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Song Xinci was lying on the concrete guardrail, looking at the school workers downstairs who were cleaning up the sewage left after the heavy snow melted last night. When the cold wind blew, Song Xinci shrank his neck and pulled the scarf up a little. , covering half of the face.Song Xinci opened the Christmas card he bought in the morning and spread it on the balcony. There was a protruding Santa Claus on the left side of the card, and a chip behind the old man. Once the card was opened, music would play.It took Song Xinci half an hour to choose the cover of two little girls holding hands, and the music is the greeting card of "Auld Lang Syne Pure Music".Holding the pen in her right hand, Song Xinci carefully wrote word by word: Dear sister Yao, MerryChristmas. Just when she finished writing and put away the greeting card, she happened to see Xia Yao under the teaching building.Quickly shouted excitedly: "Sister Yao."

Xia Yao ignored her.

"Sister Yao."

Xia Yao still ignored her.

Seeing Xia Yao walking farther and farther, Song Xinci became anxious, propped up with both hands, put one foot on the railing, and turned over from the third floor...

Song Xinci was startled and woke up, it turned out to be a dream.Blinking his eyes, Song Xinci wanted to go to the bathroom, but suddenly found himself sleeping on his side, with his left leg resting on Xia Yao's legs, his left hand resting on Xia Yao's body, and his right hand passing through Xia Yao's back Neck, hold together, encircling Xia Yao in her arms...

Song Xinci: I have lived for more than [-] years, and I have never had such a shameful sleeping position...

It was already a little brighter, and the light filtered through the curtains. It wasn't bright, but it wasn't dark either.Song Xinci's face was leaning against Xia Yao's left shoulder. Xia Yao did not wake up, and the slight breathing sound was steady and even. Song Xinci's arm resting on Xia Yao's stomach rose and fell with Xia Yao's breathing.She wanted to go to the bathroom, but seeing Xia Yao sleeping so soundly, her hands and feet were numb, so she didn't move.

An hour later... the alarm clock rang, and Song Xinci was quick to hear and see, turned over quickly to support Xia Yao, and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside table over there. Song Xinci went back the same way, Xia Yao turned over naturally, hugged Song Xinci, and rubbed her neck.

Song Xinci: "..." Sister Yao, if you behave like this again, I can't guarantee anything...

Ten minutes later, Xia Yao woke up, looked at Song Xinci with wide eyes in surprise, then looked at her own hand holding Song Xinci, and retracted it like an electric shock, blushing , stammered: "I'm sorry, the new words are overwhelming you."

Song Xinci showed a very sunny smile, rubbed Xia Yao's hair, and said sweetly: "Morning, sister Yao." Then he got up decisively and went straight to the bathroom.

Xia Yao was stunned on the bed, dazed for a while, patted her face with her hands, got up, went to the kitchen, mixed rice into the rice cooker, and asked, "Xinci, do you want green vegetable porridge? Or sweet potato porridge? Or mung bean porridge?" Porridge? Or pumpkin porridge?"

Song Xinci opened the bathroom door, shook the water from his hands, leaned against the kitchen door, folded his arms and smiled, "I want to eat dry rice."

Xia Yao held the inner pot of the rice cooker in both hands and turned to look at Song Xinci: "Then do you want to eat sweet potato rice? Or pumpkin rice? Or..."

Song Xinci hurriedly interrupted her: "Porridge, porridge, green vegetable porridge."

"There is a new toothbrush head in the drawer under the coffee table. I use an electric toothbrush. Just replace it. There are new towels in the drawer under the TV. The facial cleanser is in the sink. See if you use it. Get used to it." Xia Yao thought for a while, thought of everything, turned to turn on the faucet, and washed the rice.

After the two washed up and changed their clothes, the meal was almost ready.

Xia Yao took two bowls of porridge and brought out the steamed eggs from the other pot with a dishcloth.Also tore two packs of mustard.

Song Xinci watched the costume drama on TV while eating, and asked without looking back: "Sister Yao, where are you going after dinner?"

Xia Yao got up and scooped two spoonfuls of egg custard into Song Xinci's bowl, and replied, "Work, eat well when you eat, don't watch TV all the time."

Song Xinci turned to look at Xia Yao obediently: "Sister Yao, let me be your assistant."

Xia Yao smiled: "Are you alone, feeling bored?"

Song Xinci shook his head, took a sip of porridge, and said, "I plan to invest in Four Seasons News."

Xia Yao was taken aback for a moment: "Why do you suddenly think of buying shares?"

Song Xinci put down the bowls and chopsticks, Xia Yao took out two napkins and handed them to her: "I also want to do some business."

"Why didn't I know before that you are still interested in journalism?" Xia Yao also finished eating, took out a tissue and wiped her mouth, put Song Xinci's bowl into her own, and put away the two pairs of chopsticks.

"Isn't it because you are here? You can take me with you. I'm not familiar with other industries."

Xia Yao picked up the bowls and chopsticks and stood up: "I'm only in charge of reporting, and I'm not very familiar with the company's operations, and our company seems to have been losing money." She shrugged at Song Xinci and said with a smile: "So, Boss Song, you want Think about it carefully."

Song Xinci raised his eyebrows, with a smirk on his face: "If there is anything to think about, as long as you are here."

Xia Yao lowered her head and smiled: "Your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter."

Pack everything, take the trash, and go downstairs.Xia Yao asked Song Xinci to drive the car to the Yangchuan City Intermediate People's Court. Today's ruling was on Sun Qiang's case, which Xia Yao has been following up and reporting.

Because it was not a public trial and the media were not allowed to attend, the two stood outside the gate and waited.

Xia Yao watched Song Xinci staring at the national emblem in a daze, waved her hand in front of her eyes, and said, "Xinci, don't you feel bored?"

"Sister Yao, can reporters interview casually?" Song Xinci turned around, picked up the press card Xia Yao was wearing around her neck, looked at it, and asked back.

"Of course not. Yesterday, Lao Yang, that is, my boss, made an appointment to register with the news and propaganda department of the court." Xia Yao looked at Song Xinci, thinking that she wanted to invest in Four Seasons News, and explained seriously: "The reporter owns the interview The right to independently collect news materials through all legal means without illegal interference. The interviewees have limited interview rights, such as the right to reputation and privacy. The interviewees have no legal obligation to accept interviews, and they also There are many restrictions on national public rights laws."

Song Xinci nodded, looked around, saw a few cars passing by occasionally on the road, and sighed: "You are the only reporter."

Xia Yao is used to it: "I follow the social news."

Song Xinci released Xia Yao's press card: "I remembered what an author I really liked said that people would rather care about a bad film actor's eating, drinking, and trivial matters than understand the turbulent inner world of an ordinary person. "

"Ordinary world." Xia Yao smiled: "Watching gossip is a pastime, and ordinary people are unfamiliar to everyone. Except for relatives and friends, how can others pay attention to it? Every day, the life of ordinary people is written in newspapers, eat breakfast, eat lunch, eat dinner, go to school, get married and have children, etc., like a running account, this is not the case for most people, including you and me Well, I am already very familiar with the boring trajectory, who wants to see it, and how can he easily tell me, who is unfamiliar to him, in his heart, even if he is willing to tell, how can he be very good Describe the complex heart of human beings, a higher animal."

Song Xinci looked at Xia Yao and praised: "Sure enough, he is a reporter. His thoughts are very deep."

Xia Yao changed the subject: "Social news still attracts a lot of attention. Everyone is working hard towards a more harmonious and civilized society. It's just not easy to cut in by paying attention to strangers in life. Right, news is needed at this time. Now, pay attention to the facts, denounce the crime, reflect on yourself, and promote progress."

Song Xinci half-closed his eyes: "Sister Yao, have you joined the party yet?"

Xia Yao stuck out her tongue: "The Communist Youth League."

At this time, there was a muffled sound and a sudden brake on the other side of the road.

The two turned their heads at the same time, a car accident occurred, and someone was hit.

Song Xinci hurried over.

The driver didn't get out of the car, Xia Yao raised the camera and quickly snapped a picture of the license plate number.

There were more than one meter of blood on the ground. Song Xinci felt the injured person's pulse and breathing, and quickly checked whether there was any foreign object in the injured person's mouth. Suddenly, the injured woke up in pain.

Xia Yao played 120 first and then 122 next to her.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Yao ran to a big potted plant in front of the court, tore off a few wooden sticks, then ran back to the wounded, took off her thin coat, and probably fixed the injured's fracture.They did not dare to move the injured in a large arc, for fear of causing secondary damage.

The wounded man didn't look big or small. There was a circle of green stubble under his nose. He looked like a high school student. He was wearing jeans and a gray T-shirt. He was covered in blood, and he could see a puncture on his calf. bone.

Song Xinci's face was pale.

Xia Yao glanced at her: "Don't look if you're afraid."