old lily no spring

The instructor said that learning is too lazy.A keen academic sense not only comes from the profound reading volume and thinking habits, but also from the link with the subdivided corners of society.Song Han puts two books borrowed from the library in his backpack every day, reads them within a week and writes notes or analysis on each.There were a lot fewer classes during the second year of graduate school, and she could have gone back to the dormitory, but Xiaojiu said that sometimes it was inconvenient to work overtime, so she still lent her the small house in Post and Telecommunications New Village.Song Han only went back to the dormitory to rest when there were classes.

After finishing the panel discussion at noon on Friday, Song Han purposely walked to the canteen in the North District with a parasol under her umbrella. She waited in line for a while to get the long-lost duck blood vermicelli soup and spring rolls.Just after taking a sip of the soup, a chair opposite her was pulled away, and the long-lost Bai Shuang sat in front of her with a smile, "Songhan, let alone we are still in the same university, we only meet once a year in the cafeteria."

Song Han put down the spoon with a smile, "The canteen in the North District is a bit far from my dormitory, I only come here on a whim." When He Zhilan was studying, the canteen here was their first choice.After breaking up, Songhan thought about it, in fact, Zhilan might not like to eat canteens, but just accommodated her own wallet and self-esteem.

"Me too. I usually go to the Sixth Teaching School more, so I can basically make do with Nanxiaoshi. Today, I also suddenly miss the soup dumplings here." Bai Shuang looked at a boy looking around in front of him, and suddenly waved, "Here."

Only then did Songhan discover that it was Lei Guangguang who had once supported education together.He was also taken aback when he saw Ge Hua, Ge Hua nodded and said hello, "Are you together?"

"The support teacher has been chasing me hard in the second half of the year. I think this person is stable, and his appearance is gentle and dignified. Although he has a different style from the athletic muscular man I dreamed of, I still got it." Bai Shuang glanced at him with a smile. Lei Guangming, Song Han saw the taste of passionate love.

"Song Han, which one do you like?" Bai Shuang took out a bottle of yogurt from Lei Guangguang's bottle and put it directly at Song Han's place, "Autumn Tiger is too hot, you should cool down first."

Perhaps seeing Song Han was a bit embarrassed, Lei Guangguang didn't say much, just smiled and stayed by Bai Shuang's side.

"I like sports ones..." Girl, Songhan said.The little girl is refreshed, with beads of sweat dripping from her hair, and the sunlight can shine into the skin with a blood-vessel-like translucent complexion. It would be even better if there is a tight rectus abdominis next to the mermaid line. "It's not that kind of excessive muscle feeling," Song Han said, "Don't have thick muscles, it looks greasy."

Bai Shuang and Lei Guangguang laughed at the same time, "Understood, you're thin and fleshy."

And it's not just that.Song Han felt that there was no need to explain his aesthetic points.She was dragged by Xiao Jiu to apply for a fitness card, and she didn't forget to look around in the gym when she was sweating profusely. Unfortunately, except for Xiao Jiu, she did not see a body that combines strength, slenderness, and feminine beauty.Ge Hua has, and the little bastard still has the taste of youth, tender and green.

They ate and chatted, and Songhan found out that Lei Guangguang was still in charge of the student union of the graduate school, and he was also involved in the preparations for the school's volleyball team to participate in the college student league. "Hey, there hasn't been any special basketball recruits in our school?" Bai Shuang didn't understand this aspect.

"Yeah, I've been playing volleyball, and shooting." Lei Guangguang suddenly thought of Ge Hua, "That kid we took care of when we were teaching, is he still playing basketball?"

"Yes," Song Han answered immediately, "I also won the runner-up in the middle school sports meeting early last month."

"Huh—you're promising, I'm so proud." Bai Shuang couldn't help praising, "I'll have face when I say it in the future, but that's the student I have taught."

Song Han didn't understand the face, but was disturbed by Ge Hua: the child didn't contact her much after returning home, and the news basically revolved around his studies, but Song Han seemed to have an extra "Ge Hua reaction area" in his mind. ", many times it is easy to think of her.

The spring rolls and duck blood vermicelli were too high in calories. After Ge Hua finished eating, he said goodbye to Bai Shuang and the others, and then walked to a snack street in the south area of ​​the school. There was a fruit shop there, with a large variety of cut fruits and affordable prices.Song Han, who was carrying kiwi, pineapple, and dragon fruit, wanted to go back to his residence to rest, but after a second thought, he took the bus and went home directly.

Mother probably didn't have time to cook during the working day, Song Han opened the refrigerator, and there was only milk and some vegetables in it.The other two food boxes were full of fried fish and braised beef.These are not mother's favorite flavors, but Song Han's favorite.Song Han's eyes were a little wet, she opened the box, pinched a small piece of sweet and sour fried fish and ate it, the taste was still familiar.After putting the fruit in, she packed the food box in a plastic bag and prepared to take it away.

The house is deserted, with little breath and empty space.The mother has a stubborn temper. Although Song Han has been willing to go home for dinner since last week, she has not asked her daughter when she will come back to live.Moreover, my mother has a noble temperament, and she doesn't like the old lady's social life of square dancing. She would rather watch a movie or a book at home by herself. This is how loneliness is filled to the brim in a person's life.

Even so, Song Han was still unwilling to go home.She gradually tasted the joy of living alone.At least you won't be accused of wearing only underwear () after taking a shower, no underwear set and a big T-shirt.Not to mention worrying about when the door will be pushed open, you will be worried when you look at some small pictures of love ( ).After returning to the residence, Song Han leaned against the head of the bed just like this, flipping through the borrowed autobiography of Ben Bradley, while eating the fried fish he brought home as a snack.

Xiaojiu interrupted Songhan with a WeChat message, she clicked on it with her little finger while sucking her fingers, "Sister, my friend is a WeChat businessman, I can't save face so I have to do a publicity for her, Fanfactory's Sticker wants to kill? Widow The best partner for a woman." There was a picture immediately below, Song Han looked at it for two seconds before realizing what was going on.Quickly replied, "I don't need it, so I won't buy it."

"Eh? You really aren't single anymore. Forget it, I'll send you off in my own group." Xiao Jiu said.

"Really, thank you, sister Jiu, I don't need it even if I'm single." Song Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she hurriedly told Xiao Jiu.

I shouldn't be that scumbag, although I can handle my body and emotions separately.But after breaking up with Zhilan, Song Han didn't feel any need for others.He Zhilan's "temporary breakup" is heading for nowhere.It's been almost two months, Songhan didn't speak, and Zhilan didn't look for her.Song Han is used to being a widow living alone.

Going back to the company to work overtime at night, she saw Xiao Jiu stuffing a small gift box with exquisite packaging for herself, "Isn't it because your birthday is coming up? I'll give you a gift." She looked at Song Han more and more lightly "Hey, it looks more iconic when you're thinner. It's still working in the gym. Let's continue tonight."

"Of course." Song Hanxin said that the heat from the noon meal hadn't completely evaporated.Ge Hua doesn't have to worry, she can finish six or seven dishes.She ate three plates of pasta from Pizza Hut that night by herself.

There were only her and Xiao Jiu in the conference room. Xiao Jiu opened the makeup mirror and looked at it, "When I get old, I can't hide these wrinkles." Although the company is on track, Xiao Jiu is still alone. The guy is engaged, and I tried it myself, so clever." She put away the mirror and pointed to the box in front of Song Han.

Song Han blushed a lot, "I... thank you." If his mother saw this thing at home, Song Han would not dare to imagine her expression and tone.

"Good girlfriends should share the joy." Xiao Jiu said solemnly, Song Han thought about it, and looked at her woodenly with his mouth open, "Huh?"

"In addition to going to school, you come to work here, and I feel a little sorry for delaying your personal problems." Xiaojiu likes to watch Song Han in the gym, sensual or delicate, and he will make a move whenever he has an idea. What a blessing to give Song Han this gift.

"You must try it when you go back..." Xiao Jiu told Song Han before other colleagues came in.

"Ah? Ah." Song Han just wanted to sigh.

She didn't touch that thing for a week after it was brought back to the residence.Song Han is firm that she is not a scumbag, she is because of love and sex.When it was time to work out again on Friday, Songhan was panting and working beside the low-pull trainer after running for 10 minutes.Xiao Jiu hung a towel and sat next to her. After pouring some water into her mouth, she kept nodding, "Among non-athletes, Song Han, your figure and body fat percentage are pretty good."

"That's too bad...it's far away." Song Han exhaled, trying to maintain the rhythm.

"I think a body fat rate of 15% is great for a professional athlete. How much do you know about Ge Hua?" She tapped on her phone, "She told me 13%." Ge Hua also started using WeChat, sometimes Chat with Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu opened a picture, "Here, this kid took a picture in the field, huh? Breaking corn is like taking a blockbuster movie."

That should be the photo that Ziwei took for Ge Hua. In the golden cornfield, the basketball girl who is half a head taller than the corn is too hot to work, so she tied her large T-shirt in a knot at the waist, and the sleeves are rolled up to the shoulders. , the obvious whiteness and the upper arm and the red lower arm show obvious color difference, the line between the deltoid muscle and the triceps is smooth and smooth, and the rectus abdominis is also looming.It's just that the silly expression holding the corn doesn't look like an athlete, and it can be matched with the word: the joy of a good harvest.

"Let her take a photo of her image and put it on the official website, and she will give me a picture of a farmer's sister working." Xiao Jiu zoomed in on the picture to Ge Hua's abdomen, "Tsk, the phone's pixels are not good enough."

Song Han nodded, didn't say much, and clenched the handle even harder. 13%, how many eggs did the little bastard eat?Song Han decided to buy two cans for himself.

In the cool autumn night, Songhan declined Xiaojiu to see her off after taking a shower, and took two bus stops to go home by himself.Sitting in the car, she was bored, and a few red dots on WeChat reminded her that there was news.A mother's note: I saw the fruit, remember to bring the lunch box back next time I go home.

There is another one that is Zhilan, but it only has a reminder of being withdrawn.

Do you want to ask Zhilan?Song Han didn't make up his mind when he got home. After changing into his pajamas, he glanced at Moments, and sure enough, there was the picture of Ge Hua's harvest.She poured a glass of cold water into her mouth, and suddenly felt a hot stream sticky out of her body.

Song Han glanced at the gift from Xiaojiu under the bedside table, was dumbfounded for a while, picked up the intimate companion of fanfactory, and pressed the switch, the power was quite strong.Song Han was sweating, "Be careful."

Half an hour later, Lu Songhan was lying on the bed, his mind blankly reminiscing about it.