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Song Zhenzhen is a classmate of Jiang Xiaomi University, majoring in painting and photography.

Originally there was no intersection between the two people, but because of a photo affinity.

That day, Jiang Xiaomi went out to capture the scenery, but he caught song Zhenzhen, who was more beautiful than the scenery.

"I still have the picture you took for me." Song Zhenzhen bent a nice smile and said quietly.

But I'm sorry to see you scratch the back of my head It's all moldy. "

The basement has been dark and humid for many years. Those precious memories have absorbed the moisture and become gloomy. Some of them can't see what they are drawing, but she is not willing to throw any of them away.

"Musty? Do you mean no? "

Jiang Xiaomi twitched two corners of his mouth: "no, it's moldy. Remember what I told you last time about the hair growing on the steamed bread."

"Oh, the picture I sent you is hairy." It dawned on her.

Jiang Xiaomi stares at her and suddenly sighs.

Beauty, kindness, temperament, family background God almost gave her what he could, but he forgot to give her an important thing intelligence quotient.

Princess song: when she arrived half a year ago, she changed her real name.

After getting along for a long time, I realized that song Zhenzhen had a rich family and was a real rich lady. As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the mill. He should go to a school for the mentally retarded, and finally he got into a first-class art college in China.

However, song Zhenzhen is just a little bit short of intelligence. He is not a waste wood without talent. At the end of every year's art exhibition, song Zhenzhen's works appear in the window.

In the classroom, teachers often use song Zhenzhen as a teaching material to educate those poor students who are idling around all day: "you see, the mentally retarded students in the next class all know how to master the color treatment. You are better than the mentally retarded students."

Although the words are harsh, they are true.

As a mentally retarded child, song Zhenzhen's successful graduation is a miracle in itself.

"I think it's hot. Would you like to come to my house?"

It's not easy to see friends. How can we not talk about the past and drink tea? Jiang Xiaomi readily agrees and follows song Zhenzhen with his bicycle.

A duplex villa located in the middle of the hillside is song Zhenzhen's home.

Like the ancient court, there are cornices, unicorns, rockeries in the garden, and countless nameless flowers and plants planted beside the green stone path.

Jiang Xiaomi is not surprised at all. A girl like song Zhenzhen should live in such a poetic place.

Open the glass door, song Zhenzhen stoop to give her slippers.

"Thank you."

Entering the living room, Jiang Xiaomi shivered unconsciously.

It's very hot outside, but it's as cold as an ice cellar here.

It's easy to get sick when it's warm or cold. Jiang Xiaomi frowned: "how many degrees have you hit the air conditioner?"

Song Zhenzhen gave a sound, as if he didn't understand.

Jiang Xiaomi pats the forehead. Come on, you'd better find the remote control yourself.

I finally found the air conditioner remote control in the kitchen, and the flashing number on the display almost didn't scare her to death.

16 degrees.

Are you going to die?

“…… Aunt Zhang went to play mahjong. She said that if she felt cold, she would go out for a walk and come back when it was hot. "

Jiang Xiaomi Leng for a moment, with song Zhenzhen's IQ will never think that nanny is bullying himself.

"How can you live alone? What about your parents? "

"My parents are not here. They are in South Asia."

Just want to ask them how to let you live alone, just listen to song Zhenzhen said: "now I live with my fiance."