This quick wear is a bit sweet

373 Who Am I 11
The system started to play the English broadcast, trying to distract the light-seeking.

Xunguang didn't say anything, didn't say or don't listen, just walked like that, until it was dark, and then came back to his senses, and arrived at the sightseeing trail where he first saw Song Shi.

She lay on the railing and looked at the smelly, dark river below.

A voice sounded behind her: "It seems that this place is a secret base for the two of us."

Looking back, Xun Guang saw Song Shi stamping out the cigarette butt on the ground behind him.

"It's so late, it's not safe."

Xunguang didn't speak, but turned his head away. In the darkness, the tears that he suppressed burst out of his eyes again because of this gentle voice.

The night wind was icy, and it was icy on her face. Tears flowed across her face, but she quickly held back them.

Next to her, Song Shi was lying on the railing like her, "This river is dirty. Don't let your mind wander and jump down."

It's what Xunguang said when they first met.

Seeking light is silent.

Song Shi said: "Is it Su Jianguo's business? Don't pay too much attention to it. Not all family ties should be treated grandly. Just treat them like a fart."

Xunguang laughed, and looked sideways at Song Shi, his eyes were washed by tears and were extraordinarily bright.

"In Song Dynasty, Su Jianguo was thorns, stones, and sharp knives, laid on the road, but I can't be tripped by him, right? Even if I'm the only one in this world, I have to go to the place where there is light!"

Song Shi was almost fascinated by it, and said softly, "Yes."

She is lonely and brave, even if the gun is aimed at her, she will move forward without hesitation!

He couldn't help but take out a cigarette and light it, covering his eyes with the smoke so that he wouldn't be burned by the gaze.

He suddenly remembered a poem by Haizi.

"She came, intermittently, her clean feet were covered with cool dew, and she was a little melancholy.

Looking at the house made of mud and grass, looking at her father, she parted her black hair with her hands, and a branch of wild peach blossom was inserted obliquely, silently, and who gave the other branch to, but no one asked.

Spring is the wind, autumn is the moon, and when I realize it, she has gone to another place, where the fence after the rain is like a blue stream. "

He didn't say anything, and couldn't say anything, and finally stood silently for a long while.

After half an hour, he looked at the time and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Xunguang nodded, calmed down, and followed him back slowly.

Song Shi didn't send her to the community. He stopped at the intersection and watched her cross the road and enter the community before turning around and leaving.

When Xunguang went back, the farce in the house had subsided, and the neighbors were still chatting outside in twos and threes.

"Hey, Su Xun is back, isn't he hurt?"

Xunguang silently passed through this group of adults.

"Oh, isn't it just studying in No. [-] Middle School, there is no manners at all, and reading is stupid."

"Don't say that. It's so pitiful. You're making such a fuss and you don't even know if you can get into college or not."

"If you pass the exam, you won't get money to study."

The night is getting darker and darker, and these gossips dotted the night, making people even more depressed.

When she returned home, the gunpowder smoke inside had subsided, and Li Hua was still crying. She glanced at Xun Guang and cursed: "I raised you for nothing, and I didn't know how to help your mother, so I knew I ran for my life."

Xunguang didn't make a sound, she stood and listened to the movement, and after confirming that Su Jianguo was not at home, she got into the room and closed the door.

The lock had already been broken by Su Jianguo.

Still feeling uneasy, she took out the knife and placed it in front of her.

The system said: "Your face was scratched. Do you want some medicine?"

Xunguang touched his face, there was still a little blood, but it was not serious.

Just as I was thinking about whether to wash it, two beeps suddenly came from the dilapidated mobile phone.

Who will text her?
She opened WeChat and took a look. Because her phone was too old, it took a while to load before she saw a friend request.

"I'm Song Shi."

A gray avatar with nothing but color, and his name is himself.

With trembling fingers, she cautiously poked an agreement.

How Song Shi knew her wechat was out of her scope of thinking, she even thought Song Shi should know.

"You've added Duanyue for painting, now you can start chatting."

She looked at the interface that appeared, typed "Hello" in the input box, and then deleted it. She chose a smiley emoji, but it was inevitable that she would be suspicious of it.

After hesitating for a long time, nothing was sent.

The system feels blind.

Before she could figure out what to send, the message on the other side suddenly appeared in the blank chat history.

Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, the feeling of suffocation in her heart also disappeared, and she exhaled smoothly.

"I'm Song Shi. Don't get water on the wound on your face, and don't rub iodine on it. The color will turn darker. Call me if you need anything."

Looking at this long message, Xunguang smiled like a fool for 3 minutes.

After laughing, she found the small note Song Shi gave her and saved Song Shi's number in her phone.

Song. Superman. Time.

Song Shi was her life-saving straw, the impetus for her to move forward, and the gasoline necessary for the car to drive.

Soon, the information came in again.

"Want to run tomorrow, I'll wait for you."

"Ah."

"Don't eat, it's easy to have a stomachache."

"Ah."

Holding the mobile phone for another 3 minutes, she started reading. She had to seize the opportunity of the final exam.

Song Shi looked at the two "hmm" in the studio, stretched his waist, and looked at a sketch he had drawn.

There is only one profile on it, but it can be seen at a glance that it is Xunguang, with that stubborn look, short flying hair, vivid and fresh, buzzing in his decadent world.

He took a picture, only the eyes were screenshotted, and posted it on his Weibo.

Huahua Duanyue: "I picked up a little wild cat."

Also included a smiley face.

His few fans started to speculate on the identity of this wild cat.

"Oh my god, my little brother finally showed up. If you don't show up again, fans will have to raise funds to find him."

"Hands, clap your hands."

"Let's pat the legs too."

"Let's look for the key point. The key point is who is the person in this painting, is it his girlfriend? Little wild cat, Ah Wei is dead."

"It's possible, this is the first time my little brother has uploaded a portrait."

Song Shi looked at the comments and laughed.

When he is bored, he will post some photos and paintings of his life on it, and he also has a group of young fans.

It's just that the portrait was uploaded for the first time. I don't know why, but he just wanted to let people see that there is such a shining person in such a dark place.

"Ah," he exited Weibo and looked at the time. It was already ten o'clock. "I can't stay up late. I have to get up early tomorrow."

This was the first time since he came here that he went to bed early and slept so soundly, as if something in his boring and empty life had finally been captured by him.

Early the next morning, the system woke up Xun Guang and complained that Xun Guang had no use here and could only be used as an alarm clock.

Xunguang no longer loves it, and only studies and Song Shi in his mind.

Xunguang said that it is not possible, at least it needs its cooperation for learning.

(End of this chapter)