sweet love

Chapter 39 Is It Like He Left

After a long silence, Tang Zhihuan peeled a strawberry-flavored fruit candy and put it in her mouth, and asked her softly, "Is it better now?"

"Um…"

The girl sniffed, and the reserved man's heart softened by her forced appearance.

"Mute the words first, then listen to the listening comprehension."

Song Xixi took out the dictation book, and Tang Zhihuan casually reported in Chinese for her to dictate.

If you make a mistake, copy it ten times and then silently re-write it all.

Song Xixi is unwilling to bear such study pressure and burden, but because of that university that is out of reach, and because of someone she loves deeply and who loves her deeply, she wants to become better.

The boring review lasted until six o'clock in the evening, and Song Xixi's mind was drowsy after reviewing.

Open the window, and the cold wind with snow particles hits the cheeks, which hurts slightly, and makes people sober all of a sudden.

Tang Zhihuan closed the window and wiped the snow off her face: "Take a break, go to the living room to eat something, and review Chinese by yourself in the evening."

The review time for the winter vacation was changed to morning or afternoon, leaving Song Xixi to digest or relax in the evening.

Yu Cha's birthday falls on the 26th day of the lunar calendar, so he has already made an appointment with a few friends to hang out with him.

The third year of high school is also for relaxation and entertainment. Song Xixi prepared a small gift for Yu Cha, and discussed with Tang Zhihuan to change the day's tutoring to the afternoon, and Tang Zhihuan of course agreed.

After all, this Yu Cha is Song Xixi's best friend who can still hang out with her when she is 30 years old.

Probably because people with low IQs feel sorry for each other.

Song Xi looked at Yu Cha curiously, took a little cream with her fingertips and put it into her mouth: "Baby, what wish did you make?"

"I hope to meet a younger brother who is prettier than Tang Zhihuan to be my husband in the future!"

When Song Xixi heard this, she immediately grabbed a handful of cream and applied it to Yu Cha's face: "Give it up, Tang Zhihuan is the most handsome in the world, and it belongs to me!"

A few good friends made a fuss, ate cakes and built snowmen downstairs and had a snowball fight, with constant laughter.

It was almost two o'clock for Song Xixi to rush home, and the tutoring time that she and Tang Zhihuan had booked last night was 02:30, Song Xixi was in a panic, thinking about how to escape Tang Zhihuan's merciless punishment.

Open the door and go in, the house is quiet.

Song's father and Song's mother warmed up by the fire in the living room.

"Huh? Where's Tang Zhihuan?"

Mother Song looked at Father Song and pushed.

Song's father said: "Xixi, Tang Zhihuan came around [-]:[-] and left you a note saying that he can't come to make up lessons during the winter vacation."

"Can't come?" Tears flowed out all of a sudden, and she didn't know why.

Her heartbeat hadn't calmed down after running back, she looked at Papa Song: "Why didn't you call me?"

"Teacher Tang said not to disturb you playing with your friends, and left a note for you in the room, so that you can learn by yourself and don't miss your homework."

Father Song was also reluctant to part with Tang Zhihuan, seeing his daughter's flushed eyes made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Xixi, if you like a tutor, Dad will invite you again..."

"I'm going back to my room first."

The room was empty, nothing was missing, but it seemed like nothing was there.

The last time she went to her aunt's house for dinner and came back 10 minutes late, Tang Zhihuan hung her in mid-air to punish her: "Study is to have a sense of time."

The pink alarm clock on the desk is exactly two thirty.

The desk was clean and had been carefully tidied up by a certain man. The Chinese materials she read last night were neatly placed on top.

The orange sticky note reads: I'm leaving first, study hard and don't be lazy.

The inscription is his name, with a strong body, flowing and flowing water without any hesitation.

Is it like the way he left without any nostalgia.

(End of this chapter)