Song Shengsheng originally felt that she had cried enough, and even though she was heartbroken, she had adjusted her broken heart.
But when I heard Fu Cheng’s voice, I stopped sobbing and couldn’t hold it in one go.
She was sobbing on the phone, and her speech was intermittent, and she couldn’t tell the whole story of the matter.
“No, I’m not bullied.”
Song Shengsheng finished saying this with a sob, and sniffed again, making himself less aggrieved.
She didn’t want to tell Fu Cheng about losing money. This happened just a few days after school started, and it seemed that she was useless. And 120 yuan is not a small amount for her.
Song Shengsheng couldn’t say it.
“I just miss you.”
Song Shengsheng grabbed the phone and slowed down her speech. What she said was half true and half false: “I haven’t seen you for several days, I miss you a little bit.”
In fact, her life has been very fulfilling in the first few days of school.
I was not bored at all, and I had no time to think of Fu Cheng. Only when I was sleeping at night would I miss him a little bit when I got into the cold bed.
Miss his hot body.
It’s hot everywhere.
In winter, it will be particularly comfortable to wrap around him.
So what Song Shengsheng said was not entirely a lie. Her purpose was just to divert Fu Cheng’s attention.
Fu Cheng listened quietly to the other end of the phone with a heavy nasal sound, his face was still very heavy, and his eyes became unfathomable. He knew her too well.
It doesn’t matter if you listen to the sound.
But Fu Cheng did not expose her strength to cover her up, but continued to listen to her say intermittently on the phone: “My thermos bottle is broken and I can’t even fill my handheld bag. The quilt is cold every night. I have to burn it for a long time before I feel not cold.”
I always sleep in a curl.
The inside of the dormitory is a little warmer than the cold outside.
Especially the glass windows in their dormitory are damaged, and cold winds are poured into them at night, which makes them even colder.
Fortunately, on the day of school, the quilt prepared by Fu Cheng for her was tight enough. She would be better if she nested inside like a silkworm cocoon.
Song Shengsheng continued, “My feet are frozen when I sleep, so I can’t sleep well.”
A wilted voice was expressing my grievances.
Fu Cheng’s heart twitched and he felt uncomfortable as he listened.
He was about to speak, and the sticky voice came clearly through the phone line to his ears: “It would be great if you were there.”
“I want toYou are. “
Song Shengsheng knew what Fu Cheng liked to listen to.
He looked so sarcastic, and sometimes he was really serious.
But he liked to listen to these sweet words.
He kept saying a few good words, soft words, and sweet words in his ears. He could be coaxed and would soon forget what was wrong with her at the beginning.