Strolling through the alley.

The road is not spacious, the snow on the ground has been shoveled to both sides, and another layer has fallen. Footprints of all sizes have been stepped on, leaving many traces.

Her hair was blown into a mess, and a little fell on her face. A bit of hair in the afterglow was stained with snowflakes. She stared at her for a few seconds before melting into water.

"Brother, are you going to the beautiful sister's house? I saw you two last time."

"Um."

"Brother, can you give me a flower to my beautiful sister? She is so beautiful, I like her very much, and I will marry her in the future."

"cannot."

"Why?"

"Because we are rivals."

The young and mature voices fall together in the wind and snow, intertwining each other.

It's a different kind of fun.

Si Sheng walked to the corner, stopped and looked around.

At the door of the store, a little boy of five or six years old was sitting on a bench, holding a rose in his hand. He raised his head and looked at the tall and upright man standing in front of him.

"Oh." The boy nodded, expressing his understanding. Then his dark eyes rolled and asked in a crisp voice, "Then have you given her flowers?"

The man didn't answer, as if he had a premonition, suddenly raised his eyes and looked here.

It happened to meet Si Sheng's exploring sight.

The messy snowflakes were dancing, and Si Sheng handed over a teasing look.

Ling Xize smiled.

Next, he took out a flying toy the size of his palm, and spent about half a minute to touch it, and exchanged the roses that the child originally wanted to give to Si Sheng in front of Si Sheng.

Ling Xize walked over, holding a rose in one hand and the soy sauce in the bag in the other hand, without changing his face and walking over without any guilt.

"Send it to you."

As he approached, he handed the coaxed rose to Si Sheng.

Si Sheng looked at him quietly, but didn't answer, "childish."

Looking down at her, Ling Xize bent her lips, "Don't?"

“Hands cold.”

Si Sheng turned around and left.

Ling Xize chuckled, held the rose and followed her.

After walking for a while, Si Sheng Yu Guang hit the soy sauce he brought in diagonally, squinted his eyes, "How do you know there is no soy sauce at home?"

"What your grandfather said."

Si Sheng paused and turned around, "Didn't he delete your contact information?"

With a flash of eyes, Ling Xize raised his eyelids and said calmly: "I took the initiative to contact him, and I'll have it again."

"Is that true?"

Si Sheng's suspicious eyes floated away from him.

Ling Xize curled her lips and let her look at her without changing her face.

So he didn't see anything. Si Sheng shrugged, stopped pursuing it, turned around and continued to move forward.

...

After returning home, Yi Zhongzheng heard the movement and immediately called Ling Xize into the bedroom.

Si Sheng originally wanted to accompany him to see what was going on, and he had to come to Ling Xize.

As a result, before she stepped into the door, Yi Zhongzheng looked over, raised his hand and signaled her to get out.

“…”

As the granddaughter, Si Sheng was treated unhappy and glared at Ling Xize.

Ling Xize was glared at her, very innocent, and blinked at her, feeling a little amused and crying.

Although he had "colluded" with the old man in private, Yi Zhongzheng came to him this time, and he didn't know why, let alone what he could not say in front of Si Sheng.

He is really innocent.

"Bang."

The door was closed by Si Sheng.

The sound was obviously covered with a little discomfort.

Yi Zhongzheng was lying weakly on the bed, staring at Ling Xize with his eyes, his voice was mute, "I can't let her know about this."

Hearing his cautious tone, Ling Xize's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and his expression was a little rigorous.

Yi Zhongzheng said: "If things don't develop to that point, she will never know in her life."

...

The door has good sound insulation effect, and Si Sheng can't hear the dialogue inside.

There was nothing to do. She wandered around the living room for a few blandness, wandered into the kitchen, watching the aunt bought unwashed fruit, her eyes moved slightly, curled her lips, and then slowly rolled up her sleeves.

A few minutes later, Si Sheng held a basin of washed fruit and knocked on the door of Yi Zhongzheng's bedroom.

Knock, knock, knock.

She kept knocking boredly until the door was opened by Ling Xize.

Ling Xize only opened the door a little, covering the crack of the door. Si Sheng couldn't even look in, and his eyes were full of Ling Xize's figure.

Ling Xize curled his lips with a funny look, "What's the matter?"

“Send some fruit.”

Si Sheng twitched his eyebrows slightly, and his fingers tapped the glass basin, making a crisp sound of dinging bells.

"You're so kind."

Ling Xize took the fruit from her hand naturally.

Si Sheng lifted his eyelids upwards.

Ling Xize blocked her tightly, and her smile on her lips became stronger, "Go and rest. Here is the door, I will enter later."

“…”

Si Sheng turned around and left.

It was seen from her back that she was full of dissatisfaction, and Ling Xize couldn't help but laugh.

I have always had no water on my fingers, so I felt it was troublesome to wash fruits. Now I consciously wash the fruits and send them here in person. What is the meaning of it?

However, she was completely written on her face, without any tranquility, indifference, laziness, and more moving, cute, and as vivid as many years ago.

pity……

This time I can't do what she wants.

Holding the fruit, Ling Xize turned back to the bedroom.

...

It was rare to wash fruits once, but before she could succeed, Si Sheng stopped tormenting and returned to her bedroom.

The bedroom, which was previously covered with books, seemed narrow and cramped, was suddenly much spacious because it moved out more than 30 sets of books at one time.

The extra books can be placed on the bookshelf one by one, and they can be placed just in time.

Looking around, the bedroom is exactly the same as many years ago, without any change. It seems that once you step into the door, you can go back to your student days at any time.

Walking to the bookshelf, Si Sheng selected a complete set of comic books, put them on the desk, and found a useful signature pen from the pen holder, sat down, and signed at the desk.

She still owes Ling Xize a set of books.

At hand, there was a cartoon that Tao Lele gave her, with red pens on it, and it was filled with dense marks.

*

Ling Xize and Yi Zhongzheng don’t know what they are talking about.

They talked for two full hours.

From the dull sky to the darkness of the evening.

Two hours later, Ling Xize walked out of the door with a file bag, thick and didn't know what it contained inside.

He looked around the living room and saw no one. The bedroom door was open and empty, but he heard a little movement in the kitchen.

In the kitchen?

Ling Xize was quite surprised and placed the file bag on the sofa, then walked into the kitchen.
To be continued...