After being confessed by the paranoid school grass

A group of people started to sing in the hall after eating, good and bad ones went up and sang a song or two, those who had a crush sang love songs for them, and those who didn't have a crush sang cheerfully. It was more than two o'clock in the middle of the night before returning to silence.Liu Yao sorted out all the empty rooms on the first and second floors, so everyone had a place to sleep.

Today everyone was tired of playing and had enough trouble, and basically fell asleep after touching the pillow.

At four o'clock in the morning, Song Lingyun got up to go to the toilet, and vaguely heard some cups and bowls clashing from the kitchen.

"It's over, who hasn't slept yet?" Song Lingfeng walked gently to the kitchen and stretched his head to take a look. A small girl was standing in front of the sink washing the dishes piled on the table.

"Xia Qiao? You..."

"Ah! I can't sleep. I just saw the bowls and chopsticks piled up here, and I just cleaned them up." Xia Qiao blushed and smiled at Song Lingfeng.

Song Lingfeng looked around, there were still a bunch of glasses that hadn't been brushed, so he stood directly next to Xia Qiao and began to brush the glasses.

"No, you go back to sleep, I can do it by myself..."

"It's okay, I can't sleep either." Song Lingfeng's tone was emotionless, Xia Qiao couldn't speak again, the two of them stood there silently washing, the sound of water gurgling, seemed a little desolate in this silent night.

"You know, I can really understand you." Xia Qiao glanced at Song Lingfeng from the corner of her eye, and said softly.

"Sometimes I feel like the two of us sometimes." Xia Qiao said with some relief and relief in her tone, "We are all lonely in the crowd, but you are resisting the care from outside, and your face is full of seriousness. People think that this person is definitely not easy to mess with."

Song Lingfeng stopped what he was doing, and looked at Xia Qiao in surprise, "Do I have any?" There was a bit of aggrieved tone in his tone.

"You have, although you don't admit it, but you do show an innate resistance to others or new things."

"For example, when we were at the same table, someone broke one of your pens. Even though you lost an identical one, you repaired the broken one and used it. Even though it kept leaking ink, you never stopped. Change."

"For example, you never waste your feelings. The word 'expectation' never appears in your composition. You don't look forward to new things. You have nostalgia and nostalgia for old things."

"Let's take your diary again. It's a thick one. It's packed in your schoolbag every day. The first few pages have turned yellow. The handwriting looks like it was written in elementary school, with pinyin in it. Later handwriting You are getting more and more mature, you will read it every day when you take a nap at noon, and I can see unprecedented tenderness in your eyes."

Xia Qiao lowered her head and said, Song Lingfeng looked at Xia Qiao with disbelief in his eyes, but more of a trace of sadness.

That's right, Xia Qiao is right about being greedy for old things and not liking the appearance and existence of new things.But if she can see through her heart, Xia Qiao must have experienced difficult things, right?Just like himself three years ago.

"Actually, I can understand you, because I am similar to you to a large extent. I grew up by myself when I was young." Xia Qiao smiled wryly, half of her face was hidden under the cold moonlight, forming a blurred shadow , Song Lingfeng couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could hear the vicissitudes in her voice that didn't match her age.

"When I was ten years old, my parents divorced. You can imagine that when the two of them divided the family property, they quarreled for three days and three nights, even fighting over a piece of carpet."

"The property was finally distributed, and then it was my turn, who would take care of me."

"My father said, if I can earn money, the child belongs to me; my mother said, no child can live without his mother, the child should belong to her."

Song Lingfeng felt that the thin figure beside him seemed to be shaking in the dark, like a wounded kitten crawling on the ground and licking its wounds.

"Later, the judge ordered the two parents to leave the court. All the jury and the judge looked at me, a little ten-year-old girl, and they asked me if I would like to go with my father or my mother."

A ten-year-old girl doesn't understand many things in the world, and she doesn't know why a complete family must be divided, why she has to face this bloody problem.

Why can only one of the parents be chosen, why does a family become so dilapidated.A ten-year-old girl cried helplessly in court.But the law is like that, cold and unfeeling.

She was taken away by her mother.

Later, my mother remarried with another man, and he wanted to call that strange uncle Dad.

Then they had another new daughter, who is only three years old now.

They liked her very much, and all their energies were poured out on that little one.

She is not the center of gravity from the beginning to the end, she is an individual separated from everyone.

The conversations between the mother and daughter gradually decreased, and there were only money transfers left in WeChat, and there were no other words.

That little girl doesn't want to be a princess in the eyes of others, even if she doesn't have a princess dress, she still longs to have a sense of existence like the stars holding the moon.

When I was in junior high school, I ran away from home one day, thinking that my behavior would attract the attention of my parents, make them reflect on their mistakes, and remind them that their eldest daughter also longed for some love from them.

But the little sister was sick that day, and the whole family went to the hospital. No one cared whether he had her or went home.

The battery of the mobile phone is dead, there is no money in the pocket, and I am walking aimlessly on the street.

In front of him was a little bald monk sitting on the edge of the flower bed eating steamed buns.

Xia Qiao, who was in junior high school, stood in front of the little monk and said word by word, "Do you know how to get the love of others?"

"A stone lives ten thousand years, paper a thousand years, a human life a hundred years, and sincerity a few years."

"Love is fate, and being in love is the supreme fate."

So, if you love each other, go for love, and if you don't have love, go for love.

Since then, Xia Qiao has become a personality that is completely opposite to Song Lingfeng's life in the world. She loves everywhere and longs for love everywhere. It is best to have a response. If there is no response, it is just that there is no fate.

"So, after listening to what you said last time, I was very touched. I hope you will keep moving forward and become a person who is nostalgic for the old but also emotional for new things. Try to accept those who try to get closer to you, Those are all the fate you cultivated in your previous life."

"Okay." Song Lingfeng nodded, the fierce aura between his eyebrows disappeared, and there was more tenderness and affection.

In the silent morning, no one knew about this late-night conversation, which became a secret between two people, deeply hidden in their hearts.

Si Lang was the first to wake up in the morning, and Liu Yao, who was beside him, still wrapped his arms around Si Lang's neck and refused to let go.Si Lang gently opened Liu Yao's fingers one by one, got out of bed, then gently tucked in the quilt, and went downstairs.

Si Lang was a little surprised when he saw the tidy desktop and the clean sink. I don't know who helped clean it up last night.

Si Lang smiled and started making breakfast.Those who came from out of town had already booked their air tickets at noon, and it was time to leave after breakfast.

Everyone was basically awakened by the aroma of grilled bacon and fried steak.

"What smells so good!" Jin Tian followed the smell into the kitchen before opening his eyes.

"Si Lang, I found that you are a good wife and mother!" Zhou Zhihao also got up and helped to set the dishes.

The boys gave up the bathroom to the girls to wash up, and Song Lingfeng took back the clothes washed yesterday from the balcony and changed into them.

"I'll ask Uncle Lu to take you to the airport later." Liu Yao said to everyone.

"That's great! My God, I feel like a sugar daddy! Pick me up at every airport!" Zhou Zhiyang said happily, holding up his chopsticks.

Si Lang smiled softly, thinking to himself that I have been in sugar daddy for a long time.

After breakfast, everyone packed their luggage and set out on the road.Uncle Lu sent three cars to take this group of people to the airport.

"We will meet again when we return to Haicheng during the winter vacation. Next time we will call Xing Shu and Xing Lang, and no one will be left behind!"

"See you on winter vacation!"

"See you on winter vacation!"

After sending everyone away, Liu Yao and Si Lang returned home in Uncle Lu's car. Liu Yao and Si Lang called their families respectively, saying happy new year and everything went well, and chatting about college life.

Uncle Sheng sent out another big red envelope, saying it was for Liu Yao's luck, not for the new year.

It's the kid who is making trouble in the dark, it's bad luck, and it's the hurdles from the beginning to the end of the year.

Aunt Zhao's housekeeper and Yin Yu were still unreasonably enthusiastic, but Liu Zhengze returned the microphone to Aunt Zhao after a few simple instructions as usual.

Slang made an ocean phone call to Scomman, who was visiting his mother and former mentor in France at this moment.

Clean sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were placed on the graves of Su Xiaoqing and Li Na, while white roses were placed on the graves of Liu Yanxi and Xu Mochi, which were fresh and gorgeous.

May everyone become who they want to be in the new year, and those who fall in love also love themselves.

May you not be dragged down by suffering, and may you find your own share of salvation on this difficult road of life.

May you go forward all the way, not afraid of the past, and look forward to tomorrow.

"Continue to love you in the new year."

"I love you forever."

As soon as Liu Yao put down the phone, he received a video invitation from Jia Shengli.Liu Yao pressed the green button on the screen, and a huge face instantly filled the phone screen to the brim.

"Brother Liu! The selection of the most beautiful boy is over!" Jia Shengli said excitedly to Liu Yao, "Thanks to Brother Liu!", holding Jia Shengli's head with one hand and pressing down, revealing the faces of Ma Zheng and Liu Zhiming, "Brother Liu! No.1 is one bicycle per person! It's mountain bike! It's so cool! The four of us have brought back the bikes. I'll give you the keys when you go back to school!"

Thunderstorms floated in Liu Yao's heart, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

No.2, No.3 and other contestants may feel that No.1's dormitory class is a bit abnormal. Others are showing their filial piety and labor, but their dormitory is really purely showing their faces.

However, the parties seemed to be unaware of the other three people except Liu Yao.

Forget it, fools have fools.

"Okay, the three of you have contributed a lot to this competition, and helped to win a lot of tickets. I will treat you to dinner when I go back."

"Just wait for Brother Liu's words!" The three brothers said in unison.

"Happy New Year, Brother Liu!"

"Happy New Year to you three too!"