Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui's heart was pounding under his skin. He knew that the other party was coaxing him, but he was still coaxed. The turbulent sadness turned into a dazed bewilderment. Could the three-month relationship be so hot?

But the other party didn't show his weakness but comforted himself. He suppressed the confusion in his heart and wanted to hold on to the person in front of him forever, just like He Shanting once held on to himself.

The boy buried his head in the opponent's arms and refused to come out. He hugged the opponent's waist tightly, like a fox cub hooking someone with its tail.

In the end, He Shanting took away the clingy boy.

"If you don't let go, it's domestic violence."

Song Zui walked out of the hospital in embarrassment at this time, when he suddenly heard the sound of clanging and knocking, he was led by He Shanting and turned his head to see a small stall.

The grey-haired grandmother is sitting on a wooden bench selling maltose, breaking large pieces of maltose into small white balls, and the sweetness can be smelled from a distance.

Song Zui suddenly wanted to eat maltose, he broke free from He Shanting's hand, walked over to buy a small bag, and ate a piece as soon as he got it.

He thought that he would not get used to it if he hadn't eaten for a long time, but he tasted the sweetness that filled his mouth with satisfaction, so sweet that he squinted his eyes, and after eating one piece, he wanted to eat another piece.

He Shanting raised his chin and asked the boy who was taking out the next piece.

"Can you give it to me?"

Unexpectedly, Song Zui seemed to be afraid that he would snatch it, and put the candy he just took out into a brown paper bag. He looked at the boy who was protecting the food and laughed, but the next second the boy handed over the whole bag of maltose.

There is only myself in those clean eyes.

He wanted to hide Song Zui so that no one would know, but he also hoped that Song Zui's future would be brighter than anyone else's, so he just kissed the boy on the chin.

Snowflakes floated from the sky, falling on Song Zui's jet-black hair like little sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. He held the kraft paper bag in his hand and raised his head to kiss.

It was an extremely sweet kiss, I don't know if it was because of the sweet taste left in his mouth, or because the person who kissed him seriously was He Shanting.

Humans always fall in love with the same things over and over again. He liked maltose when he was five years old. He hasn't eaten it for a long time. He still likes it today.

No matter how sweet it is, it is not greasy.

Just as the 24-year-old He Shanting and the 21-year-old He Shanting are completely different people, but the tenderness in their bones is the same. For him, He Shanting is the malt candy he always likes when he goes around.

He suddenly wanted to tell the other party that he was the one who was rescued, but he didn't know how to say it, so he could only squeeze and then squeeze the maltose bag in his hand.

Song Zui believes that all things in the world have laws, and his job is to find out the inner laws, so he organized a seminar during the holiday.

Wu Zhen was flattered when he received the invitation to the symposium. As expected, he was a top student who wanted to study and study during his vacation. Not to mention what constructive contributions he could make, as a scumbag, it would be great if he could understand the content of the symposium.

He was ready to listen to the scriptures and walked to the drink shop next to the school gate, but Song Zui sent him an emotional questionnaire.

01: What should I do if the person I've dated for three months is an annoying kid from the past?

02: If you were the other party, would you tell the truth?

03: Please provide your other insights on the situation.

……

Wu Zhen rubbed his eyes and almost thought he was wrong. Is this a topic that Song Daxue will discuss?If you want to discuss it, you shouldn't look for him who is single!

Song Zui sat calmly in the middle of the table. He planned to extract special laws from the general laws, and use the method of investigation to determine whether to confess or not, how cleverly to confess.

Looking at the questionnaire, Wu Zhen didn't quite understand the definition of obnoxiousness, so he raised his hand and asked, "Can you give me an example of obnoxiousness?"

The definition of the word annoying is indeed not clear, but Song Zui thinks that he is in the ranks of being particularly annoying, otherwise why would He Shanting only remember him as a short-tempered little man.

Song Zui thought for a while before answering.

"Like smashing your computer."

Song Zui looked at Feng Siwen who also raised his hand: "For example, you poured water on your oven."

The atmosphere in the drink shop gradually became anxious, and everyone couldn't help but ask in unison: "If we don't break up, why don't we keep it for the New Year?"

Song Zui: ...

Okay, no need to ask later, he suppressed his fire and ordered a cup of milk tea for everyone, and left the beverage shop with a blank expression.

The short 10-minute journey from the beverage store to home, the curly-haired boy sucked the pearls in the milk tea and walked for half an hour.

He struggled between concealment and confession, and finally decided to give the answer to God's will. He was going to calculate the physics problem. If the last digit was an odd number, he would conceal it, otherwise he would confess.

Song Zui opened his schoolbag and took out the pen and paper. For the sake of fairness, he randomly turned to a page of the exercise book.

It's a simple mechanics problem.

He usually calculates a mechanics problem at a speed of 10 minutes, but today he calculated it for 10 minutes, and the final result is 72346.78.

God damn it for him to confess.

Despite Song Zui's reluctance, he still walked to the door of the house. On the way home, he felt relieved, which may be similar to the sudden relief of a condemned prisoner.

He Shanting looked at the documents casually on the sofa, the young man walked over to the man and sat down, his face was written all over I have a secret, come and ask me.

He Shanting glanced at him and continued to approve the documents.

Song Zui didn't want to confess at first, but because the opponent's ignorance made him want to win, he patted the cat hair off the sofa, very deliberately making a movement to express "ask me, ask me."

Under the cat hair all over the sky, He Shanting had to put down the file and look at the boy.

"What do you want me to ask?"

Hearing the other party's question, Song Zui put down the dying sofa, sat up straight with deep brows and eyes, and took a deep breath as if asking for a thousand words.

"You may not believe this matter. In fact, I didn't believe it before. I advise you to be mentally prepared."

Song Zui didn't know if the other party would believe it. After all, their reunion was too coincidental. The coincidence was so unbelievable that he squeezed his hands and confessed when he saw the man nodding his head.

"I am the person you saved back then."

Because he spoke too fast, he almost called himself that little white-eyed wolf, and he was ready for the other person to stand up in shock.

Unexpectedly, the expected surprise did not appear, he looked at He Shanting who didn't raise his eyes and couldn't help asking: "Why aren't you shocked?"

Maybe because he forgot to react due to shock and anger, the little white-eyed wolf sat on the sofa reservedly and waited, but it was He Shanting who waited, rubbing his furry head and speaking in a warm voice.

"Baby, I'm not blind."