Fu Jingsheng: "Everyone has his own ambitions, I don't want to have so many rules and regulations."
Tang Si smiled: "Then don't even think about leaving here, just hide away, think it over, and then tell me."
After speaking, he turned to leave.
Fu Jingsheng looked at his back: "Why do you think you have the ability to catch me, and why do you think you can find out the T organization by yourself?"
Tang Si's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned around slightly, his thin lips were slightly drawn, and he smiled slightly: "Then you try."
After speaking, he turned and got into the car.
"Heh..." Fu Jingsheng smiled suddenly: "Try?"
He turned to look for the little shrew.
As soon as she got there, she said, "It seems that you are really rich."
Fu Jingsheng: "You agree?"
"But you still have to give me back the fifty dollars first."
The corners of Fu Jingsheng's lips twitched slightly: "You were so fucking almost raped. I dragged my half-dead life to save you. Isn't it worth your fifty dollars? Can the money fan change it?"
At that time, Fu Jingsheng's life was indeed hanging by a thread. Under such circumstances, if he hadn't been an ordinary person who had practiced, he would definitely faint.
He was the kind of person who risked his life to escape.
"That has to be settled."
"Also, I have a name, my name is Shi Xun Nian."
Fu Jingsheng: "It's hard to pronounce, I can't remember."
The next second, Shi Xunnian took out a notebook and a pen from his bag.
Fu Jingsheng looked at what she wrote in the notebook, and then handed the notebook to him.
It reads: Time to look forward to
The font is beautiful, the handwriting is beautiful, and the strokes are very neat.
Fu Jingsheng raised his eyebrows: "Why? Show me the primary school students' font."
"Our teacher said, if you can't remember it, you can copy it 100 times. I think this method is quite effective." Shi Xunnian handed the pen to Fu Jingsheng: "Copy it."
Fu Jingsheng: "..."
"After copying, I agree." Shi Xunnian said: "From now on, you are my God of Wealth, I will not go west if you say east."
"Sure?"
"Well, sure."
That night, Fu Jingsheng recited the three words "Shi Xun" a hundred times.
Afterwards, he felt that he was an idiot. I mean, if you memorize it, it's over, and you have to write it a hundred times.
Shi Xunnian was shocked by Fu Jingsheng's handwriting, it is beautiful, vigorous and powerful, the strokes are domineering, and the smooth flow is amazing and pleasing to the eye.
"I've never seen anyone write my name so beautifully," she said.
Fu Jingsheng raised his eyes and glanced at her. Although he wasn't well dressed, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, delicate and delicate.
He snorted coldly: "How can it be, your name is beautiful, it has nothing to do with me."
Yin and Yang are weird.
…
Bringing Song Nuan home, Song Yi washed her, changed her clothes, and finally got her onto the bed for her to sleep on.
Before leaving, Song Nuan started to make trouble again, with her eyes closed, she was clutching her, muttering that she wanted to see Lu Yan.
"What Lu Yan, he is sleeping now." Song Yi: "Be good, and go tomorrow when you get up."
"Woo..." Song Nuan buried her head in the pillow, "He's a bastard."
"Why the bastard."
"He doesn't want me anymore." Song Nuan whimpered.
She lost her temper a little, but she regretted it afterwards, she knew that not everyone could accept her arrogant personality, she would rather change it.
It takes time to change.
But he was fine, he didn't coax her, blocked him when he was blacked out, deleted him when he deleted it, and never wanted to write to see her.
Really a bastard.
Song Yi pursed her lips: "Perhaps what a person of his age lacks the most is a sense of security."
"If you really like him, let him feel that you really can't do without him. More generally speaking, everyone in a relationship is insecure, let alone the age gap between the two of you, the one who is the most insecure It's him."
"After all, you are eighteen years old, and life has just started at the age of eighteen. There are very few people in the world who can be with their first love. It is normal for a little girl to talk about it before getting married. After all, the relationship history and experience are not rich."
"Then why do you want me to chase him?" Song Nuan sniffed, still in a daze: "I have hooked up with him, but he ignores me."
"He would rather do it himself than he doesn't want me."
Song Yi's tone was gentle: "It is precisely because of this, because you like him, that you chase after him, and he will run towards you if you take more steps than him."
"In the world of grown men like them, it's not all love and love, and even this part is almost zero."
"Otherwise, you are reluctant to die, and you are reluctant to lower yourself to chase, how can you let him come towards you unconditionally."
"You should let him know more about you and how much you love him."
Song Yi gently pushed Song Nuan's hand away: "You are still young, I don't know if you can understand, I can only tell you so much, you don't ask for equality in everything in love, and you don't have to pay for it. Asking the other party to return, this is called love.”
"Although love is mutual, if you have to compare who loves whom more, it has become a kind of comparison. The essence is not pure enough and has deteriorated. Human nature is greedy. If you have to compare, one day, you will Because the comparison makes you feel that the other party doesn’t love you enough and you are fragmented. There is always a peak and critical point in the comparison, and this critical point is the end of life. When the comparison reaches the point where the other party is willing to die for you, it is too late to regret.”
"People's emotions are complex in themselves. In this process, we must accept all the complex emotions of our own, and we must also tolerate all the consequences of emotions."
"So, you have to think carefully. Can you really be with him, and whether you are worthy of him taking firm steps towards you and possessing you."
…
Song Yi's view of love is very thorough.
It is said that if love is too thorough, there will be no happiness.
Lovely muddled, but also bound to have no meaning, feelings are vague and complicated, but can still be concrete.
There is a kind of love called the love between her and Tang Si.
There are thousands of forms of love, and everyone's is different.
…
next morning.
Song Nuan woke up from the bed in a daze, feeling a bursting headache.
Dazedly, she could think about what happened last night. She didn't drink the pills, and she remembered what her sister told her.
Song Nuan's eyes were hazy, she lifted the quilt, staggered to the bathroom to wash up.
Going to school today, there is an experiment to do.
After washing and changing clothes, Song Nuan's condition gradually recovered, and her head still hurt slightly.
When I got to the living room, I saw Song Yi.
Song Yi saw Song Nuan coming out, she put down her phone: "Drink some hangover soup, I'll take you to school."
Song Nuan looked around: "Where's brother-in-law?"
"work."
"Well."
During the meal, Song Yi reprimanded Song Nuan and told her not to go to places like bars.
Especially when alone.
"En." Song Nuan nodded obediently.
After dinner, Song Yi drove Song Nuan to school.
Song Yi tilted her head and asked Song Nuan: "Are you going back to your parents' place at night?"
"Go home." Song Nuan: "Don't disturb your two-person world."
"Then I'll ask the driver at home to pick you up after school."
Song Nuan thought for a while and replied, "I'm not sure when the experiment will be finished. I'll call the driver myself after I'm done."
Song Yi raised her eyebrows, and asked again: "Is pocket money enough?"
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At the end of the month, ask for a monthly ticket~