Song Fei rolled her eyes, searching for the distant and vague memories in her mind, and after a while, Song Fei said, "Is it that love letter that was written as formally as a composition and used a lot of ridiculous comparisons? "
Yan Jiang glanced at her resentfully, and asked in a low voice, "Is it ridiculous?"
Song Fei's expression was indescribable, and she opened her mouth and recited a paragraph: "Ah! Song Fei, you are like the flower of the high mountain, you can only watch it from a distance and not play with it! Ah, Song Fei, you are like a star in the sky, It illuminates the dark and dull me in my heart! Ah! Classmate Song Fei"
Song Fei recited the fragments of the love letter vividly, and Yan Jiang felt ashamed when he heard it, blushing so much that he could bleed.
When he wrote that love letter, he had just turned eighteen. He was a science student, and his worst thing was writing articles. He thought about it for two days before writing that love letter. He thought it was touching, but Song Fei said that the love letter was ridiculous!
Yan Jiang's heart shattered into glass shards.
"So you like me." Song Fei came to this conclusion.
Yan Jiang nodded, "Yes, I like you."
Song Fei gave him a playful look, and suddenly she leaned towards Yan Jiang, her nose was almost touching Yan Jiang's. Yan Jiang didn't dare to move. He saw Song Fei's long eyelashes tremble, and his heart trembled accordingly.
Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang, raised the corner of her mouth viciously, and asked him, "I was only fourteen years old at that time, and I was still a minor. Yan Jiang, are you a pervert?"
With a perverted hat on his head, Yan Jiang was even more embarrassed. Song Fei suddenly leaned back again, and she said, "Okay, I know you like me, let's finish the matter, then I'll sleep."
After waiting for such a sentence, Yan Jiang was very unwilling, "What about you? How do you feel about me?" Yan Jiang stubbornly waited for an answer.
He heard Song Fei say, "It's the feeling of a brother."
Yan Jiang was struck by lightning!
I never expected that I want to have sex with you, but you treat me like a brother. He was very depressed, his heart was dying, and he was in so much pain that he didn't know who to talk to.
Even though Song Fei only regarded herself as a brother, Yan Jiang still wanted to stay with her. He was like a rascal, sitting on the edge of the bed and refusing to leave, Song Fei didn't chase him away, just closed his eyes, as if he was going to sleep or not.
"Does Song Song know that you are awake?" The two can't talk about love, so they can only talk about Song Ci.
Song Fei lazily replied, "Not yet."
"Then I'll tell her now."
Song Fei said again: "Don't worry, I will tell her when she comes back."
Yan Jiang asked Song Fei puzzled: "Why didn't you tell her now? You don't even know how much she wants you to wake up. If she knew you woke up, Song Song would be very happy."
Song Fei: "I want to give her a surprise, do you understand surprise?"
Only then did Yan Jiang shut his mouth.
He found a quilt and spread it on the wooden floor beside the bay window. The weather is slightly cool, so there is no need to turn on the air conditioner at night, and you have to cover yourself with a thin quilt. Yan Jiang turned off the light in the room and lay down without saying a word. He didn't hear Song Fei chasing him away. He was finally relieved.
Yan Jiang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, feeling more relaxed than ever before.
Song Fei woke up.
His Song Fei woke up.
very nice.
Suddenly, Song Fei's voice sounded in the room: "Are you still afraid of the dark?"
Yan Jiang was taken aback.
Song Fei suddenly turned on a wall lamp, "If you are afraid of the dark, turn on the light to sleep, no one will laugh at you." Song Fei turned over and lay on her side, facing Yan Jiang's room and closed her eyes.
With the light of the dim wall lamp, Yan Jiang could see Song Fei's appearance. After closing her eyes, her palm-sized cheeks did not have the aggressiveness she had when she was awake. Instead, she felt petite and lovable.
Looking at Song Fei, Yan Jiang felt relieved.
He couldn't help but think of his teenage years, when his grandma had just passed away, and every evening when the sun went down, he would start to feel anxious and flustered. To Yan Jiang, Hei Ye is a monster with countless minions. As long as he closes his eyes, those monsters will trap him.
His room was only separated from Song Fei's room by a wall. The sound insulation in the old community was not good at that time. Knowing that he was afraid of the dark, Song Fei next door would always make some noise. During the long night, the occasional movement from Song Fei's room always made Yan Jiang find courage.
Is it just brothers
Yan Jiang doesn't believe it, there is no such caring brother, if there is, it is also the rhythm of the base. "
The trending search about Yan Jiang and Song Fei was quickly suppressed, and when Song Ci woke up, the trending search was no longer on Weibo. Therefore, Song Ci also missed the news of Song Fei's wake-up in the first place.
Han Zhan stayed in Shenyang for three days. On the fourth day, he woke up Song Ci early in the morning, "Get up, I'm not working today, I'll take you to play."
Song Ci sat up quickly, took off her pajamas, and then changed into the clothes Han Zhan threw to her. Song Ci found it strange that Han Zhan stuffed a thin sweater into the backpack, and she asked Han Zhan, "Where are we going?"
"Changbai Mountain."
"Yo ho, travel!" Song Ci hurriedly got dressed, and took a quick trip with Han Zhan with her bag.
Han Zhan had already made preparations and applied for route approval in advance. They arrived at Changbaishan Airport by private jet, and then chartered a car to Songjianghe Town. In this trip, apart from Song Ci and Han Zhan, Song Shiqing, Xiong Jian, and a capable subordinate of Bei Zhan, there were five people in total.
It was not suitable for climbing that day, so they stayed at a local hot spring resort hotel. After dinner, Han Zhan walked with Song Ci for a while, and then came to the outdoor swimming pool to swim.
Song Ci felt the temperature of the water, and it was a little cold. The nighttime temperature at the foot of the mountain was only six to seven degrees at the end of September. She said: "It's cold, are you sure you want to swim?" Staring at Han Zhan's vigorous and tough body, Song Ci wanted to persuade him not to torture himself like this, even an old bone can't stand it.
Han Zhan was a little full tonight, and he was afraid of getting fat, so he had to swim a few laps to feel at ease.
Interpreting Song Ci's hesitant expression as concern, Han Zhan told her: "I can also swim in cold water in winter. My grandfather swims three times a week, regardless of the weather or season."
Song Ci's admiration for Grandpa deepened in her heart. "Grandpa is a great man." Taking his hand out of the water, Song Ci stood on the bank, gathered the shawl on his shoulders, and said, "You swim, I'd better go to the hot spring."
Hearing this, Han Zhan was a little moved again. He really wanted to soak in the hot springs with Song Ci, but
No one can hinder him from exercising and maintaining a good figure, neither can Song Ci! "Can you wait for me for half an hour? After I finish swimming, I will accompany you to the hot spring."
Han Zhan used a discussing tone, how could Song Ci not listen.
Song Ci agreed.
So Han Zhan was swimming in the swimming pool, while Song Ci sat aside and read a book, "The Ordinary World" recommended by Han Zhan, which happened to be in this hotel. After Han Zhan swam, the two went to the hot spring together.
(end of this chapter)