Life after junior high school seems to be more empty
After Song Kang got divorced, he became more and more busy with work. In addition to continuing to decorate others, he also used the money he had earned before to expand his store and hired some workers. He did not go home for several days, and he was like a workaholic.
Every morning, Song Yiran and Chen Muyang walked towards their school together in the milky morning glow and then parted ways among the crowd at the stairs of the teaching building of Experimental Middle School in City C.
When it was time for school, Chen Muyang was thinking about growing taller. He chose to play basketball with his good friend on the court.
Chen Muyang, who is usually easy-going and taciturn, is a guy who is not a man on the court.
They joked that Brother Muyang wanted to interfere with his defense. Chen Muyang hummed and laughed indifferently, and choked back from time to time with his vicious tongue.
Whenever Chen Muyang jumps up and touches the basket, he always feels his bones chuckling.
The noisy cheers of friends slid across their ears, and the breeze blew across their cheeks, and he felt his heart leaping lightly.
He is very satisfied with his life now
Song Yiran rarely comes home from school with Chen Muyang because she also has her own good friends.
Her deskmate Tang Chenying is white and tender, and her family is in good condition.
I usually like to listen to gossip, but it is a news story. She knows exactly which handsome guy, beautiful girl or gangster girl is in love in the grade.
Song Yiran and Tang Chenying occasionally wandered on the bookshelf of the romance novel in the bookstore, listening to her vivid gossip stories while drinking iced drinks and escorting them casually.
The young girls of that age would get together, almost facing each other, sharing little secrets about menstrual periods
Tang Chenying often stares deeply at Song Yiran with envious eyes, but she doesn't know how confused Song Yiran is in her heart, because if she is really in a hurry, she can only rely on herself.
Unlike Tang Chenying, a gentle mother cooked brown sugar ginger water for her and covered her stomach with a hot towel.
When she thought of this, Song Yiran's chest seemed to be astringent
She walked home slowly as she walked back home as she was dragged by the sunset
Passing by the parking space downstairs, I didn't see my father's car as expected
She smiled helplessly, shrugged casually, hummed the tune of pop songs, walked through the desolate corridor and returned home.
The moment the door was opened, Song Yiran smelled a strong smell of sweat from the boy, and what caught her eye was a white T-shirt school uniform soaked in sweat.
Chen Muyang turned around when he heard the sound and saw her standing blankly at the door, with mottled lights floating on her face.
He quickly picked up the schoolbag on the ground and said lightly: You are back, I'll go cook right away
This is the tacit understanding they have developed during this period. Whoever gets home first will cook.
She listened to his busy and rhythmic footsteps and felt that the huge house was so angry that it was so angry that it was too big.
Just now, her chest was still filled with tide loneliness, but now she suddenly felt peaceful
When she returned to the room to tidy up her schoolbag, Song Yiran stared at the name on the homework book in a daze, and a soft whisper blurted out uncontrollably: I'm back Ah
After reacting, Song Yiran shook her head violently. When she heard the sound of oil smoke swelling, her heart seemed to fall into a strange illusion.
I'm back Ah She repeated in a low voice, not even the smile on her lips.
After Song Kang got divorced, he became more and more busy with work. In addition to continuing to decorate others, he also used the money he had earned before to expand his store and hired some workers. He did not go home for several days, and he was like a workaholic.
Every morning, Song Yiran and Chen Muyang walked towards their school together in the milky morning glow and then parted ways among the crowd at the stairs of the teaching building of Experimental Middle School in City C.
When it was time for school, Chen Muyang was thinking about growing taller. He chose to play basketball with his good friend on the court.
Chen Muyang, who is usually easy-going and taciturn, is a guy who is not a man on the court.
They joked that Brother Muyang wanted to interfere with his defense. Chen Muyang hummed and laughed indifferently, and choked back from time to time with his vicious tongue.
Whenever Chen Muyang jumps up and touches the basket, he always feels his bones chuckling.
The noisy cheers of friends slid across their ears, and the breeze blew across their cheeks, and he felt his heart leaping lightly.
He is very satisfied with his life now
Song Yiran rarely comes home from school with Chen Muyang because she also has her own good friends.
Her deskmate Tang Chenying is white and tender, and her family is in good condition.
I usually like to listen to gossip, but it is a news story. She knows exactly which handsome guy, beautiful girl or gangster girl is in love in the grade.
Song Yiran and Tang Chenying occasionally wandered on the bookshelf of the romance novel in the bookstore, listening to her vivid gossip stories while drinking iced drinks and escorting them casually.
The young girls of that age would get together, almost facing each other, sharing little secrets about menstrual periods
Tang Chenying often stares deeply at Song Yiran with envious eyes, but she doesn't know how confused Song Yiran is in her heart, because if she is really in a hurry, she can only rely on herself.
Unlike Tang Chenying, a gentle mother cooked brown sugar ginger water for her and covered her stomach with a hot towel.
When she thought of this, Song Yiran's chest seemed to be astringent
She walked home slowly as she walked back home as she was dragged by the sunset
Passing by the parking space downstairs, I didn't see my father's car as expected
She smiled helplessly, shrugged casually, hummed the tune of pop songs, walked through the desolate corridor and returned home.
The moment the door was opened, Song Yiran smelled a strong smell of sweat from the boy, and what caught her eye was a white T-shirt school uniform soaked in sweat.
Chen Muyang turned around when he heard the sound and saw her standing blankly at the door, with mottled lights floating on her face.
He quickly picked up the schoolbag on the ground and said lightly: You are back, I'll go cook right away
This is the tacit understanding they have developed during this period. Whoever gets home first will cook.
She listened to his busy and rhythmic footsteps and felt that the huge house was so angry that it was so angry that it was too big.
Just now, her chest was still filled with tide loneliness, but now she suddenly felt peaceful
When she returned to the room to tidy up her schoolbag, Song Yiran stared at the name on the homework book in a daze, and a soft whisper blurted out uncontrollably: I'm back Ah
After reacting, Song Yiran shook her head violently. When she heard the sound of oil smoke swelling, her heart seemed to fall into a strange illusion.
I'm back Ah She repeated in a low voice, not even the smile on her lips.
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