After the apocalypse, the flower of Kaolin who saved her secret love

When he returned to the room, Wen didn't know that he was washing Song Shu's face. The other party saw him and said, "Baby, why did you come back? Song Yuying dragged you to talk about it for so long."

With Song Shu's eyes closed, he wiped his face with a towel, rubbed his face back and forth, and called Song Baobao vaguely: "Brother Baby..."

Song Baobao went over and rubbed his head, while talking to Wen I don't know: "I didn't say anything."

Wen didn't know that he didn't want to say anything, so he said oh and didn't ask again.

Baby Song took a shower at noon, changed his clothes and sat on the bedside after a brief wash. He applied the medicine honestly, and frowned and breathed out from the pain. The wound on the gland was treated and bandaged simply, without any stickers to restrain it. Paste - that thing is too tight, not suitable for the wound to heal.

Wen didn't know that he was taking a bath, while Song Shu was obediently lying on the bed, and Baby Song told himself stories.

Song Baobao looked at the phonetic fairy tale book that the other party had stuffed into her, blinked her eyes, and read with a blank expression and tone of voice——

He hardly ever went to school, only Chang Ye once taught him at home, so he couldn't recognize all the characters, and he was secretly relieved to see the pinyin in the book.

Song Shu was drowsy after being read a few words by him, and he fell asleep before finishing a page of a fairy tale. Baby Song put the book next to his pillow and went back to his bed.

He was dazed by the dim light of the small solar desk lamp. After a while, he suddenly found his satchel from the cabinet, and then he found his small diary layer by layer. He tore off a page neatly and carefully flattened it Put it on the table.

Xie Zhe said, you can try to chase him.

To chase someone, you have to write a love letter, and you have to give a gift...

So Wen didn't know when he came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, and saw Baby Song squatting beside the edge of the bed in pajamas, writing something awkwardly on his stomach. Gauze, the opponent's back is thin, and the spine protrudes when bent.

However, Wen didn't know the smell of smoke that hadn't dissipated, and his face suddenly sank. He reached out and touched Baby Song on the back of the neck. : "...?"

Wen didn't know how to withdraw his hand, and said in a nonchalant tone as much as possible: "How is the injury in the back of your neck?"

"I have the medicine for removing scars, I will bring you some tomorrow."

Baby Song touched the gauze, pursed his lips and smiled indistinctly, then turned back to continue when he saw that he had nothing else to do, and said, "It's okay, it's almost over."

Wen didn't know how to be a little unhappy: "It doesn't matter why, there...forget it."

Baby Song stood up and went to the cabinet to get pens of other colors. When she noticed that he was depressed, she gave him a strange look: "What's wrong with you, why are you angry?"

"Do you think I shouldn't be angry?" Song Baobao didn't ask, Wen Buzhi might digest it by himself, when the other party asked such a puzzled question, Wen Buzhi became even more angry, he grabbed the opponent's hand, Song Baobao had to stop look at him.

"Aren't we friends? Why don't you tell me when you're being bullied? Why don't you think it's okay when you get hurt? Why don't you even want to take medicine..."

"You take me..." He changed his words, "What do you take us for?"

"You think I'm unreliable and untrustworthy, don't you?"

Song Baobei was stunned by his yelling, his lips moved for a while, and he murmured: "...No."

Whether it was the Zhou sisters who didn't know the truth, the calm Xie Zhe, or the older and tolerant Song Yuying, they tolerated Song Baobao's previous behavior.

Wen didn't know the difference. He was the youngest among all the people. He was outgoing, affectionate and righteous, and he couldn't hide things in his heart.

He tore off that layer of skin and questioned Song Baobao, but he became the one who forced the other party to face up to the problem.

Song Baobao didn't know how to explain it. Xie Zhe was right, no matter what his starting point was, what he actually did was to put his distrust in front of others.

Song Shu was disturbed, turned over and made a noise, and fell asleep again.

Wen didn't know that he closed his mouth subconsciously, and seeing Song Baobao's pale face and depressed expression, he realized that his reaction was too violent——

Obviously, Song Yuying and the others reminded him not to be in a hurry, Song Baobao is soft but not hard, and the other party is also under a lot of psychological pressure.

He let out an "uh", slowed down his voice, and came back bluntly: "I'm sorry, baby, I've been too busy in the infirmary these days, so I'm a little stressed, I'm annoyed, and I couldn't control my temper for a while."

"I don't blame..."

But Song Baobao suddenly said softly: "I'm sorry. You are right... It was originally my problem, and I can be blamed."

He was prepared to be blamed and left, but no.

Everyone was thinking of him, not blaming him, but he felt even more uncomfortable.

"It won't be like this next time." He tried to laugh, but his voice was a little choked up, "I'm sorry... I actually like you very much, I just..."

Wen didn't know that he was confused, he had never seen Song Baobao like this, he was at a loss for a while, he touched the corner of the other's wet eyes with the back of his hand: "Don't cry... why are you crying, everyone likes you very much, we are together in the doomsday You've lived until now, haven't you?"

Song Baobei was a little embarrassed, turned his head awkwardly, and wiped away his tears.

He didn't know why he was crying all of a sudden... Even though he was several years older than Wen, he wanted him to comfort him.

He made a nasal "hmm".

Wen didn't know heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered that the other party said "I actually like you very much", his throat was itchy, he coughed, and suddenly shouted: "Baby."

Baby Song looked at him suspiciously.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the phrase "I like you very much, too". Finally, he held back for a long time and said dryly, "My... er, what were you doing just now?"

"Huh?" Song Baobei reacted for a while, then turned to see the scattered notebooks, cards and pens of various colors on the bed, and suddenly remembered that he had got half of the things, "...I am writing something."

Wen didn't know how to get interested, so he leaned closer: "What are you writing? I can help. I'm from the school's literature club. My writing is very good. The seniors often ask me to help write love letters or something."

Baby Song couldn't help asking him when he heard the back, "Really?"

Seeing that he finally regained his emotions and let go of the stone in his heart, Wen didn't know that he had just made someone cry, and now he was looking for an opportunity to express himself, so he said immediately: "Of course! Tell me, what did you write?"

Song Baobao hesitated for a while, and said tactfully, "I want to write to Xie Zhe."

letter?For Xie Zhe?Isn't that...

Wen didn't know his expression froze: "Love letter?"

"...That's right." Song Baobao asked him with eyes fluttering, "Can't you?"

"I'm not very good at writing, I don't know what other people write, and I don't know how much to write, and... I haven't read much, and I can't write a lot of words..."

I haven't read the book... plus the other party's tone of frustration...

Wen didn't know that he immediately had countless reveries about Song Baobao's life experience, and his love and affection suddenly arose, and he replied: "It's okay, why not."

"How much have you written now?"

Song Baobao handed him the paper, and Wen Buzhi almost choked on his breath, only to see that there were only two lines written on the paper——

The first line, "To Xie Zhe".

The second line, "Hello".

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Baobao said disappointedly: "I don't know what to write, and my handwriting is not good-looking."

I don't know the text: ...

He looked at the crooked font like a dog crawling on it, and at Song Baobao's downcast eyes, betraying his conscience: "It's pretty good, it's very clear."

"As for the content, you just confess to him." Wen Zhizhi said again, "If there is anything else, just praise the other party, and add some literary sentences and poems or something."

Baby Song seemed to understand but nodded.

Wen didn't know how to tell him this and that, and finally flipped through a collection of modern poetry and threw it to him.

Song Baobei was squatting beside the bed to write, Wen Zhi didn't go over to read the content, but sat beside him and watched him, and finally didn't say anything, when Song Baobei was distressed while scratching his hair and biting the pen, he laughed.

The next day, Song Baobao stopped Xie Zhe with two big dark circles under his eyes, and without saying a word, he stuffed him with a poorly made envelope with a red heart painted on it.

Xie Zhe looked at the crumpled thing in his hand: "What is this?"

Baby Song spat out two words: "...a love letter."

Xie Zhe raised his eyebrows, opened the letter in front of him, looked at it with a glance, and his expression became more and more strange.

He asked, "Who taught you to write?"