Chapter 381 The balance in the heart

“Would you like to try that one?”

“Huh?”

Looking at Anting, he looked at him with a serious look. With the female gangster's expression on her face, Song Ci quickly explained: "Don't think too much, I just didn't have enough fun just now, so I'll have a while while there's no one around..."

"Didn't you have enough fun?"

"Well, as you know, I have a bit of a mysophobia. At around seven o'clock in the evening, the pool was full of people. If I hadn't considered the feelings of other girls, I might not have even gotten into the pool. ."

This is true.

For someone like Song Ci, who has a certain degree of mysophobia, a big pond is full of people. The people he knows are fine, but the problem is a bunch of people he doesn’t know.

If she hadn’t considered other people’s feelings, she probably wouldn’t have gotten into the pool.

In fact.

In addition to not having enough baths due to mysophobia, there is also a little selfishness.

Although it was a bit of a whim, the essence was that I wanted to soak in a hot spring with the boy.

An Ting thought a little more, thinking that Song Ci had watched a horror movie and did not dare to bathe alone in the hot springs, so he asked for a mixed bath, but agreed.

"Well, there are still traces of playing table tennis on my face. I can't wash it off. It should be better if I soak it."

Well, it's table tennis. The painted face.

"Pfft, you and Bao Weiwei lost miserably."

"Hey, don't mention it."

An Ting has some scruples , also considering Song Ci's feelings, he put on his underwear, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and walked into the mixed bathing pool first.

Song Ci is a girl, so she always takes her time when changing clothes.

Generally speaking, before going into the hot spring, you still have to rinse your body. Considering that both of you have already taken a bath, they just went into the water directly.

Not long after entering the water in Anting, Song Ci came in, barefoot and wrapped in a bath towel, amid the smoke.

Wearing a shawl and hair tied high, she looks dignified and elegant.

If Qiao Liang is a fairy in comics, then Song Ci is indeed more like a fairy in traditional ink paintings. The two have completely different styles.

“Don’t keep staring at me.”

There was a hint of shyness in the voice.

When I grow up, this is the first time I take a bath with a boy, even though it is just a hot spring.

　“Um…”

An Ting realized that he had been presumptuous and how could he keep staring at the girl. In order to prevent embarrassment, he still said: "Would you like to rub your back? My ancient massage has never been used. "

"No! You stinking hooligan!"

On the surface, he is acting hooligan, but in fact, he just wants to lighten the atmosphere.

Then.

Song Ci tiptoed into the water, leaning side by side with An Ting on the edge of the cobblestones.

An Ting asked: "Why don't you let your hair down?"

"No...it's too late. Your hair is wet. It will take half an hour to dry it. It's too troublesome. "It's already."

"That's right."

It's past one in the morning. After soaking in the hot springs and blowing my hair for half an hour, how long will it take for the fuss to continue? !

It is dangerous for boys and girls to soak in hot springs alone, especially teenagers. They are already in their prime of life. With the activation of hot springs and the expansion of their blood vessels, they are prone to have all kinds of dangerous thoughts.

Can only be distracted by chatting.

Naturally, they talked about their respective college lives.

Song Ci is a very typical science and engineering girl. She wears a white coat all day long and stays in the laboratory, facing various complex instruments and data.

"Qingbei and other things are so good."

Song Ci glanced at Anting with a resentful look and complained: "It's all your fault, the high school entrance examination is clear So awesome, but not a human being in the college entrance examination. If you do better in the exam, you should be able to go to Qingbei with me."

　"Huh..."

" Apart from laughing awkwardly, the young man has nothing to say. Be true to your word.

In the minds of everyone, including Song Ci, Anting was a young man from the Northern Qing Dynasty. However, after entering high school, this guy became a non-human being and wasted himself.

However.

Only Anting knows clearly.

Even if he spent all his available time, he could not pass the Qingbei exam. He had tried his best and allocated too much time to business.

Even for those who are born again, time is fair, and you can only choose one or the other, study or career.

On the premise of being admitted to a key university and making money at the same time, this is the best result a young man can get, and it is also the greediest way to live.

 And.

Anting himself doesn’t like studying, and he is not a reborn god of learning. When he went to high school and university, learning knowledge was secondary, and enjoying youth was more important.

I can barely be considered a bully in elementary school now.

“Song Ci, is this the life trajectory you want?”

“Well, after graduating from undergraduate degree, I should go to study abroad.”

An Ting was slightly startled, wasn’t this the trajectory of his previous life? Going around and around, we still return to the starting point.

Time is magical, it has a silent power and a tendency to repair itself.

Then.

Song Ci crooked her body, leaning gently on the young man's shoulder, looking at the blurred reflection of herself in the hot spring, and said quietly: "Sometimes, I will look at my heart - in my heart In my mind, the most important thing is my mother, and who is the second one? After thinking for a while, it should be me."

Although in high school, Anting promised to go to university in city B with Anting, but at the last moment, Even if her mother was not pregnant, she would still regret it and choose Qingbei. There was really no way she could choose the inferior university in City B for Anting and others.

Song Ci is a perfectionist.

In the balance of my heart, the first place is my mother, and the second place is myself.

Looking back, in Song Ci’s view, if his mother’s pregnancy had not happened, his choice a year ago—to confess to Anting while still choosing Qingbei—would have been successful. It’s just a long-distance relationship; if it fails, then I don’t know.

Like the kind of love brain in novels, literature, and film and television works, deliberately getting low scores for the person you like, such an extremely stupid thing, I am You can't do it in your lifetime.

It’s a pity, yes.

I never looked back in my youth.

I seem to have amazed many people’s youth, but I have never amazed myself.

An Ting didn’t mind what the girl with long black hair and straight hair said. In his previous life, he might not have put his father first and was always self-centered.

With his past life, the young man is always very tolerant.

He said with great interest: "Thank you for your candor, then I have to be the third one, right?"

"Pfft...you, the fourth one!"

"Hmm...there are still experts above me?!"

"Yes." Song Ci said cheerfully.

Anting guessed: "Bao Weiwei?"

Song Ci shook his head.

Anting: "Qiao Liang?"

Song Ci replied: "No..."

"Grandpa, grandma, Song Yuxun..."

After Anting guessed a round, Song Ci revealed the answer - Naite!

For a moment, Anting couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect that he was worse than a dog. It was too much.

Song Ci smiled brightly.

Well...it must be a joke, the third one is Anting.

"But, just like this is enough to make me flattered..."

Hearing the boy's unclear words, the girl with long black hair was slightly startled, "What do you mean? "

"When I was in elementary school and junior high school, I was probably the boy you hated the most, right? Whether it was the third, fourth, or even the last one, I can become a very important person in your life. Part of it, just like this, I am already satisfied."

In words.

Anting looked at Song Ci with a natural profile and a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth.

To a certain extent, the young man’s status in Song Ci’s mind was indeed counterattacked.

From hating to liking.

At that moment, Song Ci's heartbeat accelerated a little in vain. Coupled with the heating effect of the hot spring, she knew that she had to leave, otherwise, she might have another nosebleed.

The next second.

Song Ci walked ashore with a hint of emotion, and pretended to be natural, saying: "It's been fifteen minutes. It's time to go back to the room to rest. If you keep soaking like this, your skin will become wrinkled. Yes."

"Well..."

However.

Maybe he was a little absent-minded and did not notice that the ground was slippery. After all, it was pebbles and the coefficient of friction was too low. The moment Song Ci came ashore, he slipped.

The whole person leaned back and fell into the water, splashing a lot of water.

When the water splash dispersed, the scene that caught his eye dumbfounded the young man who stepped forward nervously.