[popularity short story] there was a spring breeze that got drunk in the middle of the mountain.

Article | Jundove Sina Weibo | Girl King Pigeon 01 Song Weinan has heard the name Jiang Xiaocha more than once. Blatantly winking at whom, pulling which male classmate skipped class to play games, he had already heard about the gossip that she was not a good girl. And at this moment, she was chewing gum, riffraff angrily raised the chin of the boy next to him: "whoever loses, take off a piece of clothes!" With a bad smile, Jiang Xiaocha snapped her fingers: "Zheng Yao, don't be shy!" Soon someone in the class began to boo. the boy named Zheng Yao directly tore off his school uniform coat and raised his eyebrows to fight Jiang Xiaocha: "who is afraid?" How does this look like a place for students to learn? The classroom in a mess seems to have no room for feet. Song Weinan, standing at the gate of the class, frowned, gently tapped on the desk in the first row of seats, and asked politely, "classmate, could you order Jiang Xiaocha for me?" The boy in the front row did not look up, but only shouted in a loud voice: "Tea, someone is looking for it." Jiang Xiaocha, who was interrupted by the game, was very depressed and howled: "who is it?" She craned her neck to look at the door, as if nearsighted, narrowed her eyes, put her hands on her hips, and took a few steps forward in doubt. Song Weinan found that Jiang Xiaoca's sports T-shirt was shorter than that of other sports students. When his arms were raised slightly, he could see the slender and soft waist swinging from side to side. Before Song Weinan regained his senses, Jiang Xiaocha was already standing in front of him. "Song." She was close to his face and rolled her black grape-like eyes before she remembered who he was, "Song Xue Shen." "what can I do for you?" She grinned, put her hands behind her back and looked up at Song Weinan with a smile. He was stared at uncomfortably, and subconsciously took a step back: "I'll pay the money back." He held out his hand, and the brand-new red banknote in the morning was already a little old. Six hours ago, she climbed over the wall to enter the school. Because she had just taken League of Legends's good record, she rushed to show off to Zheng Yao and rushed forward, only to knock over Song Weinan, who was reading under the tree. Song Weinan fell directly into the mud puddle and had a nosebleed. She kept urging him to go to the infirmary, but he just said nothing, sat up from the floor, pulled out a tissue and stuffed it into his nostrils. Because of regret, Jiang Xiaoca quickly stuffed a hundred-yuan bill to him, but Song Weinan took the money back intact. Jiang Xiaocha stared at his nose and pushed the hundred-yuan bill back: "this is compensation." "it's just a nosebleed. It's all right." Song Weinan waved his hand. Jiang Xiaocha was about to speak when she was suddenly bounced on the back of her head. She was startled. She looked back and saw Zheng Yao, who was a head taller than herself, stretching out his hand and pinching the head of her balls: "Let's go, let's train." He also threw his schoolbag into her arms. Jiang Xiaocha stared, stretched out her leg and kicked Zheng Yao fiercely, shouting angrily: "the head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the hairstyle can not be messed up!" She shouted, took apart the messed-up balls, put the band and the little black clip in her mouth and held it in her mouth. She bowed her hair and inarticulate and said, "see you later, learn from God!" But three or five times, Jiang Xiaocha tied up her hair and strode towards Zheng Yao. The halo projected by the setting sun comes from behind, like a filter, making ginger tea more and more vivid and fresh. The fragrance of locust flowers floated with the wind, and Song Weinan rubbed the tip of his nose, and the description of Jiang Xiaocha on the school forum appeared in his head: "A smile is drunk in the middle of the mountain, and the eyes are full of spring breeze." For the first time, he saw a girl like her. Song Jinan never thought that he would be able to get in touch with Jiang Xiaoca again, but once some people had met each other, their faces would appear again and again, and they could not avoid it. Otherwise, he would not have seen Jiang Xiaocha step on the horizontal bar and jumped on the wall in the following PE classes. Or, like today, she sat horizontally on the horizontal bar and waved to him: "Hello -" he hesitated and tried to pretend not to hear, but Jiang Xiaocha shouted, "you skipped PE class again?" Just now he lied to the PE teacher that he needed a rest when he was sick. He didn't expect that when he was reading comic books, he would be caught by Jiang Xiaocha. Song Weinan nervously wiped the sweat of his palms and defended himself: "body.". Mr. Yu is not here. " Jiang Xiaocha didn't care about these things. She shouted to him, "learn from God." "come and give me a hand." "Ah?" He didn't hear you. Jiang Xiaocha gave a tut and repeated: "give me a hand." Song Weinan hesitated to go over and put his hand up. A burst of warmth came from the palm of his hand, and he held her soft little hand. His body trembled, and his heart seemed to have fallen willow catkins, itching a little uncomfortable. No one thought that this scene would be seen by the instructor-Song Weinan and Jiang Xiaocha were arrested. When the chief of staff pointed to the comic book and questioned, Song Weinan's ears were so red that he wanted to get into the cracks in the ground. He was very scared, afraid of punishment on his back, and afraid of notification of criticism. "Song Weinan, even if Jiang Hsiao-cha commits a crime, why are you fooling around with her?" The expression of the director who hated iron into steel was like a sharp thorn, poking it in his heart viciously. He hung his head and clenched his lower lip without saying a word. Jiang Xiaocha smiled happily at the director: director, I swear I will never climb the wall again! " "We're going to write a review!" Jiang Xiaocha hurriedly pulled out one from a stack of exercise books on the table, tore out the last two pages at random, and sat on the stool poking Song Weinan. She bit off the cap of her pen and began to write hard. With such an attitude of admitting mistakes, the director was reluctantly satisfied, nagged "study hard" and walked out of the office shaking his head. Song Weinan sat motionless in his seat, his eyes in a daze, as if the sky had collapsed. "it will be all right after you finish it." Jiang Xiaocha patted him on the shoulder and handed him a pen. "just copy my template and change the words." Song Weinan remained silent. He was caught with her, and she had half the responsibility for it. Jiang Xiaocha turned her eyes and poked Song Weinan with her hand: "look at me -" she imitated the appearance of the director, staring at her eyes, her right hand on her waist, and her left hand pointing forward. "I'll know if I can study hard," she muttered in dialect. The facial features are huddled together, the mouth is wide open, and then a little spit flies out, which is the vivid "charterer No.2". Song Weinan could not help laughing, and the unique laughter of the teenager reverberated in the teaching director's office. It turns out that. Learning from God can also be so happy, the eyebrow is comfortable, very good-looking. Jiang Xiaocha couldn't help being distracted. 03 finish checkingAfter asking, Song Weinan thought the ginger tea party was quiet for a period of time, but less than a week later, she caused trouble again. When Song Weinan was buying books at the school gate after school on Friday, he saw Jiang Xiaoca. She stood in the middle of several girls, folded her arms and stared coldly at the arrogant girl opposite her. Song Weinan heard people say that the girl who intercepted Jiang Xiaoca, named Xia Qi, was from the school next door and had a problem with Jiang Xiaoca earlier, but this time it was because of a boy. Xia Qi scolded unpleasant words, but Jiang Xiaocha pulled out her ears and stared at the fried yogurt stall behind Xia Qi with bright eyes. I really want to eat. She swallowed saliva and turned her eyes back to Xia Qi: "you mean that handsome has a crush on me?" "you don't even know his name!?" Xia Qi exclaimed, "take a fancy to you, he is really blind!" "he is blind, but I am not blind." Jiang Xiaocha hippy smile, can not be provoked, can afford to hide, 36 tricks, walk for the top plan. As soon as he turned around, Xia Qi grabbed his clothes with one hand: "there is only a few stinky money, so why look down on the gift he gave you!" The Gift? Jiang Xiaocha can't laugh or cry. She is allergic to pollen, and the boy sent her a bouquet of flowers, which made her allergic and hospitalized, but now she is a sinner? Angry, Jiang Xiaocha clapped the girl's hand: "people like you -"I don't promise him, you say I despise people." "I promised him, and you said I was ungrateful." "do you have anything to do with me and him?" She glared at Xia Qi angrily, but her palms were full of cold sweat. In order to increase her momentum, Jiang Xiaocha deliberately raised her chin and snorted coldly. The other side was speechless and there was a silence. Xia Qi was so angry that he could not speak, so he stretched out his hand and pushed ginger tea. At this time, another protagonist of this farce suddenly came out of nowhere to save the United States. The boy kept apologizing to Jiang Xiaocha, as long as he said a few more words, he could get rid of such embarrassment. She was cold and silent, and Xia Qi was immediately dragged away by the boy. As the crowd dispersed and the sky darkened, more than half of the pedestrians came and went. Jiang Xiaocha stood where she was, her head drooping, her slap face covered by her supple hair. Song Weinan looked at her and just stepped out, but Jiang Xiaoca suddenly squatted down on the ground like a ball that suddenly deflated. She stroked her chest and murmured in panic, "you scared me to death, you scared me to death." The small expression of grievance fully exposed the tension and fear in the heart just now. It turns out that. It's a paper tiger. Song Weinan suddenly chuckled and quietly withdrew his steps. 04 this good play soon spread all over the school. But the content eventually became false that Xia Qi was slapped several times by ginger tea, and his whole face was swollen. When he heard the news, Song Weinan was sitting in the classroom doing exercises when his automatic pencil suddenly broke its core. as soon as he stuffed it into the pencil box, he heard someone say, "is there a back door for Jiang Xiaoca?" "if you make trouble every day, how did you get into No. 3 Middle School?" "you don't know? Her father donated the auditorium of No. 3 Middle School. " Jiang Xiaocha, a well-off family, is the daughter of a famous rich businessman here. At this moment, the tone in which they talk about ginger tea is very sour and disgusting. Song Weinan frowned, closed his exercise book with a bang, picked up a stack of exercise books on the table, and walked up to the group of gossiping girls with a black face: "less gossip, it's not about making entertainment notes." The classroom was silent. Song Weinan walked towards the teacher's office with his homework in his arms. As soon as he pushed the door in, the sound of Jiang Xiaocha's collapse came to his ears. "Zheng Yao! Didn't I tell you? I caught a thief yesterday! " Jiang Xiaocha was so anxious that she was about to cry, clutching Zheng Yao's corner tightly, hoping that he would come forward to testify. The school director blew his beard and stared, pointed to the tip of her nose, and blushed angrily: "Jiang Xiaocha!" Don't argue! " No. 3 Middle School classified the fight as a bad event, and this time Jiang Xiaoca was doomed. "I didn't hit her!" Jiang Xiaocha roared angrily and her grievances rushed to her heart. After meeting Xia Qi at the school gate, Jiang Xiaocha ran into a thief on her way home and chased a street to get her cell phone back. how did she hit someone? Jiang Xiaocha pulled Zheng Yao's sleeve and prayed that he would stand on his side: "Zheng Yao." But Zheng Yao glanced at the director and said to her, "Tea, you apologize." "I'll tell your uncle about it for you, and he won't blame you." "come on, apologize." Zheng Yao didn't understand. She was never afraid of being punished for causing trouble. But since she didn't do it, how could she bow her head and apologize and take the blame herself? It is useless and useless to say more. Ginger Xiaocha red eyes, proudly raised his head. "forget it." She smiled bitterly and burst into tears. "No one can prove what he didn't do." No one will believe the words of "the first troublemaker in No. 3 Middle School". Why does she bother to work in vain and struggle to explain herself? She was silent, but she didn't want a familiar voice to pop up from behind: "I can prove it!" Jiang Xiaocha, stunned, turned her head and saw Song Weinan coming towards her, wearing a vastly upright spirit. Because of nervousness and fear, Song Weinan desperately pinched the palm of his hand with his fingernails, but did not want to pay too much attention to Jiang Xiaocha. He slipped and fell. He was so embarrassed that he quickly got up, glanced at ginger tea with a red face, and took a deep breath: "I, I saw ginger tea catch a thief." "you're talking nonsense!" Xia Qi screamed harshly and pointed his finger at Song Weinan madly. "what proof do you have?" "what is the surveillance video for?" Song Weinan asked rhetorically, and this question bluffed Xia Qi. Xia Qi became more and more flustered and pulled the corner of his clothes awkwardly. Song Weinan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the game had come back. Because of Song Weinan's proof, Jiang Xiaoca is safe for the time being. A few days later, the school found out that the wound on Xia Qi's face was not caused by ginger tea. Jiang Xiaocha was cleared, and Song Weinan was also very happy. At the end of the afternoon running exercise, Song Weinan was sitting on the promenade reading. Jiang Xiaoca jumped out from behind him: "learn from God." She smiled sweetly and pulled out a bottle of Coke from behind: "Thank you for the other day." If it hadn't been for Song Weinan, she might have had to carry that basin of dirty water through high school. "it's all right, it's all right." Song Weinan shyly waved his hand. She then said, "it's just. Lying is not for you. " "Ah?"The smile stopped abruptly. Song Weinan looked up at her doubtfully and hesitated to speak, but she waved: "see you later, learn from God." Song Weinan was stunned, did he lie? Although he did not see Jiang Xiaocha catch the thief with his own eyes, Xia Qi's injury actually had something to do with him. Thoughts floated to the day when Xia Qi and Jiang Xiaocha clashed. In the evening, he ran into Xia Qi on his way home by bike. "No, it just depends on the money in the family!" "I must teach her a lesson!" At that moment, Song Weinan remembered the scared appearance of Jiang Xiaoca squatting on the ground. It is the rainy season, it has just rained, and puddles can be seen everywhere on the road. Seeing that Xia Qi was getting closer and closer to him, Song Weinan pulled up the collar of his school uniform, blocked half his face, suddenly stepped on the bike and rushed over at an accelerated pace. The wheel splashed, and Xia Qi subconsciously hid aside, but did not stand still and fell face down. You asked for it! He snickered and rode away. But how much I gloated then, how out of line I feel now. When did it start? I can't see anyone throwing dirty water on Jiang Xiaocha. Song Weinan drooped his eyes and pondered. Before meeting her, his life was like a bowl of flat stagnant water, without the slightest ripple. But after meeting her, the dull days unexpectedly had a little color. After that day, there were fewer and fewer opportunities for him to meet Jiang Xiaocha. As the end of the second year of senior high school drew to a close, Song Weinan paid extra attention to the final exam and fell into the sea of questions. On the other hand, Jiang Xiaocha is playing a water-splashing war in the art building. While doing exercises in the self-study class, Song Weinan, sitting by the window, happened to capture her figure galloping in the corridor. She splashed the sprinkler at Zheng Yao, and the ponytail at the back of her head jumped and swayed from side to side, stirring the bright spring light brighter and brighter. Song Weinan looked at it with his cheek and was inadvertently fascinated. That's good, he thought. That's what youth should look like. "monitor, please close the window." His deskmate knocked on his desk, and the playful sound on the opposite floor has seriously affected everyone's self-study. Song Weinan regained his mind and managed the examination paper that was sweaty, only to find that he had written the name of Jiang Xiaocha on the name column. "monitor." The deskmate was a little impatient and said, "close the window!" At this cry, Song Weinan covered the examination paper with one hand and crammed it into the desk. He flushed and coughed, got up in a panic and closed the window. Jiang Xiaocha's voice suddenly faded away, and only the sound of everyone turning over the examination papers was left in the dull classroom. He glanced at the broken fan on the top of his head, and his heart was mixed. Her seventeen-year-old was bright and light, adding some color to his busy and tired life. Like the moon hanging high in the night sky, he could not envy her brilliance, but whenever he looked at it, he was full of joy. The last exam in Grade 06 was over. Unexpectedly, Song Weinan retired from the first grade to the tenth. Before the summer vacation, the teachers of each subject took turns to do an ideological work for him. It's just that he's more afraid of going home than these. Once the grades are set out, his mother's roaring voice will pierce his eardrums. Song Weinan was annoyed and annoyed. when he finished sorting out the wrong title book and walked out of school, it was nearly evening, and the sunset was halfway to red and yellow, magnificent and brilliant. He walked slowly, kicking the gravel at his feet. How to account for the results? He sighed in his heart, but his schoolbag was suddenly grabbed. "Hello!" Song Weinan suddenly beat a thrill and was dragged back several steps before he could see the person in front of him. Is the mouth curling, angry ginger tea. She pointed to the red light in front of him and yelled at him: "learn from God, you don't want to die!" "Don't ask me to imitate God." Song Weinan frowned, "it's not the first place.". " "who says only the first place can be called learning from God." "I'll take you to a nice place!" Jiang Xiaocha dragged him across the street. Half an hour later, Song Weinan had three Pikachu dolls in his arms. Jiang Xiaocha hopped around the game machine with game coins and didn't forget to push him into the dance machine. "Why are you like a wooden man?" "jump up!" Her voice came into his ears again and again, stimulating his brain nerves. Song Weinan stood on the dance machine and took the first step tentatively, stepping on the first beat. In this way, Song Weinan followed Jiang Xiaoca in the game hall for several hours, and when he walked in the busy South Street, it was already dark. There are no stars hanging in the sky, but there are thousands of lights. Song Weinan looked around and the sweet fragrance in the air faintly spread into the nasal cavity. It was the fragrance of ginger tea. He glanced down at her, approached her involuntarily, and smiled softly. "learn from God." She patted him on the shoulder. "be happy, nothing is more important than happiness." "you must have no idea how good you look when you smile." Jiang Xiaocha whispered and blushed unusually, showing the girl's shyness at a glance. She looked down and her mind was filled with laughter when he was writing a review in the director's office. Song Weinan was about to stop and was about to show something when a bag of paper suddenly flew from behind and hit him on the head. "who is so blind!" Jiang Xiaocha got angry first, but the person who smashed things strode forward and grabbed Song Weinan's ear. "are you still in the mood to hang out on the road?" "if I hadn't called your teacher, I wouldn't have known you were so backward this time!" "Mom -" Song Weinan cried out, covering his fiery ears. The moment he saw his mother rushing over, Jiang Xiaoca shrank in horror and took a step back. No pain is worse than losing face in front of ginger tea. He clenched his teeth and his lips were slightly white. Jiang Xiaocha was a little distressed, and hurriedly blocked Song Weinan before the situation got worse: "Auntie, I thought he was in bad shape and brought him to relax." She did not know that Song Weinan, who grew up in a single-parent family, was all her mother's hope. For every first, he puts in twice as much effort as others. Mother Song, who was already burning in anger, casually pushed away Jiang Xiaocha, who was in the way. Not thinking about this push, Jiang Xiaoca slipped at her feet and happened to fall into the motorway next to her. Even if Song Weinan and his mother were quick-eyed and quick-witted, they failed to prevent the tragedy from happening. The noise was loud and deafening. At this time, the Song mother was still angry and hurriedly stopped a car and asked Song Weinan to carry Jiang Xiaocha into the car and rushed to the hospital immediately. Fortunately, no big deal happened in 07. It's just that the wheel hurt his ankle and can't run for three months, which is a lot of bad news for a sports student who is about to enter a training program. AndAll this is due to the gift of Song Weinan. He doesn't know how to face her, he doesn't know if he hurt her, and she will still regard him as a friend. Holding the daisies he bought, he wandered in front of Jiang Xiaocha's ward. While he was worried, her cheerful voice suddenly came to his ears. "learn from God!" She waved her hand excitedly and shouted, "I'm here!" Song Weinan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was in such a good spirit. Jiang Xiaocha patted the bedside, motioned Song Weinan to sit down, fumbled over the box on the table, and pulled out a white strip with his mouth. Even if you are sick, you are not honest! Song Weinan snatched what was out of her mouth. No, Jiang Xiaocha picked an eyebrow at him and said, "try it?" She chuckled as if she were looking at a child, and Song Weinan's heart was tight. A smell of orange exploded in his mouth. He licked it and smashed it on the mouth, only to find that it was a candy in the shape of a cigarette. Song Weinan was confused, but Jiang Xiaoca laughed: "Ah, how can you be so stupid!" Song Weinan stared at Jiang Xiaoca, who laughed so much that he couldn't help laughing. "do you also think I do everything about smoking, drinking and fighting?" She asked, her expression serious. Song Weinan shook his head. The rumored Jiang Xiaocha is ignorant and involved in fighting and skipping classes. But the appearance does not represent the truth, which is the real her, he can see clearly these days. The unrestrained, wayward Jiang Xiaocha, like a small elf, broke into his world and added a lot of surprises to his ordinary life. "you are very special." Song Weinan said, "you are different from them." Or come into contact with too many so-called "good girls" and see too much of their clever and rigid appearance. The unique aura of Jiang Xiaocha makes him feel unique. Jiang Xiaocha was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly smiled gently: "I never smoke, drink fruit beer, and fight is always the one standing in the crowd booing." "I don't like learning. It's true. " In No. 3 Middle School, it is like committing a big crime if you don't like to study or you don't study well. Song Weinan's new eyes, for her, is already a surprise. Ginger Xiaocha pursed her dry lips and found him staring at his injured foot in a daze. "Don't worry! This little injury won't stop me from moving forward to the North body! " Ginger rolled up her sleeves to reveal the strong muscles in her arms. It's just that the more optimistic she is, the more Song Weinan blames herself. "I'm sorry, Jiang Xiaocha." He dared not look at her and just hung his head and apologized desperately. Jiang Xiaocha was silent for a moment and gently covered his head with her hand. She really didn't want him to blame himself. She didn't want to see him frown and always look like the sky had fallen. At such a good age of seventeen, he should be happier and more comfortable. "Song Weinan." As soon as she changed her normal, her voice was very soft. "it was just an accident, and it has nothing to do with you or your aunt." Song Weinan raised his head and put on the bright eyes of ginger tea. Like a hot spring, slowly and gently seeped into his heart, the original unease, fear, self-remorse, now completely resolved. The sound was heard outside the window, and the bright sun penetrated the thick branches and leaves of the locust tree, and the mottled light and shadow fell on the fence. The last summer before the college entrance examination ended as the heat dissipated. Song Weinan never saw Jiang Xiaoca again after the 2008 summer vacation. She dropped out of school and disappeared without a trace with Zheng Yao. When Song Weinan tried to find out about her, he found that the previous contact information was useless. When my mother lost her job and worked everywhere in the third year of high school, Song Weinan's life became even worse and moved into his relatives' house. Relying on others, he studied day and night, and at the end of the college entrance examination, he finally won the first place in the grade. All the famous universities in Beijing and Shanghai threw olive branches at him, and the phone calls at home were all blown up. At the risk of breaking with his family, he volunteered as the Beijing News Department and boarded the train to Beijing. He didn't want to give up the chance to meet her again, so he had to make a bold bet, because this was the school that Jiang Xiaocha had promised to go to. But he lost, and he didn't find the name of Jiang Xiaocha on the list of freshmen in Beijing Sports College. In September 2016, when Song Weinan was a sophomore, the news agency he joined recruited a group of new members and held a group dinner. Song Weinan was forcibly dragged to join the party. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the restaurant, a sweet female voice appeared behind him: "the seniors and seniors didn't eat behind my back!" The tone goes up, it is very lively, and the voice is deja vu! Song Weinan suddenly looked back, and the wishful face rushed to his eyes. Ginger tea! Slightly apply Fandai, short skirt to the knee, bright and beautiful ginger tea! Song Wei went south to consciously clench the palm of his hand, and there was no change in expression on his face, but he was extremely happy and excited in his heart. Like a moon rising in the dark night, heaven and earth suddenly brighten up. "Ah. It's you. Long time no see. " Ginger Xiaocha first opened her mouth, which was strangely polite. Song Weinan stepped forward and stepped back. he looked at her and his eyes fell on Zheng Yao beside her. When his eyes met, Zheng Yao took Jiang Xiaocha by the hand. Ten fingers interlocked, very sweet, but also. It's particularly dazzling. Song Weinan's heart trembled, tried to hide his loss, and entered the table in silence. The new members took turns to introduce themselves, and when it was Jiang Xiaocha's turn, he really heard her say, "Zheng Yao and I grew up together. Without him, I couldn't survive my senior year." On that day, Song Weinan knew that Jiang Xiaocha's foot injury was more serious than he had imagined. She could not take part in the training or the physical examination, so she had to drop out of school for a year and transferred to another school to study in the third year of senior high school. And Zheng Yao was by her side from beginning to end. It doesn't make any sense? Perhaps it would be better not to have such a long separation and reunion. Song Weinan sat at the table, chewing the food in his mouth like wax, and could not help looking sideways at her. There was still a scar on her ankle, like a centipede, crawling into his heart. "so Vice Minister Song and junior Jiang have known each other for a long time?" When someone asked at the table, Song Weinan smiled awkwardly and politely: "Yes, we went to school together." "then. Does the junior sister Jiang also know the love history of our deputy of the Song Dynasty? It is said that he came to Beitou, but for a girl! " When they heard the second half of the sentence, Jiang Xiaoca and Song Weinan were stunned. Jiang Xiaocha buried her head and drank the drink in the cup and smiled awkwardly: "I am not at the same level as Song senior.". It's not special.Don't cook it. " Not very well. The scalp is tight and the tip of the nose is sore. Song Weinan held back tears, smiled and nodded with Jiang Xiaocha. 09 the sky is getting darker, dark clouds cover the top, and torrential rain is coming. At the end of the party, when Jiang Xiaocha stood at the door of the hotel and said goodbye to a group of seniors and seniors, Song Weinan was helped out. His eyelids shrugged, his face flushed, he leaned against a tree, his lips slightly open, and he spoke to himself. The boy who was nervous with tobacco candy at that time can drink so much wine now that ginger tea sighs a little. Three years ago, Jiang Xiaocha was injured and Aunt Song came to the hospital to apologize.

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