Dear Mr. Shi

Standing at the door of the back building, Song Qinghuan took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

After a while, the door of the room was opened. Shi Yuhan was standing at the door, still wearing the house clothes just now. He seemed to be working, holding a few sheets of printing paper in his hand.

He turned his body sideways and said softly: "Come in."

Song Qinghuan nodded. Just stepping forward, Zi Shi ran towards her. After Shi Yuhan closed the door, he said, "You and Zi Shi are playing in the living room for a while."

It means he has something to be busy.

"Okay!" Song Qinghuan bent over, reached out and touched Zishi's head, then opened the shoe cabinet to find slippers and exchange it.

Thinking of the last time she came, she seemed to have only one pair of shoes.

When she was about to close the shoe cabinet again, she was surprised to find a pair of pink ladies slippers inside the shoe cabinet.

When she came last time, she obviously didn't.

Song Qinghuan took out the shoes, raised them to Shi Yuhan who was about to enter the study, and asked, "Shi Yuhan, is this for me?"

Shi Yuhan glanced back and gave a faint "um" before pushing the door into the study.

Song Qing happily put on it, and when he wanted to carry the child with a smile, she found that the child was too heavy for her to hold her.

She pouted, but she was happy: "Zi Shi, you have gained weight again, you should lose weight."

Zishi seemed to understand what he was saying, and then shook his head severely.

It seems that it was because of playing outside on the grass for the past two days without taking a bath. The shaking was called dust flying.

Song Qinghuan raised her hand and patted it: "It's dirty, Zi Shi, go, I'll take a bath for you."

She is fine anyway. Instead of sitting in the living room alone, she can do things and time passes faster.

I seemed to like to take a bath very much. When I heard that I could take a bath, I screamed happily.

After Gangzishi took a shower, Song Qinghuan got wet all over.

She had to go to the bathroom in the bedroom on the second floor, and also gave herself a shower.

However, there was no change of clothes.

When she opened the wardrobe against the cold, it was all black and white, or beige. This dullness was like a person who protected against the cold, revealing the color of loneliness and abstinence.

Song Qinghuan looked for it, and saw a soft white T-shirt, as long as it fits, it looks like a nightdress, which is very good.

She went downstairs, sat on the sofa and watched TV with Zi Shi. When she saw Zi Shi, she was lying on the carpet. Song Qing smiled and sat cross-legged on the carpet, leaning against her refreshing Zi Shi who had taken a bath.

The carpet was warmed with geothermal heat. She looked at it and couldn't help lying down. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep like this.

Very strange, Song Qinghuan, who usually doesn't dream, fell asleep so warmly, but suddenly had a nightmare.

In a dream, she was standing in a misty valley surrounded by towering mountains. She looked up and clearly saw the top of the mountain covered with irises.

The wind blows the layers of red waves, which look gorgeous and coquettish.

When she saw Yuhan standing in the middle of the flowers, she was dressed in an ink-colored dress with a delicate and noble face.

"Time protects against the cold!" She waved to him happily.

Shi Yuhan smiled at her and suddenly flew towards her.

One was on the mountain and the other was under the mountain. At such a high mountain, Song Qinghuan was so frightened that he shouted desperately, "No, no!"

Sweating profusely, she struggled and woke up suddenly.