Bamboo horse, he always wants to climb on the bed

Ever since Song Nan bumped into Zhao Yihan and kissed Bai Xiaoxiao, Bai Xiaoxiao never heard from Song Nan again.

Sometimes Bai Xiaoxiao impulsively wanted to explain to Song Nan, but she opened the dialog box with her finger, but she didn't know what to explain, what was their relationship, why did she explain this matter?

Song Nan might just be busy with his studies, or Song Nan finally felt bored and didn't want to look for him anymore.

After all, he was the one who neglected Song Nan for so long.

He also said that he would not like Song Nan anymore.

But now he is the one struggling desperately.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Jiazi invited Bai Xinran and the others to have dinner at home.

Bai Xiaoxiao hasn't been there for a long time. After being divided into arts and sciences, she became busier. Although the proportion of science subjects has decreased, the homework and training of liberal arts have increased exponentially.

"Long time no see, Xiaoxiao, today Jiazi's mother made a lot of your favorite food." Li Jiazi felt close to Bai Xiaoxiao when she saw Bai Xiaoxiao.

Bai Xinran asked Li Jiazi not to spoil Bai Xiaoxiao so much, but Li Jiazi was not happy, saying that he was also his son.

Song Yu also specifically asked Bai Xiaoxiao if she was tired from studying recently, and if she had encountered any troubles.

The adults want to drink, and Bai Xiaoxiu will leave the table when he is full.

Bai Xiaoxiao wandered around by herself, and walked to the door of Song Nan's bedroom.

Putting his hand on the doorknob for a long time, Bai Xiaoxiao told himself that he just went in and took a look. After all, he had lived here for so long, and he had feelings for this bedroom.

After mentally building up for a while, Bai Xiaoxiao opened the door and went in.

The room was very dark, Bai Xiaoxiao turned on the light, and the things in the room were neatly packed.

There are many things that I can't remember normally, but once I return to a familiar place, the memory is like a spring, and it is presented in front of my eyes.

Bai Xiaoxiao lay on the bed for a while, and couldn't sleep when he was a child, so he liked to run to Song Nan's bedroom, and he didn't care if Song Nan was asleep or not, he just climbed on the bed and burrowed into Song Nan's arms.

Song Nan was always willing to pamper him, sometimes he wouldn't get angry when he was woken up, and would pat him gently, humming a soft tune.

Even though he had a desk in his bedroom, he didn't want to do his homework in his bedroom, so he would carry his small schoolbag and stick it next to Song Nan, squeezing a table with Song Nan.

Bai Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered the little note he had written to Song Nan before, thinking that he had written a "love letter" to Song Nan before, Bai Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth raised, and he couldn't help laughing. down.

Maybe Song Nan had thrown it away a long time ago, and it would be an uncomfortable thing to be confessed by himself.

Thinking of what Song Nan said before, when he grows up, Bai Xiaoxiao felt like a lump in his heart, and he was so bored.

Maybe it will be well preserved by Song Nan.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaoxiao also got off the bed and rummaged through the bookshelf.

Not on the shelf, not on the desk, not in the drawer.

nothing.

What are you thinking about.

Bai Xiaoxiao sat on the floor somewhat decadently.

His eyes accidentally glanced at the cabinet next to the bed, maybe it was in the cabinet.

Bai Xiaoxiao crawled over on her knees and opened the cabinet.

There are several boxes listed in the box according to size, and there are a few boxes that have been around for a long time, and Bai Xiaoxiao looks familiar, but he can't remember when he saw them.

Bai Xiaoxiao was a little hesitant, but still took the box out. Song Nan wouldn't know. He went through his things by himself. Even if he knew, Song Nan wouldn't be angry with him.