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Mi Zhiqiu's original intention of pulling Xia Xinran into the library was to give him a tree.

As a result, when I went out, it seemed that I was the one who got the gift.

As if the wind around him would bring him to run in a second, Mi Zhiqiu looked up and down again.

Then said um.

A solemn answer is sometimes the shortest syllable, such as Ido, such as um.

So Xia Xinran asked another very important question, "So what are you going to have for dinner?"

"I'm going home."

Xia Xin suddenly got such an answer.

He often gets an irrelevant answer from Mi Zhiqiu.

Xia Xinran still remembers that Mi Zhiqiu suddenly said to herself one day, "People can live without dreams."

That understatement, like a wise man who has lived to seventy and eighty, is short of making a pot of tea.

But Xia Xin didn't quite remember what kind of context it was. In short, it was a scene that had nothing to do with this sentence. The rainy season in this city is very long. It's like falling tears.

grey.

It was from then on that Xia Xin suddenly pulled together all the clues about this matter in his mind, and then secretly discovered a secret.

Mi Zhiqiu is a person with dreams.

This sentence sounds strange, like the beginning of some chicken soup text, but forgive Xia Xin's expressive ability can only be summed up to this level.

In short, this is why Xia Xin suddenly yelled on the bicycle, he wanted Mi Zhiqiu to say what he wanted frankly.

Of course, when Xia Xinran was also shouting about winter, hot pot and Lego, he hoped that Mi Zhiqiu would shout, "I want Xia Xinran!" such nasty words.

not at all.

But it doesn't matter, after all, it's by the way.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't go back to the dormitory to get anything, so he just took away the sweet potatoes that Xia Xinran bought for him at the school gate.

It's hot, and anyone who smells a little fragrance at the intersection can't help but look over.

I don't know if Xia Xinran was afraid that he would take too long on the car back, so he picked the biggest sweet potato. The browned part was so sweet that it was greasy. Ironed hot.

Seeing that Mi Zhiqiu came back early, Mi Zhiqiu's mother asked in surprise, "Why are you wearing so little? Isn't it cold at night?"

It seems that every mother feels that her children are missing one piece of clothing, and this lady who only wore skirts in winter when she was young is not exempt.

Mi Zhiqiu stretched out his hand and touched her palm, "Look, it's hot."

After checking the temperature, Mi Zhiqiu's mother probably remembered what she had just done, and showed Mi Zhiqiu two socks with different looks, "It's fine to drop one pair, but they lost one each, are you angry? "

"Hurry up and break up." Mi Zhiqiu was very ungrateful and ungrateful, and forgot that he used to get along with socks day and night.

"No." Mi Zhiqiu's mother rolled them together, "I always think they will meet again one day."

Mi Zhiqiu's father, who was sitting on the sofa making tea, couldn't help participating in the conversation, "After all, she believes that as long as you throw this one away, the other one will appear."

"Why did you come back two days early?" Mi Zhiqiu's mother ignored his teasing and asked Mi Zhiqiu.

The boiling water in the kettle was tumbling and screaming, and Mi Zhiqiu pressed his still hot palm behind his ear.

He was pushed back by some kind of excitement, and he suddenly didn't know where to start.

In the end, the person who asked the question just let it go, and Mi Zhiqiu's mother didn't intend to ask Mi Zhiqiu to answer anything at all, and ordered him to go to the kitchen to bring the fruit in the next second.

The grapes are all round, with a cyan luster.

Mi Zhiqiu squatted by the coffee table, smelling the hand cream her mother had just put on after packing up her clothes.

Mi Zhiqiu's mother has always been the most beautiful one, no matter in his primary school parent meeting, junior high school parent meeting or high school parent meeting.Her whole life seems to be simultaneously pursuing the two principles of extreme restraint and instant gratification. The former is in terms of body and skin, and the latter is in terms of money.

Money is what buys dopamine.This is the beauty of a beautiful woman.

It is precisely because of this that Mi Zhiqiu has a sense of mission since he was a child, as if he must earn a lot of money when he grows up, so that his mother can continue to be the most beautiful one.

At that time, he didn't know that it was not easy to maintain what he had now, an "ordinary" life, or he didn't know what money was at that time, and he boasted that he would give money to his mother. Buy a helicopter.

I don't know how many times this sentence was laughed at when I grew up.

An American TV series from a few years ago was broadcast on TV, and Mi Zhiqiu said suddenly and without end, "I'm not going to buy a helicopter anymore."

"You couldn't afford it in the first place." Mi Zhiqiu's mother was able to pick up this topic so naturally.

"I'm not going to look for an internship for now." Mi Zhiqiu said again.

"You weren't looking for it, were you?" Mi Zhiqiu's mother didn't take her eyes off the TV.

Mi Zhiqiu's father had just brewed the pot of tea, and handed over a cup, "Then what are you going to do before graduation?"

"I'm going to..." Mi Zhiqiu hesitated for a moment, and changed to a more colloquial way of saying, "Write something."

"That's not very good." Mi Zhiqiu's father commented.

"Yeah, you like reading so much." Mi Zhiqiu's mother agreed.

The grapes are a bit too sweet, Mi Zhiqiu wiped his fingers with a paper, "I mean, I'll try it first, if I can, I may continue to write after graduation."

Mi Zhiqiu's mother followed his words, "The full-time one?"

Mi Zhiqiu nodded.

"So can you take me around to sign sales in the future?"

This is too optimistic, Mi Zhiqiu can't keep up with the rhythm, "The probability is quite low."

This topic ended abruptly, and the plot of the TV series suddenly conflicted, and the eyes of the two people returned to the screen.

It's like there is a huge weight on your body, and you take every step carefully, but when you look back, you find that it is just a piece of ice, which has long been melted by the sun.

Mi Zhiqiu didn't receive any resistance, but he was even more unsteady. He wondered if he didn't express himself clearly.

"It's not the one with an establishment. The basic salary is lower than ordinary internships. Maybe in a few years, I will come back and find a job with undergraduates." Mi Zhiqiu, who wanted to pretend to be relaxed, suddenly wanted to The two people in front of them tensed up.

"So have you thought it through?" Mi Zhiqiu's father asked him.

Mi Zhiqiu was unable to answer this question directly in the first place.

"I'm a little worried," he said.

There are many people in this world who lie there, but jump up when others say "forget it", unwillingness is their fuel.

But Mi Zhiqiu is not, what drives him is often "to understand".

Because of this, he seems to be born with more sense of responsibility and more missions, just like any superhero before the war, he always thinks too clearly about the cause and effect, otherwise he will look forward and backward.

Even if it was his own battlefield.

For example, now, he obviously came back with an attitude of telling, but he couldn't help shrinking back, looking for answers from the other party.

Mi Zhiqiu's father didn't ask him what he was worried about, but talked about a long time ago, "Your mother and I used to have high-paying and stable jobs. At that time, although we had no house or car, we were unhappy."

"If you're not happy, let's quit together." Mi Zhiqiu's mother said.

"Yeah, now we live in a big house, so we won't starve to death no matter what." Mi Zhiqiu's father, like him, has a shallow smile when he smiles. Even if it fell out, many people still praise them exactly the same.

As if not being able to starve to death was an incredible achievement, Mi Zhiqiu's father said seriously, "You don't have to worry about us."

Dad rarely talked to Mi Zhiqiu like this. When he was a child, he seemed to be the last line of defense in the family. When it was his turn to talk to Mi Zhiqiu, it must be when the problem was more serious, and he was responsible for giving orders.

This time I have to get back to the top five, and so on.

Looking back, the last time was many, many years ago, when Mi Zhiqiu was still a child who was forbidden by law.

But now Mi Zhiqiu's father is no longer as serious as he remembered, he has become gentle, his cheeks sunken a little, and he said to Mi Zhiqiu like a friend, "How do people of our age know what they want to do? It's just being pushed forward at every step, doing what we can do at the time. Even if we don't want to, it's just another thing we can do. The word dream was invented for your generation, we don't have time No chance or thought, you ask your mother what she thought about before."

"I want to be a bus conductor." Mi Zhiqiu's mother immediately picked up.

"You see, she is just so promising." Mi Zhiqiu's father concluded his speech, "Anyway, if you do something that makes you happy in your life, you won't regret it."

There was a car passing by outside the window, the sound rolled over, and then strolled around and peeked outside the window.

After a day of tossing, sleepiness finally burped a sweet potato flavor in my stomach.

Mi Zhiqiu clapped his hands with some amusement.

"is not that right."