This quick wear is a bit sweet

381 Who Am I 19
Song Shi took Xunguang's schoolbag, hung it on the handlebar of the car, and drove her to the studio.

This time he was focused on nothing, he didn't think about anything, he just tried to remember his feelings.

The path by the river has not been repaired, the ground is covered with fine gravel, the river is dark and smelly, the cold wind is raging, and it hurts people's faces.

His girlfriend is sitting behind him.

When he arrived at the painter, Zhang Yuan had already opened the door with the key and was busy in the kitchen. Zhang Wen's head finally unified the color and turned red, like a turkey.

"Brother Shi. This is it?"

He glanced at Xun Guang, took out his glasses from his pocket, put them on and looked at Xun Guang.

Song Shi glared at him, and he quickly took off his glasses, saying, "Tsk tsk, girlfriend."

Zhang Yuan poked his head out of the kitchen: "I've already made the dumplings. Let's wait and eat them. Wen, if you can't see clearly, just put them on. Why are you always putting them on and picking them off? It will have a greater impact on your eyesight."

"I can see clearly, but I don't look carefully." Zhang Wen put away his glasses. "You have seen a few dropouts wearing glasses."

Song Shi kicked him: "Get out of the way."

Zhang Wen moved his hips and got out of the sofa: "Brother Shi, why are you so cold and heartless?"

Song Shi asked Xun Guang to sit down: "So you also want to be my girlfriend?"

"No, I'm going to get the bowls and chopsticks." Zhang Wen felt guilty after being watched by Song Shi, and walked into the kitchen.

This room is not big, the combined kitchen and toilet are less than [-] square meters, four people gather around to eat in this small room, it is extremely crowded.

Sitting here, Xunguang relaxed like never before, looked at the dumplings on the plate, and suppressed a smile.

Half of the dumpling was torn, and the other half was bulging, like a big meatball when she was pregnant.

Song Shi took two intact ones for Xunguang, and Xunguang took a sip and swallowed them with great difficulty.

This skill is not as good as Li Hua's.

She glanced at Song Shi, who actually ate it expressionlessly.

And they ate a lot and quickly, the three of them finished eating the dumplings quickly, Zhang Yuan not only took care of the cooking, but also took care of the dishes, and kept the studio clean.

Song Shi sat on the ground and said, "Zhang Yuan, come, take this."

In his hand was a hundred-dollar bill.

"Why?" Zhang Yuan wiped his hands, very puzzled.

"I'll pay you, otherwise I'm afraid that my girlfriend will think I'm not a good person and will exploit you."

"roll."

Turkey-headed Zhang Wen pulled out this hundred-yuan bill: "My brother's is mine, Brother Shi, thank you."

Zhang Yuan slapped him bitterly, and grabbed his collar: "Go back and deal with you."

Zhang Wen was forced to stand up, and greeted Xunguang cordially, and was dragged out while waving his hands. What was even more amazing was that Zhang Yuan was dragging Zhang Wen with one hand, and even carried a bag of garbage with the other hand.

Song Shi closed the door, looked at the silly Xun Guang on the sofa, and gently touched her face.

"Can I do something bad?"

Xun Guang's face suddenly turned red, reaching the roots of his ears.

Song Shi held her face in his hands, feeling that no matter how much he looked at her, he couldn't get enough of it. The light-seeking breath seemed to plant a seed in his heart, soaring in his heart anytime and anywhere, enveloping his whole body .

Lips and teeth intersected, his brain was blank every minute and every second, and after a long time, he let go of his trembling hand and hurriedly went to the toilet.

Xunguang also felt dry and hot, she lowered her head, put out the math problems in a panic, and began to review her homework.

Every second spent in this studio is tender and beautiful. Time elongates here, and the memory is particularly deep, engraved into her life.

When Song Shi came out, Xunguang was already endorsing the book.

He laughed, turned on his phone and glanced at the message from Zhang Yuan.

"AES International Cup Competition Notice".

"Brother Shi, I signed up for you. In the group of 15-19 years old, I gave you a painting to hang in the coffee shop in the preliminary round. Passed!"

Song Shi typed two words and refused to send. Before he clicked to send, he glanced at Xunguang and saw her engrossed in reading, his heavy heart suddenly summoned up a little courage.

Just once, try it once, maybe I can fly once with her wind and escape from this huge cage.

He deleted the word "can't go" and typed an OK. When he clicked send, he felt his hands trembling.

Zhang Yuan quickly sent a message.

"Send the final entries before February 2, there is still a month to go, is it too late?"

"no problem."

"Work hard, I checked online, if you win this competition, you can be specially recruited into the Academy of Fine Arts."

"Thank you."

"Just say thank you and I'll see you. Next time you go to my store, don't order plain water, just thank me."

Song Shi put away his phone and stood in front of the easel.

He already knew which painting he was going to send to the competition.

The time for painting passed quickly. When the alarm clock rang, Song Shi put down his brush and helped Xunguang put away the book: "I'll see you off."

"It's too late," Xunguang glanced at the time, "It's already nine o'clock."

Song Shi carried his schoolbag and said with a smile, "Are you afraid that someone will rob me of my wealth or my sex?"

Xunguang thought about it seriously: "I'm afraid."

Song Shile said, "I'm afraid too."

It was late at night outside, the weather was wet and cold, and people's faces were numb from the cold. Song Shi put Xunguang's hands in his pockets and covered them. The two of them walked on the long embankment, with smiles on both faces. meaning.

"Xiao Xun, can I carry you on my back?"

Song Shi stopped suddenly and looked earnestly at Xunguang.

"Ah," Xunguang was stunned, "I'm not tired."

The system couldn't stand it anymore. It felt that these two people were worse than children when they fell in love. They were just two fools. It decided not only to find study materials, but also to find some love manuals for Xun Guang to read.

"I watch TV, and the male protagonists in it especially like to carry their lovers, and I want to carry you too."

Song Shi put the schoolbag on Xunguang's back, and squatted down by himself.

Xun Guangxiao narrowed his eyes, carefully laying on Song Shi's back.

Song Shi, with her back on his back, was also smiling, but there was a bit of heaviness in this smile.

He felt that there was a cloud on his back, lightly, as if it was about to float away at any time, and he was afraid, afraid that he would be trapped in the mud and would pull down this cloud as well.

But no matter what, as long as Xun Guang needs him, he will be by her side.

The two walked slowly across the embankment until they reached a place with street lights, and Song Shi finally put down the light.

"Am I heavy?" Xunguang rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "I haven't weighed myself."

Song Shi covered his waist, panting deliberately: "Broken waist, you almost lost your boyfriend."

Xunguang's shyness disappeared in an instant, he threw himself on his back, put his arms around his neck, and said, "Now, did he die on the spot?"

"Ha, don't move," Song Shi grabbed her hand, "I'm ticklish."

The two laughed together and stopped laughing. Song Shicai grabbed Xunguang's hand and said, "I'll send you here. You are a good student. I can only be the man behind you, but I have one thing to remind you."

Xunguang looked at him seriously, and said, "What's the matter?"

Song Shidao: "Your boyfriend's birthday is February 2th, please prepare a birthday present, and don't fool me."

"Ah," Xun Guang said, "Are you asking me for a gift?"

Song Shi nodded: "Yes, I'm asking my girlfriend for a birthday present."

Xunguang smiled and said, "What about my birthday?"

"Let me see," Song Shi turned on the phone and opened the chat history with He Yuanyuan, "How long is my girlfriend's birthday?"

(End of this chapter)