Look at each other, smile and warm [GL]

Song Qing's jaw was bleeding. On the way back, Xu Jiao was pushing the bicycle, and the chain broke. She put it directly in the basket, and slowly pushed it back. After taking two steps, she turned her head and looked at Song Qing, and saw her chin The last blood clot made me startled.

"Song Qing, Song Qing, your chin... Your chin is bleeding."

Compared to her fuss, Song Qing glanced at her lightly, "I know, you will heal if you find out later."

Xu Jiao waved her fingers, she was at a loss for words for a moment, she didn't speak anymore, and after walking for a while, she couldn't help but said: "You'd better take some medicine, bear with it, or you will leave marks if you catch it."

Song Qing still responded lightly, not taking it seriously at all.

"Will uncle talk about the fight just now?"

Song Qing reached into his pocket and found a piece of mint, stuffed it in his mouth, "No, am I helping you?"

Xu Jiao nodded and whispered, "Thank you."

Song Qing glanced at her, smiled, then concealed his expression, and said impatiently: "Can you push it faster, I'm about to starve to death."

Hearing this, Xu Jiao hurried up, "There seems to be something wrong with the car, the rear wheel seems to have been knocked crooked."

Song Qing looked down, "It's a bit."

"Can you fix it?" Xu Jiao looked at her, she shook her head, "Why fix it yourself, this car is insured."

Xu Jiao was taken aback, "Bikes are also insured?"

"Do you think it costs a hundred yuan on the street?" Song Qing looked at her with some distaste, "No warranty or damage, why buy it?"

Xu Jiao is really ignorant. This is the first time she knows that bicycles are also insured.

There was no one at home, so Xu Jiao and Song Qing had dinner at home, Dad Song came back at night, Song Jie and Ms. Wu were in the cram school.

The housekeeper estimated that there were only two of them, and they didn't cook much, so he fried a steak and pasta for each of them. Xu Jiao looked at the top-quality beef. Stretching out his hand, Song Qing suddenly said, "Cut it off for her."

Before Xu Jiao could grab the plate, the butler took it away and was immediately disappointed, "Isn't it just a steak?"

Song Qing raised her eyebrows, and put her share in front of her, "Then please cut it up for me, I'll fight for you today, isn't it hard work?"

Xu Jiao picked up the knife and fork, and started cutting while looking at the scene on TV. The sound of rubbing plates echoed in the restaurant. Song Qing held her chin and looked away, eyes full of helplessness.

The butler came over with the cut ones. Xu Jiao felt like she was sawing wood, she had a toothache, she stepped forward and said with a smile, "Give it to me, Miss Xu, Miss Song is just joking with you."

Xu Jiao immediately pushed it to her angrily, and took her own. Song Qing smiled, took her own plate, grasped the knife and fork with her slender fingers, and slowly cut the beef. She slowly cut them into pieces, with neat edges, one bite at a time, which was better than the butler's. Xu Jiao couldn't help but look at the few pieces left on her plate, each piece was cut a bit small.

Song Qing tasted it, and her expression was not very good, Xu Jiao secretly licked the corner of her mouth, what's wrong?Unappetizing?It's delicious.

Seeing that Xu Jiao was eating fast, the butler brought some pasta.

Song Qing put down the fork, got up and poured the beef from the bowl on her face, "I don't like old beef very much."

Xu Jiao couldn't wait for it, so she mixed the beef with a fork and muttered, "The mouth is so sticky."

The housekeeper hurriedly followed, "Then shall I cook you a bowl of egg noodles?"

"Help me fry some fish." Song Qing didn't turn her head back, Xu Jiao bit her face, didn't Song Qing eat too little?Seeing herself eating so much, she suddenly felt a little shy. Fortunately, the housekeeper didn't have time to look at her. She finished eating quickly, wiped her mouth and went up.

I went back to my room and lay down for a while, but I didn't fall asleep. I heard Song Qing talking on the phone outside.

intermittent.

"...What's wrong with you in your house? Isn't it just that grandpa doesn't want to see you, do your parents quarrel? How can there be any grievances in our house, guests blocking your eyes?"

Xu Jiao listened for a while with her eyes closed, and guessed who the caller was, and she was inseparable, probably Song Lu.

I don't know why Song Qing went to the balcony to say, was she afraid that Xu Jiao wouldn't know?

Xu Jiao turned over, covered her ears, and fell asleep when she couldn't hear.

When she got up in the afternoon, Xu Jiao went to the balcony in a daze, stretched herself, looked down from the top, and was suddenly startled.

Song Qing was in the garden below, wearing a water-blue shirt with sleeves rolled up, holding a water hose to water, almost half of her body was wet, the sun drew a small rainbow beside her wet hair, she was fair Her skin was sticking to the texture of the shirt, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. The whole body was surrounded by water and sunlight. She raised her head and flicked her ponytail, tidied up the water pipe, and the water droplets slowly flowed along the texture of her skin. Pass.

She glanced at the rows of saplings over there, wiped her forehead, turned and entered the living room.

Xu Jiao didn't come back to her senses for a long time. Looking at the sun shining on the water drops in the grass, her heart skipped a beat. Her face was hot. She covered her face and went back to the room, probably because she was drowsy.

She patted her face, sat down on the desk, and was about to do her homework.

The author has something to say: No, no, I’m too sleepy, so I’ll keep it short today, and I’ll write when I come back tonight.