept the baptism.

Song Xinci looked serious: "Otherwise what will happen?"

"I feel uncomfortable, anxious, uneasy. Okay—" Xia Yao rubbed Song Xinci's head, "It's okay, just do as it is, and it won't affect your life at the moment."

A few seconds later, Song Xinci put his arms around Xia Yao and patted Xia Yao on the back: "Sister Yao, don't feel any pressure."

"It's not your fault that it wasn't reported."

"You're already great, great."

The author has something to say:

Note:

i give stone back stone

let victory win

Tonight the highland barley belongs only to him

everything is growing

Tonight I only have the beautiful Gobi empty

Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you

Excerpt from "Sister, I'm in Delingha Tonight" - Haizi

PS: Sister Yao didn’t read it according to the original text, so I changed it a little