Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After the bell rang, the boy sleeping by the window still didn't move.

I just adjusted my position slightly and continued to sleep.

The ten minutes between classes is considered an intermission.

Ten minutes later there will be another forty-five minutes of boring historical introduction, and everyone needs to continue to work hard to listen.

The girl took the notebook, closed it, and then began to look at the boy in the row in front of her openly.

After looking fascinated, someone suddenly walked by and sat directly next to the young man.

After taking off her coat and putting down her schoolbag, Yun Si glanced at the girl.

The girl immediately lowered her head in a hurry, not daring to look at her.

Yun Si raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Take the book out of your bag, put it on the table, and open it.

Just in time, the school bell rang.

Yun Si glanced at the snow falling outside the window, and then touched the boy who was lying on the table.

The young man moved and hummed twice.

Lying on his arms, squinting his eyes, he turned to look at Yun Si.

Like a cat that has been woken up, it is still lazy and even a little temperamental.

He grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it.

Approaching her, eyes half-opened, voice soft,

"Your hands are very cold."

He took a breath of hot breath and warmed her up.

He even put her hand on her belly and covered it completely.

Yun Si patted his shoulder and motioned for him to sit up straight.

"It's snowing outside, so there's some wind," she said.

"You fell asleep again and didn't take notes in class?"

He sat up lazily, sitting side by side with her, resting his head on her shoulder, and hummed lowly,

"I'm sleepy, I don't want to remember."

He lowered his eyes, played with her hand, and yawned.

A thin layer of mist appeared under his eyes, making his already soft eyes even softer.

Creamy and extremely beautiful.

Yun Si lowered her head and kissed him, curling her lips.

She didn't speak anymore, but opened his book and looked at the podium.

From time to time, write a few sentences with a pen, which is the key point.

The boy leaned quietly on her shoulder and continued to nap with his eyes squinted.

Snowflakes fill the sky outside the window, and the time inside the house is quiet,

Everything seems to be full of hope.

When the winter vacation comes, the Spring Festival is coming soon.

Every time this time comes, Zhou Simin will buy a lot of new year's goods and go home, and will clean the house thoroughly.

During the Chinese New Year this year, Zhou Simin became particularly busy as the unit was busy settling various accounts.

In order to reduce her burden, Yun Si proposed to clean up the house with Song Jing.

Song Jing didn't have any objections, whatever she said was what she said.

After Zhou Simin went to work, Song Jing silently moved some heavy objects out.

Yun Si is responsible for organizing and cleaning the house.

It was snowing outside, and Song Jing went out wearing a blue down jacket and a plush hat, carrying three bags of garbage.

Go downstairs, turn left, and walk along the sidewalk to find the trash cans set up in the community.

The boy threw away the trash and walked back.

When he reached the entrance of the corridor, a shadow suddenly blocked his face.

He lowered his head and walked to the left, and the shadow followed suit.

He goes to the right, and the person blocking him also goes to the right.

The young man pursed his lips and raised his eyes.

After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, his pupils shrank.

Almost subconsciously, he took a step back.

He looked at the visitor in silence, his fingers slightly clenched into fists.

"Long time no see, my son."

The middle-aged man with a hideous scar in front of him smiled and stepped forward.

He was dragging a large sack in his hand, which seemed to be his luggage.

The original murderer, he was released after serving his sentence.