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Just as he was about to take a step in the past, song Manxi had turned around. Through the yellow street lamp, he saw her face in an instant. There were tears on her small face.

Unspeakable grievances.

The tip of her nose is red. She probably cried. But in a flash, she lowered her head again and kicked something on the ground with one foot again and again.

That is an action she often does when she is alone on the roadside. She is a person who can't spare time. When meditating, she must have something to help.

For example, if she thought about a difficult topic before, the pen in her hand would be turned left and right, hung on her ear for a while, and scratched her hair for a while. Seeing here, Jun Xiao's heart tightened.

The river is windy, and her figure is so thin.

At that moment, he really felt that he had never felt guilty and distressed.

But reason also came back in an instant. He grabbed his fist, and the steps he wanted to take out were forcibly pulled back. He frowned. He still decided to call song Qianqian, who happened to come to T city to shoot today, and thought that maybe their sisters could have something to say.

Better than he used to be.

Then he continued to follow her and watched her sit down on the white floor tile outside the fountain pool, holding her jaw in a daze with red eyes.

In the distance, there came a song he was very familiar with, that is, the Gardenia bloom sung by the tramp. The melody brought his memory back to that autumn, the tall banyan trees, melodious music, falling leaves, and the long haired girl pushing the bicycle in the beautiful light, as well as the faint and gently rippling feelings.

But there was such a distance between the two people. The mood is different in different scenes.

Finally, he didn't expect that when he stopped listening to the music, he was in a trance. After he recovered, she disappeared. When he found her again in the crowd, the girl ran to play with a gun.

He stood in the crowd and looked at her. He watched her skillful movements, loaded, pulled the trigger, and the balloons burst one after another. Her hit rate was really high, which made Jun Xiao look at her with new eyes.

But what was lost was that she didn't know that she had learned so much.

It was also at that moment that he deeply realized that the little princess of the Song family really grew up at that time.

......

In the box, song Manxi was sleeping deeply, his small head was buried under his arm, his whole face could not be seen clearly, the red wine at the table was still there, and only half a bottle was left in the wine bottle.

He sighed. Fortunately, it was only some low-grade wine, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. However, the wine capacity of this little thing really made people dare not compliment.

The sound of shallow breathing came. In the quiet air, Jun Xiao was distracted again.

Then, he walked slowly, gently opened the chair, sat down in front of her, looked at her hair top with his eyes down. He stretched out his hand like a devil, gently touched the hair on her top, touched his nerve with a soft touch, and made his voice as gentle as water: "sissy, what should I do with you?"

Song Manxi, who was sleeping, naturally didn't hear it, but someone touched her head. She may have noticed it. After whining, Jun Xiao immediately withdrew his hand in a panic. For fear that she would suddenly wake up and find something wrong with herself, she was calm. She saw no sign of waking up. She just grabbed her face and tilted her head to continue sleeping.

This little girl.

Jun Xiao lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth could not help bending a beautiful arc.