Every world is miserable

When Song Jing went fishing in the afternoon, Wang Jinran, Song He, and Lin Shiqin chose to go boating on the lake. It was a pleasant time, and Lin Shiqin's mind gradually became active, and he seemed a little cheerful.

Seeing his transformation, the other two felt that their hearts were ironed.The three of them ate the roasted sweet potatoes that were baked before. The sweetness of the roasted sweet potatoes spread, and the air became sweet and greasy.

The still warm roasted sweet potatoes warmed his heart. Song He looked at Lin Shiqin who was sipping on the roasted sweet potatoes, and grinned.

In the end, I still didn't spend the night in the camp, and I went back when I almost had a good time.Knowing the time of their return, Aunt Qi began to prepare dinner, and when the four of them arrived home, they could have dinner.

The four of them ate a little, but they didn't have any appetite when they came back from the trip, so they wanted to lie down and take a rest.

At the end of the day, although I have been relaxed, my body has also accumulated a lot of fatigue. This time is especially suitable for taking a bath comfortably, and the whole person will even feel reborn.

Aunt Qi had already prepared Lin Shiqin's bath water.Lin Shiqin couldn't really enjoy the time in the bath because of the plaster cast on his left leg. He felt a pity in his heart, but he still squinted his eyes comfortably.He obviously didn't do any exercise today, but he felt that the fatigue of his muscles was instantly relieved.He smiled slightly and played with bubbles again.

When Song He came in, he saw the picture of Lin Shiqin playing with bubbles. This picture made him feel his head was a little bloodshot, he pursed his lips and cleared his throat on purpose.It's a pity that someone who was having a great time didn't hear his voice at all.

He stared helplessly at Lin Shiqin.

Speaking of which, in the past few days, Lin Shiqin has gradually been able to take care of himself, and he only has a fractured left outer malleolus, and he can walk with a cane, but he is a little tired and inconvenient.However, everyone is always worried about him, and someone has to watch him all the time.

Lin Shiqin picked up a handful of foam and blew it with a "huh", and the foam immediately flew in all directions, and some even splashed on his face, making it wet.

Song He stared at Lin Shiqin who was entertaining himself with interest, and felt happy just looking at him like this.

Seeing that he liked Bubbles so much, Song He still didn't bother him. He stood leaning against the wall, staring at Lin Shiqin from time to time, and glancing at his watch from time to time.

"Xiaoqin, it's been soaking for half an hour~ It's time to come out today."

Not only Lin Shiqin, but also the original body likes to take a bath very much. He even almost passed out because no one took a long time to soak in the bath. Wang Jinran knew this, so he specifically asked Song He not to let him take a long bath.

Being disturbed, Lin Shiqin was obviously a little displeased, but because it was Song He, Lin Shiqin held back his temper, and reluctantly rinsed off for the last time, ending the wonderful bathing time.

Today Lin Shiqin changed into a little yellow duck pajamas, looking a little cute, a little playful, and a little silly.

Song He couldn't hold back and rubbed Lin Shiqin's hair again, and he stopped his hands contentedly when Lin Shiqin's hair was rubbed into a bird's nest by himself.

After playing for a whole day, Lin Shiqin was already very tired, and after taking a comfortable bath just now, sleepiness swept over his head as soon as his head touched the pillow. He kept yawning, but looking at Song He in front of him , I just couldn't bear to close my eyes, and forced my open eyes to be covered with a layer of water mist because of the soreness.

Seeing that he was so sleepy, Song He also ended today's storytelling ahead of schedule. He closed the book and looked at Lin Shiqin quietly for a while. Shi Qin's eyes.

His eyelashes fluttered, making his palms itch.

And the warm temperature in the palm also made the eyes to close more tiredly, and before he knew it, Lin Shiqin fell asleep.

After confirming that Lin Shiqin was asleep, Song He packed up and prepared to go back to the room. When he turned off the light, he bit his lower lip hesitantly, then hurried to Lin Shiqin's bedside as if he had made a lot of determination, bent over, and Lin Shiqin placed a shallow kiss of his own on the forehead.

"Good night."

Then he ran away from the room.

Heart beating all night long.

And that dream came again.

Only this time, Lin Shiqin also had the same dream, but in the dream he and Song He were about to run towards the custard, but the custard disappeared out of thin air, and at this point Lin Shiqin also woke up suddenly.

He held his heart with lingering fear, and kept chanting "custard, custard..."

【System, does this dream indicate something? 】

[When did the taskers start to believe in the pseudoscience of foresight? 】

[It's better to believe it than to believe it. 】

[This is not like what you would say.Hehe~ Instead of worrying here and guessing that the dream will come true, it is better to protect the object that should be protected. If everyone wants to stay, then no one can stay. 】

Xu Shi was so comforted by the system, Lin Shiqin felt in a good mood, and he didn't have so many worries, but his heart was always anxious, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, bad premonitions are never wrong.

After breakfast, Song He almost collapsed when he saw the phone call, and anxiously said to Wang Jinran, "Mom, the custard is going to die."

"what?!"

Before Wang Jinran could react, Lin Shiqin screamed instinctively.

Custard? !

He stared at Song He in disbelief, he even doubted his hearing ability a little bit.

But Song He and Wang Jinran, who were in a state of anxiety, didn't care about Lin Shiqin's sudden change at all. They just got the car keys and were ready to go out in a hurry.

When Song He was about to run out, Lin Shiqin pulled Song He back who wanted to leave.

"Can you take me with you?"

Song He was a little surprised by Lin Shiqin's request, but he didn't have time to worry about it at all. He was in a hurry to see the egg soup for the last time, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Lin Shiqin held onto Song He tightly, trying to pass on his strength to Song He. He was also very flustered now, but between the two of them, one of them had to calm down before he could clean up the mess.

"In the past, I always regarded Egg Custard as my best playmate. I would play Frisbee and ball with him, take a nap on his stomach, hang out and enjoy happiness together..."

Perhaps it was because Lin Shiqin's handbook was too warm, Song He unconsciously began to tell the story of him and egg soup, the sadness in the words almost completely crushed Lin Shiqin, and he was moved by it.

Some people keep pets just for a short time, and some people make sure that their pets are as important as their lives. '

No matter how long-lived a dog is, compared to humans, its lifespan is limited after all. Even if you pay attention to the old egg soup, it will still fall ill, and it is no longer suitable for treatment. Grandpa Song and Song Guojun still chose euthanasia. Fighting desperately to see Song He for the last time.

Its eyes were a little loose, and when he saw Song He stumbling towards it, he whimpered. Song He was already in tears, as if an extremely important part of his life was slowly passing away.

"Egg custard, custard."

Dan Tang no longer had the strength to respond to Song He, but just let out a weak "hum", trying to comfort Song He as much as possible.

Lin Shiqin came late, seeing this picture, his whole heart was clenched together, his eyes turned red instantly, the sadness was tearing at his heart, his heart was piercingly painful, he walked slowly to them.

As if sensing Lin Shiqin's approach, Dan Tang's reaction became even more intense.

Lin Shiqin stretched out his hand and rubbed his head as before, and the custard also rubbed against his palm as usual, but it lost the vitality before.

"Sorry, custard, I'm late..."

The author has something to say: a short chapter.

The custard is finally on the scene, but it's gone too...

This chapter was written in a hurry and then repaired after it was empty~

I'm ashamed to say that I rarely tidied up my room this morning, it was really chaotic and orderly.

Although I put things in a mess, I still remember where I put them and tidy them up. I couldn't find them when I was looking for them tonight...