Song Tianhao didn't know much either. He only knew that Fu Qing wasn't short of money, and that her clothes and belongings looked high-quality. Her home wasn't here, and she hadn't said where it was. She only said that she had been sent to this small city to study, renting a single room in an old neighborhood, and that she had nowhere else to go besides the school.
At that time, seeing that he was all alone and looked pitiful, Song Tianhao casually asked if he wanted to come to his house to play next week. The man immediately agreed and came to his house to play with him.
It was far and cold by the river, so they gathered together and discussed it. A group of them then went to the edge of a wheat field far from the village to set off fireworks.
It was too cold in the drafty area, and Lu Chuqing regretted coming out. She lost interest in setting off fireworks and stood to the side with her hands in her pockets, watching them play.
Song Tianyu wasn't in a very high mood either. After setting off a firework, he stood next to her and watched the group of people play.
She looked at him and asked, "Why aren't you playing? Brother Fuqing bought a lot of fireworks!"
Upon hearing that name, Song Tianyu's expression worsened. He lowered his head, rubbing the snow on the ground with his foot, his voice muffled by his scarf, "Tell me, what kind of thing is it when a man kisses another man?"
"Huh?" Lu Chuqing was shocked when she heard what he said!
The shout was a bit loud, startling Song Tianyu back to her senses. She gave her another disdainful look, "What do you know, you're just a kindergartener!"
After saying that, he repeated, "Don't tell anyone what I just said! If I find out, I won't be so lenient with you!"
The boy thought he was threatening someone fiercely, but after saying that, he pretended nothing had happened and ran off to continue setting off fireworks.
Lu Chuqing remained where she was, her little brain instantly clearing up as the cold wind blew.
Two teenagers were setting off firecrackers in the distance. One had a buzz cut and a wild, unrestrained smile, while the other had short hair and a gentle, generous smile.
It's hard to tell anything from it.
But behind Song Tianhao, Fu Qing raised and lowered her hand, laughing and joking with him as if nothing had happened.
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