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The process of Fang Yichuan's selection of books was not smooth. He was tall and ranked at the end of the class. Those interesting and novel books were all selected. He could only take the Lu Xun Collection, a hard-shelled and thick book.

Xin Wan's figure was easy to find. He was sitting in a corner with a book spread out in front of him. The autumn sunshine filled the room. Fang Yichuan stepped on the sunlight and walked over, sat next to him. His favorite book is "Dream of Red Mansions".This made Fang Yichuan proud for a while, thinking that Xin Wan hadn't picked his favorite book either.

The reading class at two o'clock in the afternoon always makes people drowsy. The reading room is so quiet that there are only breathing and the sound of flipping books. Fang Yichuan hides his face behind the hard shell and asks in a low voice: "What did you do when you took leave in the morning? The teacher said you are sick."

"Not sick," Xin Wan lay on the table and looked at him sideways, not interested in "Dream of Red Mansions", "I have business."

"Cut, what's the business?" Fang Yichuan reached out to touch his forehead, "You have a fever."

Xin Wan avoided his hand, pretending to be sullen, "You have a fever."

In the psychological consultation room at noon, Shen You gave him a hypnotic perception test.

The specific process is very vague, and there is a vague image in his mind. For a while, he seemed to be carrying a barbell, and for a while he was holding a heavy shot put. Finally, Shen You let him take a nap on the bed, and rubbed his hair and praised him for a good job.

This compliment reminded Xin Wan of his grandma.It’s been a long time since anyone praised him. The teachers in the school didn’t care about him, and Song Heng didn’t like to talk. Before, his grandmother often praised him, saying that he was “tall and thin” and that “I, Suncuner, are the most handsome.” Xin Wan's face turned red when he heard it, but it was very helpful.

"Then do you want the notes from this morning's class? I'll lend you a copy."

Xin Wan nodded hurriedly, and buried her head behind the book: "Do you want to come to my house to watch the dog?"

Fang Yichuan was pleasantly surprised: "Is your dog cured?"

"Okay." The sun was too glaring, Xin Wan squinted her eyes, and whispered, "Are you coming?"

Fang Yichuan couldn't help raising his voice: "Come on!"

The reading teacher knocked on the table twice with the teaching pole, and said in a serious tone, "Quiet!"

For the rest of the time, they communicated on toilet paper—no way, the draft paper was gone, and if there wasn’t an idle pen on the table, maybe they could only write like the ancients by biting their fingers.The time to watch football is set on this Sunday, because only Sunday is sunny on weekends.

Fang Yichuan seemed to be in a very happy mood, and said that he would bring him Oden on Sunday, at least ten yuan.

During the narrow gap between Thursday and Sunday, Xin Wan received a call. Almost as soon as the voice came out, Xin Wan's hand shook, the phone fell to the ground, and he hung up the phone in a panic.It was a call from a reporter who said "I'm sorry", but I didn't hear it clearly afterward.

Xin Wan only said it when Song Heng came home for dinner at night.

"Never mind." Song Heng was not surprised, and said calmly, "Just block the number."

"They told me 'sorry'..."

Song Heng looked up at him: "You want to forgive them?"

"No." Xin Wan hurriedly shook her head, unconsciously clenched her chopsticks, and whispered, "I just want to know why they suddenly apologized to me, it feels very strange."

It was a few weeks ago that the reporter was sent to the police station. On the 1500th, he was detained very quickly, and he was fined another [-] yuan. Xin Wan was not told about this.Originally it was necessary to apologize in person, but Song Heng also refused on Xin Wan's behalf, and it was expected that he would call to apologize.

"Don't worry about them, they won't call back later," Song Heng lowered his eyes, "Let's eat."

Song Heng's tone was very firm - that's how he is, he can always give people a sense of security, Xin Wan responded, calmed down, looked up at him secretly, and suddenly thought, if grandma is cured at this time, he might not be willing to leave .

The weather forecast was accurate, and it was cloudy on Saturday.

Xin Wan thought of his grandma's legs, and went to the study to find Song Heng: "Brother, can I call my grandma?"

Song Heng wore a pair of glasses with gold wire frames. He paused: "Your grandma needs to rest."

"Is it okay to make a phone call?" Xin Wan leaned against the door frame, "I miss her."

Song Heng quickly refused: "Not yet."

Xin Wan's expression dropped down to the naked eye, and she said "oh" very softly. Just as she was about to leave, Song Heng stopped him in a strange way, and asked, "I'm going to make shaved ice tomorrow, do you want to eat it?"

Xin Wan's eyes lit up: "Shaved ice!"

"We can do it together." Seeing his expression, Song Heng breathed a sigh of relief, "If you want, you can add—"

"Then if Fang Yichuan comes tomorrow, can you make an extra serving?"

Song Heng paused: "He wants to come tomorrow?"

"Yes, we have an appointment tomorrow."

If you throw it out, you can never take it back, Song Heng lowered his head again: "Yes, you can go out and watch TV first."

Xin Wan's attention was not focused, and he was easily distracted. He just forgot about a few trivial things for a while. He was lying in the cabinet in the living room looking for a DVD, thinking about what movie to watch with Fang Yichuan tomorrow.

When Fang Yichuan came on Sunday, they were having breakfast.

Qiuqiu has been very clingy to Song Heng recently, maybe Song Heng gave him a bath before.The first thing he does when he wakes up every morning is wagging his tail, knocking open Song Heng's bedroom door, and screaming shyly and enthusiastically.They always stick to Song Heng's trouser legs when they eat breakfast, waiting anxiously for Song Heng to throw a piece of bacon down.

Xin Wan who was left out in the cold: "..."

The world is impermanent.

As soon as there was a knock on the door, Xin Wan looked over subconsciously, trembling in her heart, but her legs and feet didn't listen, and she was firmly fixed in place.Song Heng stood up, followed by Qiuqiu, stopped in front of his feet and gasped, he bent down and simply picked up Qiuqiu, walked over to open the door.

This scene in front of Xin Wan's eyes overlapped with the scene a few weeks ago. Through the thin door, Xin Wan saw the huge camera and the cold eyes, which made her breath short for no reason. He ran over, grabbed Song Heng's wrist, and said, "Don't open the door..."

Song Heng looked at him quietly, pulled out his hand lightly, and said softly, "Xin Wan, you can't be afraid of knocking and opening the door."

Xin Wan's chest heaved, cold sweat dripped from his temples, and he felt his hands warm up. Song Heng took his hand and put it on the doorknob, and his voice seemed to be next to his ear: "I'm here, I'm fine."

he is here.

How can I describe it in poor and dry language?It is probably like falling from a height of [-] miles, and the elastic net suddenly opens underneath, and it is also like a storm accident at sea, but with a narrow and safe cabin, all crises are isolated.

Song Heng accepted his net and cabin.

When the doorknob was pressed, Xin Wan subconsciously held her breath and closed her eyes in fear.

Fang Yichuan's voice entered his ears: "Good morning!"

There is also the warm taste of Oden and the rich aroma of bone broth. With a bright and expectant smile, he handed it over: "Here, I invite you to eat!"

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