Dear girl

"I made an appointment with Brother Lanyangyang and the others to play, can I go now?"

"Of course it's fine. Put on this hat and go see brother lamb."

"I am leaving."

……

On the color TV on the opposite cabinet, "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf" Song Xinci walked from one end of the room to the other, and then from the other end to this end.If it wasn't for Sister Yao's presence, she, she wouldn't give this group of people a good look.

Those people drove them to a private house, how could Song Xinci have been so angry, and was about to argue, Xia Yao tugged at her sleeve.

Which newspaper are you from? They only asked this question from the beginning to the end.

"It's fine." Xia Yao sat on the stool, "Don't worry."

Song Xinci stopped in his tracks: "They, they..."

Xia Yao patted her side and signaled Song Xinci to sit down: "I don't know if you noticed."

"what?"

Xia Yao looked at classmate Song who was confused about the situation, and smiled a little mysteriously: "I'll tell you when you sit down."

"Hmph." Song Xinci circled behind Xia Yao, put his arms around Xia Yao's neck, and rested his chin on Xia Yao's head, "Don't tell me."

"Okay, okay." Xia Yao responded, "Tell you, tell you."

"Say it."

"Cough." Xia Yao cleared her throat, "I don't know if you noticed, but one of the older uncles has an official newspaper in his coat pocket. It's hard to say about the rest. I guess he may be from the Propaganda Department of the county party committee. Maybe I got the news suddenly, so why did I tell them that I am a reporter from Yangchuan Daily. Don’t worry, Lao Yang is the best at handling such things.”

Song Xinci swayed while speaking, and Xia Yao's body swayed back and forth: "So, what does it have to do with the Propaganda Department?"

"If it were you, would you invest in a place where there is an explosion?"

"□□Everywhere has it."

"However, not every place has the confidence to bear it."

"Will that be harmonized?"

"Not at all." Xia Yao touched Song Xinci's hand, "I just want our report to be a little more low-key. In short, there is room for negotiation. Our main opponent is not them. It is you, hurry up and put on your gloves." Put it on."

Song Xinci rubbed Xia Yao's head sideways: "Is that so—"

Xia Yao smiled: "You shook my head so much that I'm dizzy."

Song Xinci was skinny and shameless: "Dizzy in my arms."

"No seriousness."

"Haha." Song Xinci kissed Xia Yao's hair loudly, "Are you serious?"

"Cough." Xia Yao breathed into the palm of her hand and covered Song Xinci's hand, "Look at your hand, it's as cold as a piece of ice."

Song Xinci hugged Xia Yao a little tighter: "Say it quickly, is it serious or not?"

Xia Yao rubbed Song Xinci's hands: "You are a typical spleen and kidney yang deficiency."

Song Xinci: "..."

Ambiguously: "My kidneys are very good."

Don't understand, Xia Yao: "Before going to bed, I will boil a pot of hot water to soak your feet, okay?"

Song Xinci: "This is the legendary chicken and duck talk."

Xia Yao: "Also, don't wear tight clothes in the future, and avoid eating raw or cold food, ice products or cold drinks."

Song Xinci: "Xia Yao is an idiot."

Xia Yao: "Idiots don't wear long johns."

Song Xinci: "Long johns are only worn by fools."

Xia Yao looked innocent: "But idiots don't have cold hands."

You are amazing, Song Xinci: "I'm happy to be cold."

"That's it—" Xia Yao expressed her understanding, "Then who is the idiot after all?"

Song Xinci: "..." The baby is not happy.

"I am a fool."

"Pfft—" Xia Yao pressed her face to Song Xinci's hand, "No, our Xinci is the smartest, so she will definitely wear long johns."

"I wear it, I wear it." Song Xinci objected, "But you didn't wear it either."

Xia Yao raised her head and waved her hands: "But my hands are not cold."

Song Xinci: "Anyway, the truth is yours."

Xia Yao expressed her shame: "It looks like this at the moment."

The two quarreled for a while, and the house was opened from the outside after more than an hour.

The uncle who Xia Yao mentioned at the beginning, who carried the official newspaper, walked in and smiled kindly: "Misunderstanding, I'm sorry."

Song Xinci had a cold face, but Xia Yao nodded.

The rain had stopped, Xia Yao had just walked out the door when Lao Yang's call came.

Lao Yang said, don't worry about it, he's already done it.

Back at the Banshan Hotel, it was almost six o'clock. After having some food in the restaurant, the two went straight back to the room.

"Huh—" Song Xinci jumped onto the bed, "This is the last interviewee."

"Thank you." Xia Yao rolled up her sleeves and walked into the bathroom, deciding to brush her shoes first.

There was a guitar in the corner of the bedroom, Song Xinci looked at it for a few seconds, got up and walked over, carried it to the living room, and sat down on the high stool by the French window.

Playing the first song, Song Xinci swept a chord, inspiration flooded from all around like water.

Outside is a clear night, inside is a transparent heart.

Song Xinci lowered his head slightly, and sang softly with a smile on his face:

Counting a year and a spring and autumn

The gates and alleys are old by the moonlight

You are the willow rewarded by my youth

Drunk time to grow into red beans

I can't see enough

how to speak

There is wine brewed by the spring breeze in your eyes

too gentle to look at

can i get drunk

i'm overwhelmed

Thousands of words can't express my heart

But table one two don't be shy

Want to weave the world into a splendid

Filled with sunshine to make a pillow for you

Let's dream together Let's sleepwalk together

Feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy

drunk forever

Slowly stay together

after a quiet evening

leisurely white head

Go against the flow of people from this direction

a bit of a challenge around

The long years pull you sail against the current

It's my most selfish plan

Even if he is very talented, but after all, he wrote and composed improvisationally. Song Xinci was sung slowly and intermittently, but this way, it was even more exciting.

Xia Yao was leaning against the wall, there were still drops of water falling between her fingers, and there were two pairs of shoes side by side on the marble countertop, they were next to each other.

Even the lights above the head are beautiful like a dream.

After tidying up the interview notes for a while, by the time both of them had showered and washed, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

Xia Yao really boiled a pot of hot water in the kitchen, poured it into a basin and brought it to the bedroom.Sure enough, star hotels are expensive for a reason, and everything is very convenient.

Song Xinci held back his laughter, Xia Yao put the basin beside the bed, got up and made a gesture of invitation: "Come on, Miss, it's time for health preservation."

When sleeping at night, because Xia Yao has been troubled by insomnia and doesn't want Song Xinci to find out, so these days she almost always sleeps with her back facing Song Xinci, and today is no exception.

The two were very close, Song Xinci stared sideways at Xia Yao's back in a daze for a while, then slowly leaned his head closer.

Xia Yao felt hands around her waist, "What's wrong?" She asked softly, maybe it was her sixth sense, she felt that Song Xinci was a little different today.

Maybe it was because of the rain on the feet during the day, or maybe it was because of the cold wind, Song Xinci was listless, and his voice seemed to be sleepy: "It's okay."

When Xia Yao turned around, Song Xinci fell into her arms.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Xinci closed his eyes: "My head hurts a little, and my nose is blocked."

"Have you got a cold?" Xia Yao rubbed Song Xinci's forehead, "I'll get you some medicine, okay?"

Song Xinci opened his eyes and laughed angrily: "I'm not so fragile. Besides, it's so late, I can't let you go out alone."

Xia Yao thought for a while: "Wait for me." After speaking, she got up and got out of bed.

"Hey——" Before Song Xinci finished speaking, Xia Yao had already walked out, her outstretched hand only grabbed a ball of air, "You give me a hug, I'll be fine..."

Two minutes later, Xia Yao came in with a bowl of tap water.

She put the bowl on the bedside table, motioned for Song Xinci to sit over, and gestured: "Look up your neck."

Song Xinci obviously didn't understand it very well, but he was still very supportive: "Master Xia, is this the way to do it?" He sat down consciously and raised his neck.

"Putting Sha, have you heard of it?" Xia Yao dipped her right index finger and middle finger in water, and stretched towards Song Xinci's neck.

The following is Song Xinci's verbal resistance all the time, but still sticking to each other, feeling a little painful but also very funny.

Two minutes after Xia Yao brought the bowl out, Song Xinci also got out of bed, and as expected, the guy stood by the doorknob as if he had settled down.

Song Xinci stepped forward and hugged Xia Yao from behind, and then put his right hand on Xia Yao's right hand holding the doorknob: "Go to the bathroom or the kitchen next?"

Xia Yao's body trembled in fright when she was suddenly embraced, and then her expression was full of apology: "Go to sleep."

"Okay, let's go to the kitchen first."

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