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Lu Gao's eyes widened suddenly: "But doesn't Xia Qingqi have a girlfriend?"

"Cheng Cheng?" Xu Ling motioned him to get closer, whispered to him, and told the truth.

Lu Gao looked shocked, Xu Ling joked: "Don't tell others."

"Don't talk, don't talk," Lu Gao hurriedly waved his hands, and finally said, "Then, brother Xu, you must be good!"

Xu Ling patted him on the shoulder: "You too."

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Xia Qingqi came back soon. On the night of his return, Xu Ling was cooking for him at home. He changed shifts specially, maybe because he was too focused on cooking, he didn't even know when Xia Qingqi was behind him.

Hugging him violently with both hands, Xu Ling was startled, the kitchen knife in his hand was unsteady, almost cutting his fingers.

The nose is full of pleasant plum blossom fragrance.

Xia Qingqi hurriedly helped him hold the knife, "Scared you?"

Xu Ling was really frightened and stared at him, "Why don't you say anything."

"I was wrong," Xia Qingqi hooked his chin and kissed him. Xu Ling obediently opened his lips slightly and kissed intimately. There was only the slight sound of water in the whole kitchen. When Xu Ling kissed, his ears would turn red , looks very cute.

In the end, I almost didn't have dinner. Xu Ling didn't know how to cook high-end dishes. He only cooked some home-cooked dishes, which were not very tasty. However, Xia Qingqi ate very happily. Xu Ling couldn't help but say, "Slow down."

Xia Qingqi came back for a day, and continued to catch up with the crew.

During the day, Xu Ling was in the cafe. There were not many people today, they were all chatting, Xu Ling's cell phone rang suddenly, and it was Xia Qingqi over there.

"Brother, help me get something," Xia Qingqi said, "I left the document in my room and forgot to bring it, can you get it for me?"

Xu Ling had no choice but to ask for leave temporarily, returned to the villa, and began to rummage in the house, looking for documents.

Xia Qingqi said it was at the bookcase, but she forgot which floor it was on. Xu Ling had to look for it floor by floor. Xia Qingqi had a lot of books, but others didn't like to read books, many of them were new.

After turning to the last layer, he saw the corner of the black folder.

"What are you doing here..." Xu Ling leaned over his chest and pulled it out, "It's on purpose that people can't find it."

With this movement, the contents inside were also pulled out, and a blue box the size of an A5 paper was overturned, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor, all of which were small notes.

Xu Ling sighed, squatted down, and went to pack the small box.

Suddenly his hand stopped.

He saw the writing on it—the writing that had faded with age.

Xu Ling's head was blank, and his hands almost trembled, unfolding the note.

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The autumn sun is always bleak, Xu Ling went outside for the first time, a public elementary school, the construction is very dilapidated, the playground is not paved with turf, Jiajia took his hand, a little timidly, said: "Brother, walk slowly .”

Xu Ling smiled and said, "We're going to school now."

Although Jiajia was younger than him, sometimes the orphanage didn't think too much about it. He and Xu Ling went to the first grade of elementary school together.A group of naughty eggs who climbed a tree to catch birds were suddenly ordered not to move for 45 minutes, and they felt very uncomfortable.