Dear girl

Song Xinci leaned against the head of the bed, sulking, his pretty eyebrows frowned into a "Chuan".

Xia Yao went to the kitchen to warm up a cup of milk and brought it in, bent down and put it on the bedside table, "I really fell down by accident while climbing a mountain today." She pressed her knee with one hand and rubbed Song Xinci's head with the other, "Wow , now I don’t even believe your sister Yao’s words.”

Song Xinci looked up at Xia Yao: "You are a reporter, right?"

Xia Yao got up, covered her mouth and yawned: "Be obedient, drink the milk." After speaking, she walked towards the end of the bed.

Song Xinci quickly grabbed Xia Yao with his sharp eyes, picked up the glass with the other hand, raised his head and gulped down the milk, then moved his body inward, freeing up the warm place for Xia Yao.

Xia Yao blinked her eyes: "Thank you." Then she turned off the light, lay down under the quilt, and smiled softly in the dark, "Our Xinci really grew up, and became my sister's caring little padded jacket."

Don't think that you can get away with talking to me in such a coaxing tone, Song Xinci: "You count how many times you have been beaten this year!"

Not long after the beginning of the new year, I went undercover in Miaowang Village and broke my bone, and then I was beaten into a brain contusion by that bastard Sun Ge during an unannounced visit to a nightclub. I have bruises all over my body!

"Okay, we'll go back tomorrow." Xia Yao turned sideways and rubbed Song Xinci's temples, "Don't get angry, get angry and get a headache."

Song Xinci softened at once, and stretched out his hand to wrap Xia Yao in his arms, his voice sounded like he was about to cry, muffled, full of self-blame: "I've only been away for more than ten hours, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Xia Yao is still not used to being hugged by Song Xinci like this, because according to their previous experience of sleeping together, she lay on her back most of the time, and then Song Xinci wrapped her arms around her like a child, around her waist.It's all a habit from childhood. If she doesn't lie down and sleep seriously, she won't be able to sleep.

If it doesn't move, it will really be like the pain after climbing a mountain. It's obvious but bearable. Xia Yao thought for a while, then poked her head out: "May I tell you a story about Li Si?"

In the darkness, Xia Yao's face could not be seen clearly.Song Xinci didn't say anything, which was a tacit consent.

Let's start, Xia Yao: "There used to be a farmer named Li Si. Her farmland was next to Zhang San's. When summer was about to come, they both planted watermelons. The sun rises and sets, and the time slips away day by day. Let's go, summer is coming soon, and their watermelons are close to maturity. In order not to let the hard work go to waste, the melon fields need to be guarded against thieves. In order to save costs, they jointly built a melon shed. There was a partner to pass the boring time, so they all temporarily lived in the melon shed. On a moonless night, when they were about to fall asleep, there was a sudden noise outside the shed..."

Xia Yao's words stopped here.

1 minute later.

Song Xinci: "And then?"

"Then—" Xia Yao gently lifted a corner of the quilt to avoid the wind, and sat up, "Then Li Si wants to go out and have a look."

Song Xinci: "..."

"The two were old acquaintances—" Song Xinci said and sat up, "so Zhang San decided to accompany her to see it."

Xia Yao: "Zhang San has worked hard all day, and he is already very sleepy."

Song Xinci: "But she is still worried about Li Si."

Xia Yao sighed imperceptibly: "It's very troublesome." It's fine for me to be tired alone.

Song Xinci: "Zhang San is not afraid of trouble."

Xia Yao: "You are changing the character settings randomly."

Song Xinci: "Anyway, it hasn't been officially published yet."

……

Song Xinci accompanied Xia Yao to close the door, turn off the faucet, close the window, and said: "I thought Zhang San and Li Si were men."

Xia Yao opened the curtain and then closed it, opened it and closed it again: "Reading mystery novels?"

Song Xinci: "Very few."

"So——" Xia Yao explained, "This is called a narrative trick, why I said at the beginning that there was a farmer named Zhang San instead of a farmer named Zhang San in the past, I did not mention it on purpose. "

"puff."

Song Xinci: "Can you simply listen to a story?"

Closing the curtains for the last time tonight, Xia Yao let go: "So if the narrative is not used well, it will be disgusted by the readers. If it is used well, it will be a magic stroke, which can bring unexpected and surprising effects."

Song Xinci pressed Xia Yao's shoulder: "As expected of someone with a column."

Because of the injuries on her body, Xia Yao walked slowly: "What I write are essays and autobiographical experiences, not novels."

"You can try it." Song Xinci suggested, "Just call Zhang San and Li Si."

"If you like it—" Xia Yao turned to look at Song Xinci, "I'll give it a try."

Song Xinci smiled: "I'm just joking." She didn't want Xia Yao to be tired.

Xia Yao stopped talking, as if she was thinking about the feasibility.

On December 12th, the girls who had been away for more than a month returned to the familiar Yangchuan.

Lao Yang is still in the Liuxia County Health Center.First he took Xia Yao to the central hospital to get some medicine, and then Song Xinci directly brought Xia Yao to the studio.

"I hired a part-time worker over there. I will clean it first, and I will go back tomorrow." Song Xinci opened the car door and said while helping Xia Yao unfasten her seat belt.

There are people who come to clean the studio regularly, so you can move in at any time.

After getting off the car, Xia Yao looked inside: "Hey, isn't Mr. Cheng here?"

After going up a few steps, Song Xinci walked up to the fingerprint access control: "He has an event in another place, don't worry about him." In fact, she sent a text message in advance to cancel it.

Passing through the living room, Song Xinci looked at the spiral staircase, wondering whether to install an elevator, and when she was about to squat down, Xia Yao had already gone up two steps.

She looked down at Song Xinci, and asked amusedly, "Why don't you help me?"

I want to carry you on my back, Song Xinci stepped forward, put his arms around Xia Yao's waist, and said angrily, "You still have the nerve to laugh."

Xia Yao walked very slowly, took one step, her feet softened a bit, her calf was kicked hard a few times, it was sore and sore, she answered very quickly: "What if someone falls in love with my smile."

Song Xinci snorted arrogantly: "Just wait."

Xia Yao pretended to be disappointed: "I thought I had already waited."

Song Xinci: "Huh."

It seemed that the child was going to be angry for a few days. Xia Yao stopped at the corner of the second floor, took out a toffee from her jacket pocket, held it up to Song Xinci, and said in a tone of surprise: "Dangdangdangdang ..."

Song Xinci grabbed the toffee over and said, "Be your size."

"Okay—" Xia Yao pursed her lips, "It's not good to eat too much sugar."

"Hmph." Song Xinci made up his mind to sing the opposite tune, and immediately tore off the candy wrapper, put the toffee into his mouth, and chewed it out with a "click".

"The teeth are really good." Xia Yao praised.

Song Xinci: "Huh."

Xia Yao: "..." If you want to say hum again, I'll just say ha.

Opening the door, the twill-printed quilt was neatly folded aside.Song Xinci greeted Cheng Yang in the morning and asked someone to clean it up.

An oversized SpongeBob sits on the head of the bed, looking at them with a smile.On the other side of the bed, there were two gray lazy sofas and a small solid wood coffee table in the previously spacious blank space.

The light was a bit dim, so Song Xinci pressed the button to turn on the light.

The first thing is to turn on the air conditioner, and then, Song Xinci pulled Xia Yao to the bed and sat down, pressed her shoulder and said: "If you are bored, just read a book. I asked Aunt Chen to make soup, and now I have to go home Get it at home." Considering Xia Yao's quiet character, Song Xinci did not directly take Xia Yao to the courtyard house.Her father is going home tonight, and he is tired of calling and calling, so we will talk about everything after the injury is healed.

"Will it be a little troublesome?" Xia Yao looked embarrassed, "Don't trouble others next time."

Song Xinci was noncommittal, and picked a copy of "Grandpa must have a way" from the books on the wall, handed it to Xia Yao, and finally smiled: "Little Xia, stay at home and wait for me to come back."

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