"I want to eat too." After a silence, I was still addicted to the game. Jinbao ran back from the balcony and ate my snacks like a greedy cat.

"Shut up, girl, I'm having sex with my boyfriend!" I stopped the game, grabbed the chocolate that Jinbao brought to my mouth, and threatened her with an evil look on my face.

Look at the corners of her mouth that smile like peach blossoms in March, and you know she is "happy"

"Friend...friend"

"Male or female?"

"male"

"Gui Geng?"

"nineteen"

"Name?"

"..." When I pointed a banana at Jinbao's throat to "force a confession" of his name, Jinbao suddenly fell silent and looked at me with a stern face.

"No...just don't ask!" I suddenly became uneasy, thinking...he's just a man, there's nothing special about it, there's no need to look at me like that! It's like I'm a heinous person.

"Qingqing, do you care about those memories?" Jinbao turned off my game and asked me sincerely.

"I don't care" I logged into the game again. I didn't want to face these things. Since it was something I didn't want to remember, I just let it go. Besides, I didn't want to torture my head. That kind of splitting headache was really not something ordinary people could do.

can bear it

After seeing off Jinbao and Wang, I turned on QQ music and sat alone on the balcony, staring at the red sun slowly setting in the west.

At the west end of the city, the setting sun inlays the clouds with a gorgeous golden edge, and the hazy night gradually covers the skyscrapers.

"Kissing the wounds of happiness, looking for reasons to hug you, ohbaby... don't say love words about me anymore, afraid that there will be another him in your heart..."

A nice male voice suddenly floated out from the notebook. The faint singing voice was like the clean voice of an angel. It had a warm feeling and the sadness of being stranded. I felt a little lost.

"Qingqing, it's time to eat!" I wanted to open the music window to see who was singing the song. Why did I feel like I had seen each other before? My mother just called me from outside the door.

"Here we come!" I responded, closed my notebook, and ran out of the room.

"Mommy, I miss my grandparents." At the dinner table, Youyou was eating by himself in a sensible manner. The chopsticks were flipping up and down in his small hands, which seemed a bit too long. He pouted and followed the words beside him.

Mom acts like a spoiled child
Chapter completed!