We didn't escape the seven-year itch

The next day Song Mingke really had a stomach ache and lay on the bed with a pale face.

Chu Yi looked at Song Mingke's face, and wanted to say "Who told you to eat spicy food and drink ice yesterday" or "I have a bad stomach and didn't pay attention", but he couldn't even say a word of reproach.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is his problem, he broke his promise, he made Song Mingke wronged, he made Song Mingke sad, he didn't take good care of Song Mingke...

He wanted to take Song Mingke to the hospital, but Song Mingke insisted on not going, just nestled under the quilt, showing a pale face, "I know my own problems, I don't want to go to the hospital."

Chu Yi had no choice but filled a hand warmer to cover Song Mingke's stomach, and cooked white porridge for Song Mingke.

Song Mingke ate something, took stomach medicine, slept for half the morning, slowly recovered, and sat on the bed with a computer to write his resume.

Chu Yi raised his hand and straightened the pillow behind Song Mingke, "Are you really going to find a job?"

"Yeah." Song Mingke nodded, and looked at the resume on the screen again.

Chu Yi looked at Song Mingke who was concentrating on writing his resume, but felt a little sad.

He felt that Song Mingke was not what he said at all, and he didn't want to stay at home alone to find a job.It's just that what Chu's mother said that day was always the same. Song Mingke didn't have a job.Although they didn't say it clearly, they were inseparable.

Song Mingke sighed while writing.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yi asked him.

"Chu Yi, I must find a job this time, please take a look at my resume for me."

Chu Yi took Song Mingke's computer and sat by the bed to look at it. Song Mingke's graduation school is a good school, but he has graduated for so many years, but he has no work experience. He looks like a fresh graduate, but he is no longer a young man in his early 20s. up.

Chu Yi modified it and handed it to Song Mingke, "Have you figured out where to go?"

"No...but try to find someone who can match you." Song Mingke shook his head.

"It's okay, I can afford you." Chu Yi pinched Song Mingke's cheek and smiled.

"Is it better that I earn more than you sometimes?" Song Mingke also smiled, "If it doesn't work, I'll set up a painting booth under the overpass and earn money to support you."

"Okay." Chu Yi nodded.Slowly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, Song Mingke finally smiled sincerely for the whole day.

Song Mingke picked up the computer, cast more than a dozen shares like looking for a needle in a haystack, and then waited long and torturously...

Chu Yi watched Song Mingke finish submitting his resume and took away his computer, "Don't look at it, just take a rest."

Song Mingke leaned against the head of the bed, raised her hand and patted the empty bed beside her, "You stay with me."

Chu Yi nodded, put the computer aside, picked out "The Little Prince" from the bookshelf in the study room, held up the book and asked, "Do you want to listen?"

Song Mingke nodded.

"...That's nothing, anyway, my place is very small.

He looked a little sad, and said again: Even if you keep running, you won't run far..."

When Chu Yi stopped, Song Mingke was already asleep, leaning on his shoulder and tilting her head.

They used to do this a lot in college.In the afternoon, on a sunny day, he would read something to Song Mingke, sometimes novels, sometimes some professional books, just read something casually, and Song Mingke just listened to something casually, and then Song Mingke would rely on fell asleep on his shoulder.

The little prince's planet is very small, and the lamb will never get lost.

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone.