Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The closer we got to learning, the letter of admission finally came down.

Moreover, Zhao Xiaoqing has also decided to go to medical college with Shishang Song.

Grandpa recently said a lot of hello to her at the school because of what she was about to report to the university. It must be the best class, the best mentor, the best everything.

In fact, reading songs in real time is not very demanding, but Grandpa is going to help, she doesn't care, whatever.

The day she officially got the letter of admission, she remembered Qin Shiting.

I don't know what the wounds on his back and neck were, and I don't know exactly where he decided to go to school. In any case, either he went to S City, or he probably left the country, and he definitely won't stay in Haicheng.

She still had no contact with him, no telephone calls or text messages of her own accord.

The last three messages were also stopped on the screen of her phone text message.

The first one was the one she asked if he had kissed her, and he didn't reply.

The next two are the words she said to him that day when she came back, and one of the words he returned.

After that, no more.

When I used to read songs thinking about Qin Shiting, I would always open the record of texting to go over it, look at the messages Qin Shiting had sent to me, and slowly go back to taste.

But now she doesn't dare to open the texting interface for both of them again, because the penultimate, unanswered texting record, like a joke, reminds herself how ridiculous it is.

With five days left to go to school, my parents drove me out of the country to read songs. After walking abroad for a few days, I returned home the day before school began.

Zhao Xiaoqing said she really envied her. After a few days of playing on the beach abroad, she didn't get a tan at all. On the contrary, Zhao Xiaoqing's skin was also very white during the summer because she went out for a few days and got a lot of tan.

I'm going to medical college soon, and I'm officially approaching her in the direction of her dreams.

She began to miss Qin Shiting again.

He's probably already in another city, or in another country.

Will he choose Harvard or Engineering? Or Oxford Cambridge? Or some other... prestigious school?

It's been so many days since I last went to school, I haven't sent a single text.

When I read the song, I looked at the shitty green ugly frog on my bed, took it up and put it in my hand for half a day, then carefully put it back on my bed, afraid it would drop ash or get dirty, and I stood there and looked at the ugly little frog, and I remembered the day when he used the last two coins to clamp his doll.

I don't know how to suddenly earn a living, even if I'm about to graduate, but I can still contact you.

Why, all of a sudden?

She went abroad the other day and brought back a gift for Qin Shiting. It was a pen with the abbreviation Qin Shiting's name engraved on it. I don't know when I will see him again, and if I will ever get a chance to give him this gift.

Her phone suddenly rang, and she looked down and texted from her mother.

Ms Yang Zhenzhen: [Read, start school tomorrow, have you packed everything?]

Read the song back: [Well, it's all done, tomorrow Uncle Tai will send me to report on time.]

[Good, listen to your aunt. You've been in a bad mood since you got back yesterday. What's wrong? I've been disturbed the other day when I was with us abroad.]

[Nothing, Mom, I was just thinking about going to med school later.]

[Really?]

[Hmm.]

[Come on, are you telling me the truth because you like that little classmate? Come on, show Mommy his picture.]

There really wasn't a picture of Qin Shiting reading the song. He never took it either. She did have a picture of the whole class graduating from high school, but there were too many people in the class, and everyone was too small to see anything.

The only photo she had of Qin Shiting, or the photo of him on the electronic forensics she saw when she checked his college entrance exam results on the computer, was very clean and handsome. It was just that a photo of her ID looked so good, she took a photo of him on the computer with her phone.

She hesitated and sent it to Mom.

Shortly afterwards, Mom called her directly: "It's really nice, but how come it's such a photograph, you never took him? And no photos? ”

Reading songs: “I've said all eight words have not been left out, it has never been a positive result, and he doesn't take pictures very often, or, you know, never. ”

“It's a shame that such a beautiful boy doesn't like to take pictures.” Ms. Yang Zhenzhen said with emotion.

In fact, it's not necessary to take pictures of what you have to keep in order to read a song.

After all, what Qin Shiting looks like is deeply engraved in her brain.

Hearing her still not talking much, Ms. Yang Zhenzhen smiled softly: “What, because we can't go to school together in the future? Or is it because we didn't get anybody? ”

“No, just a little emotion, just start school tomorrow to distract attention, Mom, you don't have to worry about me, your daughter has a point in her heart. ”

“Humph, just have the measure, you can also think about what I said last time, there are a lot of good boys going to study medicine now, if you encounter anything suitable in college, you can formally see it, after all, they are all grown up, Mom won't stop you, but it must be the other person's good character. ”

What better boy than Qin Shiting?

I didn't say much when I read the song, I just talked to my mom and hung up.

After hanging up the phone, the singer stood in front of the window and looked out. It felt like it was sinking in my heart and I couldn't breathe.

Actually, she told her mom that these things were always frank, but she kept a little bit of it.

For example, when we went to the playground together, he held her hand for a long time, held her and protected her, and more importantly... kissed her.

She leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes, all of which she didn't want to tell anyone, and it could be a secret she'd been hiding in her heart ever since.

More like candy in my pocket.

The day before the beginning of this medical college, I couldn't help but read a song and texted Qin Shiting. She held her phone and tangled it for a long time. The screen said [Qin Shiting, I started school, I haven't asked anyone which school you were going to, but I wish you all the best in the future.] That sounds official, but she doesn't dare to send it out anyway.

The previous article about not kissing her but not getting a reply was daunting, and she was reluctant to delete it, after all, it proved that it had happened.

Her fingers hesitated several times on the send key, eventually looking at the phone screen and deleting word for word.