Dear girl

It was midsummer, and after a heavy rain, the temperature rose quickly. In addition, the T-shirt was relatively thin, and the wet clothes were almost dried by the body heat.

This is not good, but there seems to be no other way.

Xia Yao stood up, dragged her red and swollen right foot, limped and threw the lunch box into the trash can, and then slowly moved to the bathroom.After she calmed down, she gritted her teeth in pain and took a deep breath.

Xia Yao's long hair was parted, she lowered her head and shook it, a curtain of hair was hanging down in front of her eyes, wet, stuck together by mud and sand like noodles.

Xia Yao's right foot hurts, let alone stepping on the ground.After standing on one foot for a while, feeling exhausted, he propped himself up on the sink with one hand, and took water with the other hand to clean his hair.Because it is an induction-type automatic water outlet, after a little grooming, it will go to the sensor again. It took a long time to get my hair done and wash my face.

Just as Xia Yao was about to register, she suddenly remembered that she had no money with her.She played the role of a sophomore whose family was not rich and suffered a sudden change. In order to help her relatives get medical treatment, she had to drop out of school and work.The old-fashioned functional phones used in mobile phones, in order to be more convincing, the clothes are all the clothes she wore when she was in college sent by Xia's mother from her hometown, which is just right out of date.

Of course, there is still a registration fee of a few dollars, but it is in the car.She remembered that Liu Yanghao handed her the phone when she woke up.At that time, she fainted, and she didn't bring anything except the zipper bag she specially asked someone to sew for each pair of trousers, which contained a camera camera.

When Lao Yang and Song Xinci rushed to the emergency room, Xia Yao was sitting on a bench holding a magazine, looking quite serious.

Song Xinci stood in front of Xia Yao, heaved a sigh of relief, his pretty brows twisted into a sizzle, and his voice was muffled: "Xia Yao!"

Xia Yao suddenly heard Song Xinci's voice, she was taken aback for a moment, and then her heart was filled.Quickly put the magazine in his hand aside, the child has been called by name, which shows that the situation is serious.She raised her face, her eyes were as bright as the sun in April, and her expression was a little feigned surprise: "Ah, long time no see." Her earlobes were slightly red, and she hid a little shyness in her smile.

Song Xinci glanced at Xia Yao, still angry, and jumped out word by word: "Long-long-no-see."

Xia Yao nodded towards Lao Yang who had just walked over and stood behind Song Xinci, and understood the meaning of the other party with just one look.

Song Xinci bit his lower lip, looked at Xia Yao carefully, couldn't help but feel distressed, his beautiful long eyelashes trembled, his eye circles turned red, he couldn't bear to speak harshly anymore, his voice was as soft as a hand holding tender tofu, It's all about caring: "What did the doctor say?"

Xia Yao spread her hands with an innocent face: "I didn't bring any money..."

If you slow down Song Xinci's expression at this time, you can see that her pupils are slowly dilated frame by frame, and there are four words in capital letters inside - I can't believe it.

Just when Song Xinci was about to blow up, Xia Yao ignored her foot injury, stood up suddenly, and stepped on the ground suddenly, the pain made her want to squat down, but she still endured it.They were about the same height, but Song Xinci was standing at the bottom of the steps, a head shorter than Xia Yao.Xia Yao stretched out her hand and rubbed Song Xinci's hair, and criticized, "Why are you standing still, why don't you register for my sister."

Song Xinci glared at Xia Yao angrily, turned around and walked up the steps to the emergency room.One foot and one foot are heavy, and I can't wait to step on the ground.

After Song Xinci walked in, Xia Yao suppressed her smile and became serious: "Old Yang, I can't wait for tomorrow's editorial meeting. This unannounced visit is not considered a success, and I have already been exposed."

"Yeah." Lao Yang nodded, and handed the laptop he was carrying to Xia Yao, "I thought it might be the case, so I brought the computer with me, you write the manuscript first, I'll go to the company now, see if we can negotiate Cancel the advertisement page at once, let the American editor rearrange the typesetting, if the printing is too late... try your best, if you can't catch up with the morning paper, you have to catch up with the evening paper."

Xia Yao looked at Lao Yang: "Thanks for your hard work."

Lao Yang shook his head. How could you work so hard: "Your manuscripts are always well-written, and I don't need to make corrections, so I won't waste much time."

"It's all taught by my mentor." Xia Yao said, pressed her legs, took a breath, and sat back on the bench.

"Can talk, finish writing the manuscript, take a good rest, the teacher will leave first."

"it is good."

Lao Yang took two steps outside, then turned his head to look at Xia Yao: "Your ID card is in the computer bag, and there are more...Girl, don't blame yourself too much." After finishing speaking, he walked out quickly.

Xia Yao watched Lao Yang's back disappear around the corner, lowered her eyes, looked at the road, and after a few seconds, put the computer on her lap and opened the notebook.

With a serious expression, he focused on forgetting the pain, or in other words, endured the pain.

When Song Xinci walked out with the registration form, he just heard the Windows system booting sound.The white light of the computer was reflected on Xia Yao's face, Xia Yao squinted her eyes, her face was as white as that light, she opened her eyes, she was so focused that she didn't notice that Song Xinci was standing beside her, with a gentle but firm profile.

"Sister Yao..." Song Xinci called softly.

Xia Yao raised her head, and Song Xinci was standing there, watching her quietly.For some reason, it hurts a little.

Song Xinci is usually cheerful, with jumpy thinking and lively personality.No matter what he thinks in his heart, from the outside, he is definitely a very cheerful person.Such a quiet appearance is actually rare.In the past, she was afraid that she would rush over and pinch her face.

Xia Yao understands that in fact, her classmate Song has always been a very delicate person, she is very measured when joking, and can distinguish when to make trouble and when to be serious.

What Xia Yao is thinking now is to write the manuscript first and send it to Lao Yang.She wants to recall and sort out the information collected from various places in the past two months. She has no notes, and the secret camera was handed over to the police, so she can only rely on memory.This is a project. It is necessary to write clear, logical, true and objective reports. Whether it is a pyramid structure, an inverted pyramid structure, or a mixed structure of inverted and positive, it is necessary to write a really short, happy and strong report.Before she sorted out the whole picture of the net, it had already been exposed. The police were taking action, but the involvement was so wide that it was difficult to cover everything.If the report is timely, perhaps the people nearby will also pay attention, before they destroy the evidence.

Moreover, she felt that her injury was not serious, but the sprained ankle was more painful, and there was a faint pain in one rib, which was within the tolerable range.

The sensible student Song knew that her elder sister Yao must write the manuscript first.Song Xinci slowly walked to Xia Yao's other side, picked up the magazine Xia Yao just read, and sat on the bench.Afraid of disturbing Xia Yao's work, she kept a close distance.He didn't say a word, he was quiet, his face was not very good-looking, but there was an inexplicable cuteness that made people feel distressed.

Xia Yao stretched out her hand sideways enough, just enough to touch Song Xinci's arm, squeezed it, and then smiled lightly.He didn't speak, but retracted his hand, leaned on the bench, and faced the screen, his expression became serious again.For a moment, there was only the sound of Xia Yao tapping the keyboard neatly with her ten fingers.

Xia Yao picked up that magazine on the way back from the bathroom.Xia Yao likes reading books, likes writing, and loves the paper of books very much. When she sees it, she can't help but look through it.

Song Xinci is holding the magazine. On the cover, a sexy girl with a D cup is wearing exaggerated makeup. She is wrapped in a pink or silky bath towel that looks like a breast wrap. It can be regarded as clothes... The expression is artificial Look at it, there is a dash in the eye, and the Korean three-point double eyelid is written on the back... There is a row of advertisements in purple fonts on the girl's head-Lilac Cosmetic Plastic Surgery Hospital, to be a woman is to be beautiful.

If Song Xinci could laugh to death in normal times, she is not laughing at plastic surgery, she is laughing at the design of this magazine... Cheap paper, exaggerated style, this kind of advertisement, does anyone really believe it?

Huyou is reluctant to pay a heavy price, does he still have a conscience?

But today Song Xinci only took a cursory glance.Opening the magazine with a lack of interest, I didn't distract myself from reading all kinds of things that my husband disliked before the plastic surgery, cheating, domestic violence, divorce... After the plastic surgery, my husband was so regretful that he beat his chest and feet, crying and shouting the so-called wrong words. Customer Thank You Letter.

Don't even dare to write stories like this...

Xia Yao's side was closer to the emergency light, and Song Xinci lit it with a less bright light. After reading a few similar stories with minor differences, I felt like I was going to go blind.

Raising his head and leaning back, Song Xinci's sitting posture tilted towards Xia Yao's side.Quietly looking at Xia Yao who was immersed in the world of writing, occasionally resting her hands on the keyboard, looking over the notebook with a thoughtful face, occasionally frowning her pretty eyebrows, and pursing her lips gracefully.

Although a good-looking skin is attractive, it is so ordinary compared to a sincere soul.

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