3 shaku

"Hello?" It's not urgent, and young people nowadays generally don't need to call. Song Shu was inexplicably uneasy: "Huahua?"

She walked towards the balcony while talking, closed the door after entering, and leaned her back against the guardrail. The night wind rolled up the money plants and ivy in the flower pot, and wrapped them around her thighs, spreading a slight itchiness.

Duan He's voice was made a little awkward by the wind: "Shu Shu, Han Ning has returned to China, she just finished eating with us."

An ice flood raid smashed the calm ice surface.

Song Shu looked at the chattering and laughing group of people in the room, her eyes lost focus, and she repeated subconsciously: "Han Ning has returned to China."

There are all kinds of beings, but she is the only one who stands alone, and what remains in her eyes is the ruins after the flames burned the old capital, and the ashes are flying, covering the blue sky for thousands of miles.

Duan He was silent. Most of the friends in the circle knew that they were together back then. Everyone thought that they would go to the end, and they even broke up. Some friends' relationship became very tense because of this. Song Shu also...

It wasn't until Han Ning went abroad that the matter came to an end, but now, she has returned to China.

Shen Xizhou, who returned to the living room, peeped at Song Shu from time to time, her figure looked very thin under the light of the balcony, why didn't she come back for so long?

Really worried about her, Shen Xizhou withdrew from the excitement.

"Bah bah." The glass door of the balcony was knocked twice, Song Shu raised his head, his hands trembling slightly while holding the phone.

"Are you okay?" Shen Xizhou said silently.

Song Shu understood, nodded and signaled her to go back.

A glass door separated the joys and sorrows in their hearts.

Shen Xizhou shook his head, like a green bamboo, tall and tall, with a strong autumn color in his eyes.

She knew that Song Shu was sad, so she asked again: "Are you okay?"

Song Shu was disturbed by the news of Han Ning's return, because of her concern, the dull pain came late, almost choked up.

Shen Xizhou didn't wait for her answer, but what he saw was an increasingly hurt look on her face, very similar to the cat she met abandoned by its owner on the way home, timidly curled up on the side of the street, looking at strangers with wet eyes.

She stretched out her hand and put it on the handle of the glass door, but did not move.

On the other end of the phone, Duan He hurriedly said: "She's here, I'll call later, bye."

"Beep—" There was a busy tone.

Song Shu put the phone back into her pocket, and moved her fingertips forward, tracing the contours of Shen Xizhou's facial features in the void, and finally stopped at the same position as her hand, she silently recited: Xizhou.

"Wow." Shen Xizhou opened the door and walked in, then closed it again, and she approached Song Shu.

Song Shu could not retreat, his eyes were filled with water, and he shouted timidly: "Xizhou..."

Shen Xizhou suddenly strode forward, hugged her forcefully, and a clear and powerful voice reached her ears: "I'm here."

The bitterness and resentment hidden in the bottom of Song Shu's heart burst, she cried out sobbingly, Shen Xizhou's heart was pulled together when she heard it, and she let her emotions break down, crying wet her heart.

After a few minutes, Song Shu gradually regained his composure. She relaxed her hand holding Shen Xizhou's clothes, and the corners of her eyes were shining.

Shen Xizhou took out the handkerchief from his trouser pocket, and wiped off the remaining tears on Song Shu's face. The color of the clothes in the center of her chest was darker than other parts, which was very obvious.

Song Shu shyly said, "I'm sorry for staining your clothes."

Shen Xizhou was worried about how to change the subject, so he smiled and said, "Then pay me a new one. When you are free, let's go shopping for clothes."

After finishing speaking, she rubbed Song Shu's head and revealed what happened just now.

Song Shu patted her hand away: "It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, I'll rub and chop your paws again, and wait for the first holiday after school."

Shen Xizhou hugged himself tightly, trembling: "You are so fierce."

Song Shu stared at her for three seconds, before bursting into laughter: "You are the fierce one."

Bad mood, slowly getting better.

When Shen Xiangsi found out that Shen Xizhou and Song Shu were not there, she suddenly said to herself: "Second sister likes Teacher Song."

Suddenly, there was a deathly silence in her ears, and the others all stopped and sat around her.

Shen Xiangsi picked up the cushion as a defensive weapon: "Why don't you guys talk?"

She didn't know what the words she said meant. Friends who were close to Shen Xizhou had privately speculated about her feelings for Song Shu, but the person involved didn't express his position for a day, and they knew it all day.

She accidentally said it today, breaking the balance of "respect for personal privacy and curiosity" they maintained.

"Then do you think Teacher Song likes Xizhou?" After a stalemate for a while, Xia Yubing asked them what was in their hearts. Everyone felt a sense of tension and excitement of gathering people to plot bad things.

"I like it." Shen Xiangsi was puzzled, why they asked such a simple question, isn't it obvious?

Tan Yubing grabbed a roll of playing cards and handed it to her as a microphone: "Please start your speech... wait a minute." She suddenly changed color: "What kind of like do you mean?"

"Sister Chenhun's liking for her elder sister, the liking of wanting to hug, hold hands, and kiss each other." Everyone suddenly realized that the eyes they looked at Ran Chenhun were the same as those of comrades who were going through life and death.

Ran Chenwan sat aside a little, and lazily leaned into Shen Nanfeng's arms.

"Teacher Song treats the second sister differently from us. She has light in her eyes when she sees the second sister."

"Last winter, my sister and I floated across the green lake at night, the sky and the water met, and it was dark all night. We rowed to the small pavilion in the lake, and the watchman brought up a lantern to guide us across."

"The light in Teacher Song's eyes is the same as the lamp in the middle of the lake that night, and it was only lit for the second sister."

The language gives people infinite associations. They were impressed by the poetic metaphor of Shen Acacia, and they realized the meaning of it almost at the same time.

"What are you talking about?" When Song Shu and Shen Xizhou packed up and walked in, they happened to see their serious expressions as if they were holding some kind of international conference.

"Talking about life." Nan Sang casually made an excuse, and the few people dispersed naturally, too guilty to look at them.

"I smell a hint of conspiracy." Song Shu tugged on Shen Xizhou's sleeve.

Shen Xizhou raised his eyebrows, and lowered his voice defensively: "They want to take my country."

"Tch." Song Shu gave her a white look, and suddenly became playful.

She took advantage of the opportunity to push Shen Xizhou onto the sofa, knelt between her legs with one leg, and looked at her indifferently: "Concubine Shen, you will sleep with me tonight."

Shen Xizhou leaned back, watching her lips move, her throat swallowed, her gaze moved up, and she met Song Shu's gaze.

Her eyes are very dark, almost pure black, hiding a small universe.

Staring at each other for too long would cause trouble, Song Shu's heart beat rapidly, her ears felt hot and weak, she coughed, turned her head unnaturally, and just wanted to get up and sit down.

Suddenly, the center of gravity changed, and she was pulled into his arms by Shen Xizhou, with the warm and fragrant nephrite under her body, she was so nervous that she stammered: "What...why?"

Without raising her head, she could imagine the expressions of the other people looking at them, they must have been shocked.

Shen Xizhou chuckled in her ear: "Accommodating Your Majesty."

Don't use such a cold and abstinent tone, and say such words that make people think about it!Song Shu got up in a hurry, and fled under the ambiguous eyes of a group of people.

She went straight to the inside, looking for a place to hide, unscrewed a door and was about to walk in, and then backed out immediately, with a solemn expression.

"Has the teacher entered Voldemort's den by mistake? His expression is so heavy." Nan Sang commented.

Shen Xizhou sat up straight, straightened his slightly messy clothes, and replied slowly: "That's my room."

The rest of the people mourned for Song Shu, it would be better to break into Voldemort's den.

The author has something to say: The scum girl's predecessor has returned to China, and she will appear later.