To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

Since Song Lingshu moved back to live, Zhao Jiajia almost stayed at her house, eating at her house, doing homework at her house, and occasionally the two of them went to Uncle Wang's house to watch TV together.

Sometimes it was too late to play, and Zhao Jiajia simply didn't go back and slept directly at her house.

So when Song Lingshu was doing laundry, he could always find one or two of Zhao Jiajia's.

It was very cold after taking a shower last night. She shivered and took out a set of pink long johns and shorts from the cabinet and put them on. The tungsten lamp was not bright enough, so she didn't pay much attention to it, so she put it on directly.

It wasn't until today when I went to the bathroom that I suddenly realized that I was wearing pink leggings, but it was very cold, so I didn't bother to change them for a while, but Zhao Jiajia discovered it unexpectedly?

"How about... I, I will give you Tuotuo now?"

"I don't want it, just take it if you like it so much!"

Zhao Jiajia was so angry that she pushed her down on the bed, and the two wrestled and played for a long time, until exhausted, they collapsed on the bed together to pant.

A moment later, a chuckle sounded in his ear, Song Lingshu turned his head to look over, Zhao Jiajia looked at the ceiling and smiled.

Song Lingshu turned his head, also looked at the ceiling, and said, "You, you always look at the ceiling."

"Maybe this is wanting to be free, but not being able to be free." Zhao Jiajia said.

Song Lingshu guessed that her mood was related to family reasons, so she raised her hand and groped for a long time on the bedside table, found the Walkman, and sat cross-legged to find the tape.

The last time she went to town, she bought a lot of tapes, including Teresa Teng's, the Four Heavenly Kings', and several rock bands.

It was snowing again outside, Song Lingshu put an earphone into her ear, and played a song "Broad Sea and Sky" by Beyond.

Zhao Jiajia rested her head on her head and looked at the snow outside through the blurred window.

She has listened to Beyond's song a few times before, and she doesn't like it very much. However, today, in the quiet winter, on the warm bed, her friend is sitting beside her. She is lying here, and the two of them are listening to Huang Jiaju's unique song voice

—“Today, I watched the snow drift by in the cold night

Flying far away with a cooled heart

Chasing in the wind and rain, unable to distinguish traces in the fog

The sky is wide, you and me

may change

Forgive me for being unruly and indulgent in my life, loving freedom

I'm also afraid that one day I'll fall..."

It turns out that the song not only has the charm of the melody, but also has the power to penetrate people's hearts. When she was young and ignorant and the most innocent, she couldn't understand Beyond. Now that she understands it, it inevitably brings a trace of sadness and sighs with emotion over her own fate. , I miss the first half of my life like a dream, but I have a little more faith in my current life.

Since then, Beyond has become her favorite band. But at this moment, her eyes were silently red.

It had been almost half a year since she came here, and this was the first time she felt the presence of tears, hot and humid, soaking her dry eyes.

She thought she wouldn't cry anymore.

Unexpectedly, on such a peaceful morning, she was caught off guard and burst into tears.

She turned over, turned her back to Song Lingshu, and heard the sound of him getting out of bed and leaving the room. When the door closed, she burst into tears. She covered her mouth and let the tears flow silently, and then she couldn't control it. Weeping softly.

Song Lingshu leaned against the door, waiting tightly.

Setting up a stall in winter is a very painful thing. Song Lingshu's clothes are scarce. The only two cotton jackets are worn by his father for several years. But the padded jacket was already dirty, and after rubbing it in cold water for a long time, the hands would turn red.

She sells biscuits, and her clothes are so dirty that the customers lose their appetite, so she put on a pair of sleeves to make her look barely clean.

When she came home that day, she pushed open the door and saw Zhao Jiajia sitting in the room doing homework. The brazier had already been lit, and she felt a burst of warmth as soon as she entered the door.

She put down her things, ran over and squatted down to warm her hands.

Zhao Jiajia was doing her homework and kicked her **** with her toe.

"What, why?" Song Lingshu turned around and asked, "Do you want to fight?"

Recently, for some reason, Zhao Jiajia has fallen in love with the way of fighting, and when he has nothing to do, he likes to wrestle with her hands and feet, so as to vent the unbearable restlessness of adolescence.

Zhao Jiajia curled his mouth and pointed his pen cap towards the bedroom.

Song Lingshu went to the bedroom and took a look. There were two large cotton jackets on the bed.

"Why did you put it here? Do you want to wash it?"

Zhao Jiajia put down her homework, walked to the door, folded her arms around her chest, leaned halfway against the door, and said, "I've washed it, here it is for you."

"ah?"

"I used it, it's old, I don't want it anymore, I might as well give it to you instead of throwing it away." Zhao Jiajia said.

"Boss, Boss, if you want, want to be nice to me, Keke can be more direct. You don't need to beat around the bush." ​​Song Lingshu laughed.

"..."

"I'll try, try." Song Lingshu put it on quickly, took a look in the mirror, and jumped in front of her, "Okay, does it look good?"

"Well, it's okay." Zhao Jiajia zipped her up, zipped it up to the top, and put the hat on her, only showing her face, "Is it warm?"

"Well, warm, boss, boss, super warm!" Song Lingshu hugged her happily.

Zhao Jiajia twitched the corner of his mouth, and lost control of his expression the next moment: "Put me down, ahhh, don't spin around, it's scary!"

Not only the padded jacket, but also the sweater, beanie, and thermal underwear that Song Lingshu received one after another.

"I don't know, honestly, I thought you... were a pervert." Song Lingshu said.

"Who are you calling perverted?" Zhao Jiajia glared at her on the bed.

"How can you give away original autumn clothes... long johns." Song Lingshu laughed, "You don't know...there are original silk and stockings."

"Bah. Come here, I'm freezing to death." Zhao Jiajia said, turning over and hugging her directly.

Song Lingshu's quilt was a bit thin, and Zhao Jiajia didn't want to go home to sleep, so the two often huddled here, filling two bottles of hot water by their feet. It's just that when the weather is cold, Zhao Jiajia likes to use her as a stove, realizing the real sense of hugging for warmth.

Song Lingshu was quite stiff and awkward at first, but as the weather got colder and colder, she also experienced the warmth of huddling together under the blanket, and became very handy as a tool for the stove.

It's just that Zhao Jiajia was a little dishonest tonight, to be precise, his hands were a little dishonest.

"Have you started to grow breasts?" Zhao Jiajia accidentally touched her **** when he was holding her, and touched her **** twice in doubt.

Grass!

Song Lingshu was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her chest, her face lit up instantly, luckily the lights had already been turned off, only the faint moonlight came in through the old window, her shy face could not be seen.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Why? Are you still embarrassed? They are all girls, what are you afraid of." Zhao Jiajia said and put his hand on her chest and squeezed it, "Let me see how old she is."

"!!" It was the first time Song Lingshu had been bullied like this, and he was still speechless, because what he said was too serious.

"It's really growing, it's time for you to buy a bra," Zhao Jiajia said.

Song Lingshu's current body developed relatively late because of malnutrition since childhood and was as thin as a bamboo pole. Recently, it has been a little bit better, and the **** have continued to develop.

It's okay in winter, I wear a lot of clothes outside, and I can't see anything. When it comes to summer, it is easy to see two obvious points.

Zhao Jiajia had discovered that she didn't have a bra before, but the other party had always been wearing black short-sleeves, which was not obvious, and it would not work in the future.

So when she went to the city next time, Zhao Jiajia took her to the wholesale market to pick out bras.

At that time, bras were not considered a necessity, and many people just wore a vest underneath. After all, bras were made of less material and expensive, which was not cost-effective.

But when Zhao Jiajia first developed, her adoptive mother took her to buy a bra, so in her concept, even if it was expensive, she had to buy it.

But when she walked into the store and saw all kinds of bras hanging in it, Zhao Jiajia would blush again, because she found that everyone passing by would take a look at the store, as if they were buying some contraindicated products again, using strange He sized them up with eyes full of mockery.

She stood at the door and said quickly, "Choose one."

"Okay." Song Lingshu adapted well. She began to carefully choose styles and cups, and then found that the bras here can't be carefully selected at all. They are not good products, but they can't be picky, because they have no money in their pockets.

In the end she chose an ugly one, but the quality is not bad, mainly because it is cheap.

When paying, Zhao Jiajia gave the money first, then dragged her and ran outside.

Song Lingshu giggled, and suddenly had the illusion of deja vu.

She thought about it for a while, and then remembered that when she was adolescence, the first bra she bought was taken by Fa Xiao, and she was running on the road like this. But at that time, she was mainly running, and Fa Xiao chased after her, telling her not to be nervous and shy, this is a perfectly normal thing.

"No, run away, this is nothing more than normal..." Song Lingshu said with a smile.

"Normal ghost!" Zhao Jiajia was a little irritable, "If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to catch the bus back!"

"Grass!" Song Lingshu immediately accelerated, pulling her to sprint for 100 meters.

"..."

Zhao Jiajia was exhausted enough.

The shuttle bus only runs once a day. If you miss the evening bus, you can only wait for the next day. Fortunately, the two stopped the departure bus at the station.

But there were no seats left, and the two of them were crammed into the carriage with their bags on their backs. There was a smell of gasoline in the car, and there were men smoking and children eating snacks. The combination of all kinds of smells made it hard to breathe.

Zhao Jiajia took out her mask and felt better.

Suddenly there was a sudden brake, and half of the standing people fell forward. Zhao Jiajia also inevitably fell forward with everyone. Fortunately, Song Lingshu grabbed her hand quickly and pulled her up quickly, so that she would not fall. to others.

"You, you, come here." Song Lingshu pulled her to the seat where she was standing, then grabbed the back of the chair with both hands, and circled her.

Zhao Jiajia patted her clothes, raised her head and looked at her, because she maintained this position for a long time, she was inexplicably embarrassed, she staggered her eyes, and her eyes fell on Song Lingshu's head, stroking her hair, deliberately looking for a topic: "Why? Didn't you wear the hat I gave you?"

Song Lingshu's dog-like hair finally grew a bit, the back hair reached his shoulders, but the front hair was of different lengths, so Song Lingshu simply tied a rubber band into his head, he was more energetic than before, and his facial features began to become clearer , Occasionally give Zhao Jiajia a very handsome illusion, especially when the other party bites the rubber band and pushes his hair back casually, she can't help but take a few more glances.

"At home, I can't bear to wear it." Song Lingshu said.

The woolen hat is white. She runs around all day long. It gets dirty easily and is not easy to wash, so it has been kept at home as a treasure.

"Waste, are you worthy of its value?" Zhao Jiajia asked.

"Yes, sorry?"

"Wear it or not?"

"Wear it! Go back, wear it when you go!"

After returning home, Song Lingshu took out his hat and put it on, not even taking it off when he went to bed at night.

Zhao Jiajia couldn't stop laughing, then remembered the business, and asked: "Have you tried the bra? Does it fit?"

"Not yet." In such a cold day, she didn't bother to take off her clothes to try on the size, and she will talk about it next time after taking a shower.

"Oh, why don't you try it? If it doesn't fit, you have to return it." Zhao Jiajia got up, took out the bra from the bag, and threw it in front of her, "Try it quickly."

"Oh, it's, it's so cold, I don't want to come here." Song Lingshu hugged the quilt and rolled.

"It's really cold." Zhao Jiajia rubbed his arms, almost dying of cold, lifted the quilt and got in.

The quilt was lifted, and a gust of cold wind came in. Song Lingshu wailed, and was hugged by Zhao Jiajia.

"Hurry up and warm me up." Zhao Jiajia hugged her tightly, and rubbed her legs on her legs for a long time, rubbing against her to generate heat.

Song Lingshu couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you just... so proud?"

Zhao Jiajia was taken aback for a moment: "Huh? What are you proud of?"

Song Lingshu's face was squeezed to the side, and the hat had already been scattered beside the pillow: "Hmph, look down on me, I am bean sprouts, don't use it all the time, use your **** to top me."

"..." Zhao Jiajia looked down and found that her head was pressed to his chest. He was embarrassed for a moment, and then found it funny, "How is it? Is it enough to be your boss?"

"It's too much, it's enough, you can be, be my milk."

"...."

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