Ying Hao calmed down, and Song Shushu immediately moved back to her small house. She once thought that she didn't have much sense of belonging to this small house, but it turned out that staying here gave her a sense of security that a hotel room could not achieve.
of.
I picked up a change of clothes and stuffed them into the washing machine. Although the doors and windows were closed tightly, a layer of light gray fell lightly.
Song Shushu twirled her fingers and immediately turned around to take out the sweeping robot. She was a little lazy today and didn't want to clean it. After setting the program for the robot, she sighed again: Technology is really a good thing.
After leaving the scattered tasks to the robot, she finally had time to sort out the small pile of gifts.
Song Shushu believed that she was not very curious, but it was undeniable that she was very curious about Fu Yunyun's hidden gift. There were layers of light blue wrapping paper, and she opened it patiently and patiently.
I complained in my heart: If there is nothing in the end, Fu Yunyun, you will be dead.
Soon the wrapping paper piled up into a small mountain beside her, and Song Shushu's little patience was about to run out. He took out a pair of scissors from the drawer under the coffee table, estimated the hardness, and prepared to use scissors to solve the problem directly.
Finally, a small box as big as a palm finally revealed its true identity.
Song Shushu had a dull expression on her face, looked at the piles of wrapping paper on the ground, and then looked at the box in her hand, filled with resentment.
Ji Sui watched her sitting on the carpet in front of the sofa unpacking the items for almost half an hour. He felt a little funny in his heart. This person's patience was really as bad as ever.
After reciting the Heart-Cleaning Mantra silently for an unknown amount of time, Song Shushu finally calmed down and tried his best to open the box calmly.
boom!
The moment she opened the box, colorful ribbons burst out of the small box and fell from the sky. Under the light, they were as gorgeous as a stage effect. A rare expression of daze flashed across Song Shushu's face, and the fine sequins were blurred.
Looking at her eyes, she couldn't tell whether she was more angry or some other emotion was dominant.
At the age of 30, I seemed to have glimpsed through these flying ribbons the Song Shushu who would shine brilliantly on the stage in the future.
He seemed to have never doubted whether Song Shushu would go to that point.
He even believed in her more than Song Shushu himself.
Fu Yunyun's voice, which he had recorded early in the morning, came from the box.
"Happy birthday, my big star. One day you will stand on that sparkling stage. There will be many, many people who like you and worship you. My Song Xiaoshu will eventually shine brightly!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cheerful Happy Birthday song sounded, with a strong color of Fu Yunyun's version, just like every time in the past ten years.
"Really..."
Song Shushu sniffed and raised her head to push back the tears that were swirling in her eyes. She said words of blame, but the expression on her face was exactly the opposite of what she said.
When no one is optimistic about her dream, it feels really good to have friends supporting her.
The box not only contains the recorded audio, but also a pair of foggy blue ear monitors. On the sides of the left and right ear monitors, there are two English letters "UU" engraved on them. You can carefully rub them with your fingertips.
letters, and then put them back carefully.
Song Shushu opened the gift from Lin Bai with emotion and hope.
He was used to being wanton with her, as if he was afraid that she wouldn't recognize his gift, he signed the word "white" on the package.
In view of some valuable experience in receiving gifts before, Song Shushu decisively put away the scissors.
Lin Bai's gifts had remained the same for more than twenty years, and they were still the same as they were new and very expensive. She said she was disgusted, but she carefully put the pearl necklace back into the box with her hands. She was probably influenced by Mother Lin who liked jewelry.
, Lin Bai subconsciously thought that she also liked jewelry.
Over the years, every time he sent a gift, she would receive it properly in the safe.
She doesn't have the slightest sense of being a wealthy lady. She can only try on expensive jewelry like this, and there are no important events that require her to attend with these.
At this moment, she did not reflect on the difference between her behavior of giving Lin Bai a tie clip every year and Lin Bai's.
What stands out is a clear double standard.
When Ji Sui saw that she hadn't opened his gift yet, he felt a little anxious.
He was somewhat confident in the gift he had prepared, but at this moment, he was a little unsure.
In fact, Song Shushu was hesitating. She clearly knew her affection for Mr. Ji, but in fact, she was still deliberately avoiding everything about him, as if this could stop those unwanted thoughts.
The washing machine on the balcony made a few rapid beeping sounds, which brought her mind back.
Song Shushu took a deep breath and finally made up his mind and stretched out his hand.
Ji Sui walked up to her at some point and watched her reaction without blinking.
She will probably like this gift, right?
The gift handed over by Yang Lai was packaged in a low-key manner and had a heavy texture when held in the hand.
The pure black box was opened, revealing the objects neatly placed inside.
The moment he saw it, Song Shushu held his breath and was afraid to touch it for a while.
Ji Sui looked a little nervous when he looked at her. Could it be that the information he observed was wrong?
A completely black microphone comes into view. No singer can refuse a privately customized microphone, especially a customized version with a strong personal touch.
Song Shushu could still be distracted by thinking about whether her hands were clean at this moment. Look, this perfect paint surface. Although she knew that materials like this would not leave human fingerprints, she still couldn't help but pull it aside.
Zhang wiped his fingers carefully with a wet wipe before touching it.
The moment she took it out, the light reflected a faint mysterious silver halo on it. Song Shushu felt that her heartbeat no longer belonged to her, and her fingers were trembling slightly with excitement. This gift was simply delivered to her heart.
superior.
She may have more luxurious and beautiful microphones in the future, but after all, it is not the one in her hand that carries good wishes.
Looking at her expression at the age of 30, I finally felt relieved.
The big cat, which had been on guard for a long time, finally relaxed, and it seemed that even the hair on its body became a little fluffy.
From a nervous little leopard, he once again transformed into a well-behaved little kitten beside the girl.
Song Shushu couldn't put down her new microphone. If its use value hadn't far exceeded its collection value, she might have actually framed it and kept it in the living room.