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Song Xinci carefully opened the curtains, the sunset glow turned the sky orange-yellow, and he could see the blue tiles of Jingcheng Mansion not far away.

This morning they returned to Yangchuan City from Zhou Cuiping's hometown. Because of the show, everyone didn't sleep well, so Song Xinci decided to take an afternoon off to let everyone have a good rest. Sleep more until now.

Behind the tatami mats is a bay window. After opening the curtains, Song Xinci sat on the bay window, leaning against the wall behind him, enjoying the infinitely beautiful sunset for a while, and picked up a book on the bay window, "The World Radio and TV Editor, Reporter, Announcer and Host Qualification Examination Outline", Song Xinci looked at Xia Yao who was still asleep, picked up the book, flipped through it, and folded the 35th page, the first few pages Under some important points, there are notes made by Xia Yao, the horizontal lines drawn by black pens, and the red pens are my own understanding.

Song Xinci put down the book, crept onto the bed, and was about to secretly kiss Xia Yao's hair, Xia Yao turned over, half-closed her eyes, half-awake and buried her head in the pillow, after a while Xiaohui, propped himself up and brushed his hair.

Song Xinci sat cross-legged on the bed with Xia Yao in his arms: "If you are sleepy, just sleep for a while."

Seeing Song Xinci by her side, Xia Yao felt a little bit unreal, felt like a dream, stretched out her hand and squeezed Song Xinci's arm, and rubbed Song Xinci's hair, the real touch made her feel Happiness surrounded like water, Xia Yao didn't speak, just lowered her head and giggled.

Song Xinci didn't make jokes like before, pressed Xia Yao's shoulder, and said sincerely: "Sister Yao, I'm sorry."

Xia Yao was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly she raised her heart, for fear that Song Xinci would say that everything yesterday was just a joke.

Song Xinci kissed Xia Yao's hair, and hugged Xia Yao: "The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television does not allow people with certain hobbies to go on TV. Sister Yao, I'm sorry, we can't continue that program. I'm sorry, let you take this time All your efforts were in vain.”

Xia Yao breathed a sigh of relief, put her head on Song Xinci's shoulder, and said, "It's just right, I don't need to memorize those materials anymore, you know, those densely packed words make my head grow big."

Song Xinci felt that Xia Yao must be more or less regretful, let go of Xia Yao, got off the bed in slippers, turned on the light and said: "Sister Yao, get up quickly, let's go to Jingcheng Mansion."

"it is good."

When Song Xinci went to the master bedroom to change clothes.

Xia Yao lay on the bedside, opened the bedside table, and took out a paper notebook. This notebook is quite old, and the cover is not as simple as it is now. It is the Eiffel Tower under the blue sky. The background is vain. On the suspension bridge, there are words in gradient colors: I turned the whole world upside down, just to straighten your reflection... It is still the Martian font that was popular in those years, with a strong non-mainstream style.

The notebook is very clean, and there is no trace of curled pages. It can be seen that the owner loves it very much.Xia Yao turned to the last few pages, unscrewed the pen, and wrote carefully and with a little joy:

Friday, May 2017, 5, the weather is good, the mood is good, for a long time in the past, I was like an astronaut who wanted to land on the moon, because the moonlight was too charming, I can no longer appreciate it For other scenery, I am ashamed, selfish, and can't help being deeply fascinated by her, but unfortunately, helplessly, I am a person who is extremely dizzy by nature. Swinging an electric swing with an amplitude of 19 meters, I am not qualified to go to the position of the cockpit. Although I can give everything for this, but I have no choice but to be born. I am born with a fear of dizziness. That is the first time I know the meaning of life , without that piece of moonlight, I think I will be unhappy for the rest of my life. I don’t believe in God, I don’t believe in the afterlife, and I can’t hold great expectations, longing for us to meet again in the next life, so I lied to myself to be detached. At that time, I liked When I went to Su Shi, the boat passed away, and the river and the sea sent the rest of my life; looking back at the bleak place, there is neither wind nor rain; his poems can bring me a little comfort, like an anesthetic applied to the wound, my life calms down, Merging into the vast sea of ​​people, becoming a passenger on the one-way train called the majority who can see the end of life at a glance, until the moonlight shines down again, that feeling is like flying into the blue sky on a dandelion, a huge The joy was so overwhelming that I didn't know what to do, it must be more than just winning the 24 million grand prize.

Saturday, May 2017th, 5, the weather is fine, the mood is good, our first real date...

When Xia Yao wrote this, Song Xinci pushed open the door, and Xia Yao was so frightened that she quickly stuffed the notebook into the quilt.

"Okay, Sister Yao, you haven't changed yet." Song Xinci walked forward with a smirk on his face, lifted the suspender nightdress all the way from Xia Yao's bare thigh with his right hand, and touched Xia Yao's skin. Back, licked his lips and said, "Since you haven't changed, then I'll help you."

Shy and embarrassing, Xia Yao took away Song Xinci's hand, pushed Song Xinci away, and said while pushing, "I'm sorry, I'll change it right away."

Song Xinci picked Xia Yao's chin, blinked his eyes: "It's not that I didn't see it, it's black." Although she said so, she backed out, closed the door, patted the door and howled ghostly, even though she gently Push to push:

"Sister Yao, what can you do if you are so shy?"

"Sooner or later we're going to have to do something shy."

"Sister Yao, I'll give you a month to adapt to life with a partner, no, a month is too long, a week at most."

……

Song Xinci complained outside, Xia Yao quickly changed her clothes, washed up briefly, picked up a pen and wrote a line in the notebook: Xinci, I love you, I will always love you.

Put the notebook away, and as soon as the door was opened, there was a big hug. Song Xinci hung on Xia Yao's body, and said through gritted teeth, "You annoying little fairy."

Today is May 5th, the Valentine's Day that has risen in recent years. The management staff of Jingcheng Mansion have also followed the trend and added a lot of installations to suit the occasion. There are red lanterns everywhere, and various businesses have also hung up lanterns and some love slogans. , There are couples holding hands everywhere.

Song Xinci took Xia Yao's hand and walked on the long street. Jingcheng Mansion retained the ancient architectural style. The streets are paved with bluestone slabs, blue bricks and white tiles. The perfect combination of classic and modern, complementing each other, is too beautiful to behold.

Passing by a snack bar, Song Xinci bought two bowls of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, and the two of them took toothpicks and ate them on the street.

"Sister Yao, look what's over there, there are so many people around." Song Xinci asked after throwing the carton into the trash can after eating.

Xia Yao also finished eating, took out a tissue, wiped Song Xinci's mouth, and then wiped her own mouth, saying: "I don't know."

Song Xinci took Xia Yao's hand: "Let's go and have a look."

It was a poetry meeting with the theme of Valentine's Day. As long as someone wrote a poem, it would be hung up. There was an old man standing inside, who seemed to know calligraphy and was the writer. There were already several poems hanging on both sides, and there were also poems and poems. Also, a circle of people around are admiring and commenting.However, not many people made poems. The old man was free, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of tea.

Inspired by Song Xinci, he took a look at Xia Yao, slapped the table and said, "Mr., the little girl is not talented, so I made a soy sauce poem, can I?"

The old gentleman smiled amiably: "Yes." Then he put down the teacup and picked up the brush: "Little girl, tell me."

There was already a circle of spectators around.

Xia Yao smiled. She was also curious about what her classmate Song, who was obsessed with elementary school idiom stories for a day, could write.

Song Xinci cleared his throat, looked at the red lantern in front of him, took two steps, and said, "I feel like Linjiang Fairy May 5 Valentine's Day."

There was applause all around.

Song Xinci went on to say: "Mandarin ducks are in pairs everywhere, one yin and one yang match. Could it be that old lady Yue is eccentric, only holding the line between men and women, and taking up all the lingering tears? For two girls, we will match up ourselves." After Song Xinci finished speaking, he dragged Xia Yao and ran away.

Only the dumbfounded old man and the crowd were left behind.

Song Xinci was still laughing after running all the way, covering his belly with one hand, and putting his hand on Xia Yao's shoulder, and his tone couldn't hide his joy: "Sister Yao, how are you? Let's go with it."

Xia Yao felt both ashamed and funny at the same time, she suppressed a smile and said, "In this way, I am also a blessed person. One day I don't want to go to work, maybe I can rely on your crooked poems to make a living."

"Speaking of this..." Song Xinci became serious, looked at Xia Yao and said, "Sister Yao, why don't you go to work at all, you can't be a host, and if you become a reporter again, you will have to travel every now and then. It's different, you have a family now, if I sleep alone every day, how lonely and empty, I'm afraid of the cold."

Xia Yao has already thought about it, they finally got together, every minute and every second is precious, life is only a few dozen years, she also wants to accompany Song Xinci, resign first, and finish writing that book at home , submit a manuscript from time to time to earn some expenses, and then make long-term plans in the future, Xia Yao thought so, and asked, "You support me."

Song Xinci nodded, originally wanted to rush over, but because there were people around, he just squeezed Xia Yao's fingers: "I'll raise you, how about it, isn't it a good feeling to be pampered by Bai Fumei. "As he spoke, he scratched Xia Yao's armpit.

Xia Yao was afraid of ticklish, stopped Song Xinci, and stepped back: "You are not humble at all in your understanding of yourself."

Song Xinci raised his eyebrows: "Sister Yao, you are ticklish." With light in his eyes, like a wolf with a big tail seeing a little white rabbit, he raised his paw and stretched towards Xia Yao.

Xia Yao stepped back and bumped into someone accidentally.

"Hey, girl, be careful when you walk."

Xia Yao turned around and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Song Xinci came up and stuck out his tongue.

After walking quietly for a while, Xia Yao looked at Song Xinci beside her and said, "Xinci, do you want to visit my house?"

"When?"

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, tomorrow."

When Song Xinci heard this, he pulled Xia Yao back and walked back: "Then what are we going to do in Jingcheng Mansion, shopping malls, does my dad have anything he likes, how about buying some donkey-hide gelatin for our mother, for grandpa Buy a box of ginseng, and buy a bracelet for grandma." As he spoke, he pulled Xia Yao's arm, and the latter smiled like a fool: "Sister Yao, don't laugh, can you give me some advice?"

Xia Yao stopped laughing and nodded: "Okay."

Song Xinci patted his heart: "I think I'm a little flustered."

"It's okay, an ugly daughter-in-law has to see her in-laws."

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