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When she said she wanted to chase someone, Xin Wan said it confidently, as if love was only a matter of time, but when she returned to Shuyue Lane and looked at the sparrow outside the window, Xin Wan felt that there was nothing she could do.

Song Heng rejected him.As expected, but still hard to hide the loss.At that time, he even wanted to blurt out and ask, is it because you still like the person on the disc.yes?After all, they were so close before—Xin Wan even thought about the reason for their separation before, but that's not important.

At least for now, he likes Song Heng more than anyone else.

All the plans I was pursuing hadn't started to be formulated, but they were washed away by the busyness of the school.A few days later in December, the final exams are approaching. All the teachers took out the posture of the college entrance examination and handed out a complete set of test papers.

Xin Wan also did it seriously, but the teacher didn't care about his grades. No matter how low the exam was or how many wrong questions there were, no one would blame him.Except for Chu Hefei, in the eyes of other teachers, he didn't seem to exist.

In the crowded and hurried class, Xin Wan felt a kind of "big hermit in the city" boredom.

It's nothing, it's been like this since the beginning of school in September, no matter how unhappy Xin Wan is, she's smoothed over, and even has a little rebellious thought, wanting to get worse grades and drag the class down a bit.

In mid-December, Xin Wan caught a cold. Her nose was blocked and her throat was hoarse. She didn't have a fever, but she had to breathe through her mouth, which made her lips always dry.He has no energy, and sleeps on the table after class, and only reluctantly stands up when he is in physical education class.

Fang Yichuan took a basketball, fell and bounced on the ground, making a "bang bang" sound, "Why do you still have a cold?"

"Sleep and kick the quilt," Xin Wan said in a muffled voice, rubbing her red nose again, "I'm wearing thick clothes."

"You're still thick, it's too thin, my mother put on fleece long johns for me."

Xin Wan opened his mouth. His memory of his mother was too thin, but he couldn't start with "my brother", which was strange, so he responded dryly: "I haven't bought it yet."

We were approaching the red and green playground, and the sun was scorching hot. Fang Yichuan suddenly said, "Did Lao Chu look for you?"

"I found it a few days ago, and asked me to go get books from him," Xin Wan couldn't help but sneezed, and her nose became even redder.Chu Hefei often asked him to go to the office, and watched him draw, as if he was participating in a training camp, "I even gave me a painting album the day before yesterday."

"It's not this," Fang Yichuan said. "He asked me to go to the office yesterday, hinting that he would show me the entry form for the composition competition, and asked me to persuade the people next to me to participate. Xin Wan, won't you participate?"

"I don't like composition, so don't participate."

"You didn't even read the registration form when it was turned over."

"I did not see."

Fang Yichuan said: "Go back and take a good look at the flip side."

This registration form has been in the past for too long, Xin Wan spent a day remembering which corner the registration form was stuffed into, and she couldn't remember it until after school, her head was dizzy with thoughts.

Waiting at the bus stop after school, Xin Wan tightened her scarf and looked up to see the newly opened flower shop opposite.

The No. 45 bus came, and the door was open for a long time. No one got on the bus, so it was slowly closed. In the dizziness of the car exhaust, Xin Wan ran across the zebra crossing with her schoolbag on her back.

And the school bell rang six o'clock in the evening.

The pen is out of water.

Song Heng flicked the black pen, and finally stood up to get ink from the cabinet, and saw that the hour hand on the watch was pointing to the right of Six.After signing the last page of the folder, he watched the ink dry patiently, then closed it, took the down jacket beside him and left.

Walking to the door of the elevator compartment, Shen You just happened to call.

He and Shen You didn't see each other much these days, they mostly communicated on the phone. Shen You's consultation room has improved recently, and he is planning to move from Daosan Road to Shuijia Road and change to a bigger shop—busier than him.

Song Heng pressed the button, then picked up the phone: "Hello."

"Song Heng, are you off work yet?"

"Just got off," Song Heng watched the number go up. "I'm about to get into the elevator. If you have something more important, I'll call you later. There's no signal in the elevator."

"Hey, then I'll stop chattering. To make a long story short," Shen You became anxious for a moment, and his tone became serious, and he said seriously, "Song Heng, when will you bring Xin Wan to do hypnosis again?"

Xin Wan hadn't been to the consultation room for about two weeks, Song Heng said, "Let's talk about it when he is willing to go."

The number on the LED screen reached 13, and Shen You said again: "Actually, I understand what you are thinking, you want to wait for him to accept his amnesia before doing the second depth. It will take too much time, the first It is best not to take too long between the first and second times, otherwise it will affect the effect and hypnotic perception."

When the elevator reached 20, the door slowly opened, Song Heng was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, let me think about it."

"Song Heng, although some things are cruel, he needs to face them. He can't be a high school student all his life."

The elevator room was filled with the sound of electronic advertisements, Song Heng put on his coat, leaned against the wall and lowered his head in a daze, suddenly remembered that he forgot to take off his glasses, but he didn't bother to go upstairs again.This period of time has not passed too long. With a "ding", the elevator door opened again, and the subtle sound became clear.

"I'm looking for Song Heng."

"Mr. Song? Do you have an appointment call?"

"He said to go to the reception room and wait for him."

A hoarse, nasal teenage voice.

Song Heng stopped, and the elevator doors closed behind him.

Xin Wan stood at the front desk with her back to him, her blue and white school uniform was loosely worn on her body, the right side of her black schoolbag was slumped, and her zinc-gray sweater hat was draped over the top cotton, which made the back of her neck fair.

The front desk lady looked up and saw Song Heng, and was stunned: "Mr. Song."

Xin Wan turned around abruptly, revealing the tip of her nose and cheeks that were red from the cold, and then she smiled until her eyes curled up. He hugged the scarf in his arms even tighter, and said, "Brother."

Song Heng glanced at him and walked towards the door, "Let's go."

The temperature is below zero, and there are small pieces of ice on the ground, which makes a crisp sound when stepped on.Footsteps followed closely behind, Xin Wan trotted to catch up with him, Song Heng put his hands in his jacket pocket, "Come to pick me up from get off work again?"

Xin Wan panted a little, and slowed down her pace: "You said earlier that there are desserts in the reception room, so I want to try them."

"hungry?"

"It's not that I'm hungry." Xin Wan looked sideways at him and said frankly, "After all, I'm chasing you. I must think about creating more time with you."

Xin Wan was a little embarrassed again, touched her nose: "Actually, I just miss you, so I came to see you."

Song Heng has met too many people, and seen too many skeletons of human relationships supported by vanity, flattery, and euphemism. Probably only Xin Wan can pick out the purpose so straightforwardly, making it impossible for people to pick out the thorns.

He had nothing to say for a moment: "It's up to you."

There was a lot of traffic on the road, vehicle exhaust was spreading, and the street lamps were falling brightly. Xin Wan suddenly ran up to him and covered his eyes with his hands, "Don't go yet, close your eyes."

"What are you doing?" Song Heng stopped in his tracks, his palms were too close, his eyelashes felt itchy, his fingertips were soft, and he could only see Xin Wan's black canvas shoes through the gap, rustling There was a rustling sound, and the hands in front of her eyes were lowered again. Xin Wan said, "Look!"

Bright red and orange.

Three sunflowers and a red rose wrapped in vellum—a strange combination.With leaves and petals missing, Xin Wan held the bouquet of flowers in one hand and frantically removed the petals from the scarf.

Song Heng paused, and asked, "For me?"

"Well, I bought it at the flower shop in front of the school. They all looked at me with the flowers on the road, and they were uncomfortable, so I hid the flowers under the scarf, but it was a bit crushed," Xin Wan blushed, He looked a little annoyed, "Actually, I wanted to choose eustoma, but I still chose sunflowers and roses—put the sunflowers in the office, and I might feel better when I see them by chance."

"For roses," Xin Wan explained, "a rose, the clerk told me it means 'single heart'."

Song Heng looked at him quietly.Xin Wan couldn't stand his gaze, and admitted in frustration: "Well, I'm out of money, I only have enough money to buy one."

This made Song Heng want to laugh.

The taillights of the vehicles stretched into bright long lines on the road, and the sound of the horn was drawn out, Xin Wan's voice covered seven or eight parts.Song Heng couldn't listen carefully, so he had to ask: "What?"

"I said," Xin Wan's throat was so uncomfortable because of the cold, she tilted her head and coughed, and said, "When I get rich in the future, I will definitely buy several. Before I have money, can you wait?"

The bouquet of flowers was presented in front of his eyes, and the warm colors seemed to bring warmth even in the winter night.The lights covered it densely, and Song Heng could clearly see Xin Wan's red eyes from coughing.

Song Heng regretted wearing glasses, so that everything could be seen so clearly, including the watery light in Xin Wan's eyes, flowing brightly, brighter and more beautiful than sunflowers.

How many years have you not received flowers?Such a vulgar, ordinary, and unromantic way of pursuing, those who pursue him are more keen on high-end places and wine, and look down on cheap flowers.

A few years ago, on the summer high school campus, Xin Wan gave him flowers in the same way.

They hid in the grove on campus to watch him take out fresh flowers.I can't remember the species, I just remember that the sun is very dazzling.

"Why send flowers?" Song Heng said, "Like a little girl."

"Don't you like it? I've been picking for a long time, and I smashed my piggy bank."

Song Heng looked down at the green leaves on the ground, and said awkwardly: "It's too hypocritical."

"It's hypocritical, not only will I give you flowers today, but I will also give you flowers tomorrow, filling up the hole in your desk, and everyone will gather around to look at them after class, asking 'Wow, Song Heng, who sent you flowers? '," Xin Wan said exaggeratedly, "then people will stop calling you the school girl, and just call you 'Flower Girl'—"

Song Heng covered his mouth and tickled him, Xin Wan was afraid of tickle, laughed so much that she shed tears, raised the white flag and surrendered, she didn't think it was dirty, played around in the grove, making the sparrows fly, Song Heng also laughed Get up, hold him in your arms and say, "Are you still talking?"

"Don't say it, don't say it," Xin Wan wanted to cover her waist, "Brother is wrong."

After kissing him, Xin Wan hugged him obediently, "You really don't like it?"

"No," Song Heng said, "I like it very much."

"Then you still say 'hypocritical."

"I don't want you to give it away, I will give it to you later," Song Heng said, "This way you don't have to smash the piggy bank."

Only then did Xin Wan come to her senses, resting her head on the hollow of his shoulder, "Why are you so nice." Then she smiled and said, "Then you have to send me off every day, and I will send you off again when I have money."

"it is good."

He did give Xin Wan flowers for a long time, and the flowers that Xin Wan sent him were placed on the bedside table in the bedroom. At that time, the lover was reckless and didn't know that the flowers would dry up after only two or three days. The 17-year-old He couldn't save him, he had nothing to do, but he didn't want to throw it away, so he could only make a specimen, and didn't throw it away until the third day after we broke up.

Now more than 2000 days have passed, but he is still the same person, handing him a bouquet full of flowers, full of hope, full of ardor, and even the promise about "the future" is similar.

Song Heng looked at him and asked softly, "Aren't you worried that I won't accept it?"

Xin Wan did not consider this factor, she just thought the flowers were beautiful, and she just wanted to show Song Heng all the good ones, she frowned for a while, inevitably depressed, with a childish element of anger: "If you don't accept it, I will Just give Qiuqiu a doghouse decoration."

There was a sudden warmth from the back of his hand, and with a brief touch, Song Heng took the bouquet with missing leaves and petals.Xin Wan was stunned for a moment, and heard him say: "Don't buy it in the future."

Xin Wan was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Then you accepted it?"

"Balls are easy to break, so let's put them in the office."

Xin Wan's disappointment was completely cleared up just now, and he only rebelled in a low voice in his heart, saying "I'm going to buy it".During the short walk to the parking lot, Xin Wan selfishly defined Song Heng, who was holding a flower bouquet and wearing a black coat, as the groom.

What about yourself?Xin Wan didn't think about it, but she still felt happy.

The author says:

Hello everyone, there is one thing. Recently, I started school and was preparing for the final exam of the last semester. All the courses are arranged very tightly. I can hardly spare time to code words, so I want to take a leave of absence for a period of time. The latest is September [-] at the latest Ten recovery update, during the exam, I will try my best to save as many code words as possible.I'm really sorry, but I'm afraid of failing tt

You don’t need to bless me for the exam, just continue discussing the plot in the comment area, I quite like watching everyone discussing the plot, so I also have motivation _(:з」∠)_