This quick wear is a bit sweet

387 Who Am I 25
Xunguang took out the green pepper and dried tofu and started to rinse.

"Xiao Xun."

"Ok?"

Xunguang turned around in a daze, and Song Shi snapped her down quickly with a click. The hand that was looking for light under the running water was white and slender, with two green thorns, like a brightly colored oil painting.

The entire face of Xun Guang was not photographed. The collarbone was very eye-catching, and then there was the slender neck, pointed chin and bright red lips.

He tweeted.

The end of the month of painting: cooking with kittens get, 100/1
Accompanied by the photos just taken.

"The outdated Internet celebrity became famous by showing affection, ah, the kitten's temptation is perfect, I love it."

"Suddenly there are more than [-] fans who came to eat dog food. I want to interview you what you think."

"I found that my little brother with a full score of artistic cells is not very good at dating, and he is actually doing the [-] things that couples must do."

"You are not old-fashioned, but do you have a partner!"

"One object.jpg."

Song Shi put away his phone and watched Xunguang skillfully chop up the vegetables, even the garlic, and even found some meat and shredded it.

He hugged Xunguang from behind.

"Sir, there doesn't seem to be anything more to do."

Xun Guang immediately put down the kitchen knife: "Sir, please, I will observe the heat, shoveling skills, and a little salt, sir. I can also taste the food when the time is right."

"Good soldier, please watch the commander play."

After 10 minutes passed, the two veteran cooks were lost in thought while looking at the burnt dish.

System: "You can get tired of cooking any dish. Forget it, if you cook it yourself, you will be blamed for whatever you cook."

The dried fragrant sticks on the plate were straight and stuck together with the green peppers, as if they were really crying out for injustice.

Xunguang and Song Shi looked at each other, couldn't help laughing, and finally decided to eat instant noodles.

This time, in order to ensure that the instant noodles would not complain, Song Shi drove Xunguang out and made instant noodles himself.

After eating the instant noodles, Song Shi put on his clothes and was about to leave. He looked at the time and insisted on sending him across the embankment at nine o'clock.

The night wind was very cold, and the snow flakes fell on the faces of the two of them. In the darkness, the expressions of the two of them were extremely relaxed.

"Xiao Xun, what do you want to do in the future?"

"Psychological counseling, how about you?"

"I never thought about it," Song Shi glanced at Xunguang's bright eyes, "Maybe I don't want to do anything."

Without an audience, nothing is applauded, meaningless.

Some people can't even allow him to appear on the list of excellent grades. It is best for him to disappear from the crowd and become a blurred person. When he goes to work, he will be submerged in the crowd.

All the youthful turmoil and all the dreams were sunk in his heart, and he never mentioned them again.

"I like your painting," Xunguang held his hand. "Although you know many things, I like your painting the most. You will definitely become a world-class painter."

Song Shi's heart was a little turbulent.

Will he?
Maybe will.

If he can win the prize in this competition and get a ticket to the highest school, maybe his life can also be changed, and he can hold it in his own hands.

"I like painting," Song Shi said with difficulty, "Photographs are facts, but paintings are dreams. Your thoughts, emotions, emotions, and things you can't say or do can all be left on the paintings. It's illusory. The real thing, and the most real thing, is the human heart.”

"Song Shi," Xun Guang held his hand tightly: "Look forward, go forward, and come with me."

Song Xun turned his head and held Xunguang instead: "Together."

The two young figures walked forward firmly in the snow. The world was so dark, but the lights in each other's hearts illuminated the long cold night.

That night, Xunguang slept very deeply, and she didn't have a dream.

She was woken up the next morning by a knock on the door.

Song Dynasty?

She glanced at her phone, it was six in the morning.

Song Shi wouldn't get up so early, she opened the door, and He Yuanyuan, whose face was flushed from the cold, rushed in, followed by Song Shi, who was full of helplessness.

"Xiao Xun! What's the matter? I can't get through to you, your mother is looking for you everywhere, and the police say you can't reveal your affairs. I'm afraid of reprisals. I'm dying of anxiety!"

He Yuanyuan pulled Xunguang to look left and right, and found nothing wrong with her, so she breathed a sigh of relief and slapped Xunguang hard.

"Those people didn't do anything to you. You are so anxious to death."

There was a crying tone in the words, and the eyes were red.

Xun Guang patted her and said, "I'm fine. Don't worry, Song Shi has made arrangements."

In her entire life, she was the only friend who would take time out of her busy schedule to ask her how she was doing when she locked herself in the room.

Only she takes care of her fragile self-esteem, and she has been friends for 20 years.

He Yuanyuan gave Song Shi a hard look: "I knew you had kidnapped my obedient Xiao Xun. If you dare to do anything to her, I can't spare you!"

Song Shi quickly raised his hands to show that he had done nothing.

"Sit down, I brought breakfast."

He Yuanyuan said: "You guys eat, I am losing weight, so I won't eat breakfast."

Xunguang pressed her and said: "No, you must eat breakfast, just eat less."

Song Shi took out the steamed buns and poured them hot milk, one cup for each.

He Yuanyuan was pressured to eat two steamed buns and a glass of milk. She stood up as if facing an enemy and refused to sit down. She watched Song Shi clean up the dishes and wash the dishes quietly with Xunguang, while Xunguang Light's gaze is also softer than ever before.

All the thorns on her body were put away.

Song Shi gave her a sense of security, freed her from fear, and arranged everything.

She looked at it for a while, and then couldn't help but look in the mirror, looking at the baby fat on her face and worrying.

At the same age, why do Song Shi and Xun Guang not have baby fat?

She didn't sit down until half an hour later, when Xunguang and Song Shi cleaned up the house.

"Xiao Xun, the teacher in charge said that you transferred to another school. Is it true? Your grades were transferred away in Experiment [-], isn't it?"

Xunguang said: "Why would the head teacher say this?"

She thought that with such a big incident, the homeroom teacher should suppress any news about her.

"She uses you as a positive example every day. When we went back to get our winter vacation homework, she said it ten times."

"What about me?" Xunguang asked in a low voice.

He Yuanyuan was taken aback, and said: "I have everything to say. You and Song Shi know everything about it. Don't worry about it. Those people just have nothing to do and are jealous of your good grades. Don't worry about them."

Song Shi interrupted He Yuanyuan's flustered words: "Didn't you say you brought her something?"

"Ah," He Yuanyuan hurriedly brought her schoolbag over, "I almost forgot, even though you have transferred to another school, I still got your homework for this winter vacation, remember to give me a reference when you finish it."

"Thank you," Xunguang took over the heavy homework, and after a moment of silence, he said, "My mother, did I look for you?"

"Ah, yes, you were looking for me. I said I didn't know where you were, and she, she left."

As He Yuanyuan said, she unconsciously wrapped her clothes around her belt.

"I'm sorry." Xunguang knew she was lying at a glance. Li Hua was not someone she could dismiss with just one word. He Yuanyuan didn't need to tell her. She also knew that Li Hua must have been messing around in her house for a long time.

Maybe he even said a lot of outrageous things.

What she brings to her friends is always trouble.

(End of this chapter)