So every time Xin Xiaoxiao comes to him for lunch, he is not so reluctant...

Then he could go out to eat, and his mother called to ask him why he didn't eat nutritious meals. He also had an excuse to take Xin Xiaoxiao out for dinner.

So... the existence of that dead girl is not useless?

Qiu Yang said: "Auntie cares about you too."

"That is." Xiang Yi nodded lightly.

The two of you chatted with each other, not mentioning the past or the future, but the present, and soon arrived at Qingfengyuan.

After getting out of the car, Qiu Yang stood outside the door, holding the door with his hand, and said to Xiang Yi lightly: "It's too late, I won't call you to sit in."

Xiang Yiqing smiled, "rest early."

Qiu Yang nodded, "Well, pay attention to safety on your way."

Then she closed the door, took two steps back, and watched Xiang Yiqing's car start.

A pair of delicate Danfeng eyes under her glasses flashed with a slight smile, reflected in the moonlight, and the eyes were extremely shiny.

After a long time, Xiang Yiqing's car had disappeared from her sight. She raised her hand and muttered in her mouth: "Yiqing, see you tomorrow."

...

Their home is also the old mansion of the military and political compound, so it is not far from the old city.

But he still feels too pure alone, and pure makes him feel bored.

‘In this quiet night, is there a former him who suddenly broke into your mind and suddenly made you dream, or... Is there such a song that reminds you of me suddenly...’

Xiang Yiqing stretched out his hand and turned on the radio. The voice of the anchor at night always infiltrated people's hearts uniquely and cleanly, bringing people into that unspeakable state.

Following the host's melancholic introduction, a familiar melody that can no longer be familiar slowly sounded.

The light goes out

The moon is a lonely eye

Quietly watching

Sleepless

A familiar song from afar

...

Is there such a song that will make you remember me in your heart

Is there such a song that will let you follow gently

Is there such a song that makes you suddenly think of me

By the way, I don't know if the girl's cold is better.

Xiang Yiqing listened to the familiar old song, followed by humming, and suddenly thought of Xin Xiaoxiao in distraction.

She even thought about her cold.

Xiang Yiqing, you really are looking for a torturous type, forget how bad that dead girl is.

He shook his head, threw Xin Xiaoxiao out of his mind, stepped on the accelerator foot, pressed down a little bit, accelerated the car, and drove on a spacious night road with few cars.

...

Not going to the morning shift, Xiang Yiqing didn't arrive at the hospital until about ten o'clock.

He was wearing a thin white sweater and dark blue jeans. He was very trimmed, and he pulled each of them extraordinarily high.

Xin Xiaoxiao followed him all the way. When he arrived at the door of his clinic, she was about to open the door and go in. She speeded up her pace slightly, and reached behind him and knocked on his shoulder.

Then she squatted down and hid.

Xiang Yi turned his head and saw no one. He was puzzled. He glanced casually and caught a small figure squatting on the ground.

He lowered his eyes and met Xin Xiaoxiao's hippie smile.

Today, Xin Xiaoxiao is wearing an orange long-sleeved dress with a lace collar and her hair tied up.

Both in terms of face and spirit, they are much better than yesterday.

"Brother Xiang."

To the clear and clear eyes of Yiqing, Xin Xiaoxiao called him sweetly.

Then stretched out his hand, ready to help him up.