Smiling and asked him: "Moved?"

Song Ci nodded. Of course my mother could see such an obvious thing. If she didn’t know it today, she would know it tomorrow.

She looked at the bed again: "Where is Xiao Tang?"

Song Ci looked at the bathroom: "She's washing up. Are you looking for her?"

Immediately shaking her head, Song Ci's mother smiled happily and said no, it would be fine as long as they still live together. What are they doing with Tang Shi? Tang Shi was embarrassed, and she was embarrassed too, and they didn't know what to talk about.

It was also the first time for her to face her son's partner. She was not familiar with the business, so she couldn't hesitate, lest she lose her dignity, which would be very laborious.

"I just wanted to ask you, how are you doing recently? Nothing happened." Song Ci's mother looked at him: "Are you ready to rest?"

Young people often have problems if they go to bed early. After thinking about it, she realized what was going on.

Although she doesn't know when the relationship between Song Ci and Tang poetry changed, it is obvious that this relationship is what she hopes to see.

"I'm tired from moving today, so I'm going to have an early rest. I didn't expect you to call." Song Ci replied, "Please take care of your health at home!"

"I know, so do you."

Song Ci always felt that this was a pun, so he agreed without thinking about it carefully.

Not long after chatting, Song Ci's mother was ready to hang up the phone. When she hung up, she told him to be responsible, to be kind to Tang Shi, not to be half-hearted, to be practical with others, and not to let down their girls.

He always felt that these words were not without origin. After thinking about it, Song Ci thought that they probably knew something and it was difficult to explain, so he agreed.

There are some things that are difficult to explain, but it’s good to know them.

Looking at the hung up phone, Song Ci turned off the phone, then turned off Tang Shi's phone, and then lay quietly on the big bed, listening to the sound of water running from the toilet shower.

In the future, if I want to install a one-sided transparent glass, it would be best if I could see the inside but not the outside. It would definitely be very interesting.

After checking the preparations, Song Ci leaned against the bedside and stared at the bathroom for a long time, feeling that Tang Shi was a little slow.

He felt this way, but Tang Shi didn't feel this way.

In the bathroom, she was still washing her clothes carefully. She was very satisfied with the smell. She looked left and right, and finally took the pajamas with satisfaction.

Putting the razor in the cabinet, Tang Shicai wiped the steam-covered mirror and looked at his own face, which was a little red.

Who wouldn’t be confused in this situation?

Any fool knows what he is going to experience next. Of course she cannot be a fool, so she knows better what the situation is. After exiting this door, she has to open other doors.

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and now the tent gate is opened for you.

"Hoo~!" Tang Shi breathed out, put on his slippers, and opened the door.

Looking at Song Ci who was staring at him, his piercing eyes were exactly the same as what Tang Shi had imagined. Sure enough, he already knew a lot about Song Ci.

Seeing her coming out, Song Ci patted the quilt.

"You haven't dried your hair yet, let me blow it for you." Song Ci held a hair dryer.

Looking at his hair, Tang Shi found that his hair had not been dried: "Isn't it the same for you?"

After rubbing her hair, Song Ci handed her the hair dryer: "Then help me blow it."

Tang poetry: "."

In the past, she would have thought it was just blow-drying her hair, but now she no longer thinks so. She always felt that something was wrong with what Song Ci said.

She can no longer look directly at many words, such as bragging. She can't look straight at them. She became like this after being with Song Ci.

Those who are close to vermillion are red; those who are close to ink are black. The ancients sincerely do not deceive me.

"You'd better blow it for me." Tang Shi returned the hair dryer, only to realize that what he said was also strange.

Having said all that, as the sound of the hair dryer sounded, I could feel Song Ci blowing her hair carefully. The gentleness made Tang Shi calm down.

Song Ci said that he was a warm man, but he was absolutely right. When crossing the road, he always walked to the side where the car came from. He helped Tang Shi blow dry her hair every time, and he would always subconsciously pick up food for her when eating.

Although details cannot speak, many things are hidden in the details, which can be seen in Tang poetry.

Song Ci respected her enough, took enough care of her, was considerate, gentle, enthusiastic, and willing to give. She didn't think anyone could be better than Song Ci.

"The hair is really nice, long and smooth." Song Ci felt the hair slipping away from his fingertips and praised it.

Men all like girls with long flowing hair and waist-length hair. At least a large number of men have this kind of aesthetic, and Song Ci also has this kind of aesthetic.

I think this kind of woman with long hair reaching her waist is pretty and has a kind of gentle beauty.

"It's difficult to take care of. It's actually very expensive to maintain hair." Tang Shi answered him with a smile: "I want to cut it shorter, what do you think?"

"I don't think it's great, but I still look better with long hair." Song Ci replied.

Blow-dry your hair and tie it up with a hairband. Song Ci's own hair is almost dry. After putting on the hair dryer, Song Ci takes off the quilt.

He turned around and looked at Tang Shi, who was a little embarrassed: "You sleep next to the window."

Tang Shi nodded and agreed.

Noticing the blanket prepared by Song Ci, Tang Shi was stunned for a moment, his face turned redder, and his embarrassment became more intense.

He didn't say anything more, he just got into bed and turned his head without looking at Song Ci, which made him even more embarrassed.

Feeling Song Ci lying down next to him, Tang Shi heard a click, the lights went out, and the room fell into darkness, the kind where you couldn't even see your fingers.

It was dark, and she felt insecure. As soon as she thought this, Song Ci stretched out his hand and put it under her neck as usual, and she fell asleep in Song Ci's arms.

He usually sleeps like this, and when Song Ci's hands get numb, he will take them out by himself.

Probably, many years later, one of them got frozen shoulder and the other got cervical spondylosis. At that time, I didn’t know if they would be able to take care of each other.

"Are you afraid?" Song Ci asked her.

Some players are ready to take off and soar into the sky.

You can feel what it means to be bullish in Tang poems. It’s hard not to feel the obvious things. It’s not like I haven’t understood it before.

When I started bullfighting, I was still a little bit unaccustomed and uncomfortable.

"If I said I was afraid, would you sleep peacefully?" Tang Shi asked back.

Song Ci shook his head.

That's impossible. The arrow is on the string and has to be fired. How can we go back on our word when we have promised to graduate? Even if God comes, there will be no discussion.

"Thousands of troops and horses are already shouting in formation outside the pass. How can this be a child's play? The lady should not be forced to serve her husband with severe punishment." When Song Ci spoke, he had already gone up the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, just moving your fingers will touch the heartstrings of some people.

It is impossible to regret, and Tang Shi is not that kind of person. In this situation, there is no other way but to face the difficulties.

No matter how big the difficulty is, you have to believe that you can handle it and that you can solve it.

"Slow down!" Tang Shi patted him.

It was just a little deer bumping into each other, and Tang Shi couldn't bear this kind of provocation. It was simply too much, and he didn't even consider whether people could bear it.

Song Ci was good at making noodles, and at the same time sowing dissension, and wandering around the suburbs, looming or far apart, she could clearly feel it.

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Why slow down? We haven't even started yet." Song Ci joked.

Tang poetry: "."

Being satirized.

She is not a little sheep. A tiger girl who comes out of the mountains is not so pretentious.

"I will fight with you!" Tang Shi said aggressively.

It's just a matter of making great efforts, then failing again, and finally exhausting itself.

Song Ci, who had the right time, right place, and the right people, raised a large number of troops to suppress the situation, like a black cloud pressing down on the city. You could see the outline of the huge siege equipment, and you could feel that the city gate would soon be closed.

The scouts' testing had already begun. After crossing the moat, they were already outside the city gate.

Tang Shi felt that her breathing rhythm had changed, as if she was getting a little heavier in the second half of a run.

When he was being hit, she bit Song Ci. Subconsciously, it was indeed a distraction.

Have you ever experienced the feeling of being split open?

That's about it.

The thunder outside the window continued to sound, and the heavy rain poured down, but the house was full of fragrance, and the graduation ceremony began.
Chapter completed!