Song Xiang was sent to Hengshan Residence. He was exhausted all over. He lay down on the bed all of a sudden, and his mind was still a mess.
People have come back, but their souls still remain in Nancheng.
She wiped her face and fell asleep.
It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when I got home and I slept until three o'clock in the afternoon. Messages kept popping up.
My vision was still blurry, so I looked at my phone for a long time before I realized it was a message from Bo Zhan.
"Sister, it's my birthday, how about we go out and play together?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, got up in confusion, and replied: "Your birthday party?"
Bo Zhan: "I had a fight with my brother and I was too lazy to do anything."
Song Xiang grabbed a handful of hair and wanted to refuse rationally. This kid was Bo Siyan's younger brother, and she didn't want to have too much to do with him.
Just as he was hesitating, Bo Zhan sent a voice message.
When Song Xiang opened the door, he heard a muffled voice over there, a little depressed and a little aggrieved.
"My brother beat me because he didn't want others to see the joke."
Song Xiang was helpless, "Then I might have to laugh at you too."
Bo Zhan: "No, you don't dare, you are afraid of me."
Song Xiang: "..."
This kid is really... honest.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her mind a mess, and she forgot to close the door to the room. She looked into the living room, which was quiet, and even the sunlight didn't bother to shine in.
You have to clean up your mood, otherwise it will affect your work.
After thinking about it, I sent a voice message.
"Okay, then where shall we meet?"
"World Trade Center, it's lively there."
As expected, the child's emotions came and went quickly. Just now, his voice was still depressed. As soon as she agreed, his voice became a little more excited.
Song Xiang sighed and got up to clean himself up.
When I walked to the mirror, I found that my face looked as ugly as a ghost. No wonder Li Ying noticed it.
She patted her face, went in, took a shower, and put on light makeup.
I was a little hesitant when I was looking for clothes. I usually wear long sleeves and long trousers, but today when I saw Li Ying, I felt inexplicably upset. I am only twenty-five, why should I live like an old lady all day long.
With this thought in mind, I simply dug out the white shirt and denim shorts at the bottom of the box.
After cleaning up everything, I returned to the mirror and felt much better.
It was almost four o'clock. I opened the door and went out. The temperature was just right and the air was fresh.
The most important thing is that you no longer have to deal with the severe cold and feel relaxed both physically and mentally.
When I went downstairs, I was bouncing and I felt young.
She went out of her way to drive out, passed the gate, and reported the license plate number to the electronic security check. She didn't think she was particularly stupid.
The appointment with Bo Zhan was at 4:20. When she arrived, there were not many people around, and Bo Zhan was not seen around.
She ordered a cup of milk tea and sat down below the mall to wait. The air conditioner was at a low temperature, making her feel a little cold.
While I was rubbing my arms, suddenly a Pikachu came over to me, and it was all furry.
Song Xiang couldn't help but want to take action, but she guessed that the other person was going to the children's area, so she had to keep an eye on him.
However, the next second, Pikachu changed direction and sat down next to her.
Song Xiang was pleasantly surprised. She took a sip of milk tea and took a few secret glances.
She didn't watch many cartoons when she was a child. She only knew that this guy was called Pikachu. There was a movie a few years ago, and people around her called him a yellow-skinned mouse. She thought it was quite cute.
Just as he was secretly chuckling, Pikachu suddenly stood up, pulled a coat off the model next to him, and handed it directly to her.
Song Xiang was holding the milk tea, completely confused.