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"Sue's idea, would you one thing ......"
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Song Qingchun out of the district, one saw the Soviet Union of the concept car.
She stepped forward, first knocked on the window, the window is still closed, is not the slightest sign of falling.
Su of the concept car window stickers anti-spy film, Song Qingchun face close to the window on the front passenger seat, only to see the Soviet Union barely read head bowed, the driver's seat, looking at the phone.
Do not know the phone is what attracted him, he read focused, scroll down eyelashes and a half, has been nothing emotional face suffused with a layer of soft Ruoyouruowu, seems to recall what good things in general, satisfied and contented.
Song Qingchun and knocked on the window and saw the Soviet Union of the concept did not react, he reached out and pulled the door is self-serving, only to find a locked car, she had pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and went to the Soviet Union of the concept a phone call.
Gezhaochechuang, Song Qingchun has heard the faint voice heard.
She listened not particularly clear, but intermittent still hear the words: "That man hidden in my memories of the encounter in the sea ...... if ......"
Su's study did not answer the phone, he tilted his head looked out the window directed, then raised his hand and pressed the lock switch.
Song Qingchun opened the door, and only then the Soviet Union of the concept of ringtones hear more clearly some: "That man hidden in my memories of you, my youth is incomplete, thank you once seriously, let me know you love people rushed ...... "
Whether this song melody or lyrics, very deeply moving, she subconsciously directed at the Soviet Union of the concept of mobile phones looked in the past, and her eyes have not swept to his screen, the phone was hung up, cut back to the home page and then she only saw him looking indifferent, phone stuffed in his pocket.
Song Qingchun while wearing a seatbelt, asked: "? How come so fast, you just answer the phone when it is in my neighborhood."
"Ah." Sue's idea should be a cry, started the car.
After the Soviet Union of the concept of family and companies in Xicheng District, Song Qingchun home in the South, most of the Soviet Union of the concept of multi-run north of the city in which three things, she was just going to ask how he would come here, it is through view mirror to see the files and computers on the back seat, so he changed the tone: "? the people around you talk about working here."
Big New Year's, who talks working? He came here, it is not the Soviet Union of the concept for her ...... pause for a moment, that she "ah" with a nod.
"Great New Year's, not all holiday yet? Also how so busy ......" Song Qingchun Here, noticed the Soviet Union of the concept's face is not particularly good-looking.
And after he separated from her New Year's Eve at noon, has only five days not seen, but his face looks better than before lean a lot, also looking a little pale, suffused with a trace of morbid between Guadan forehead.
Song Qingchun screw screwed eyebrows: "...... Are you sick?"
Like the Soviet Union of the concept did not think she would actually see themselves as sick, he surprised a moment, then went to light only nod again "ah" moment.
After a little while, the Soviet Union and the opening of the study, said: "cold."
"Good winter cold is not easy, there did not go to the hospital? Injections yet? Medicine yet?"
Song Qingchun series of inquiries, some beyond the Soviet Union of the concept of surprise, he delayed a half a beat before looking through the rearview mirror to her.
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