The whole morning, Song Yaoyao nestled in the greenhouse, with her eyes closed, listening leisurely to the man reading poems to her.
He even spoke seven languages, with an indescribably gentle and mellow voice.
Song Yaoyao was not surprised at all that Huo Yunque would be so good.
This is the man she fell in love with from the very first sight.
From head to toe, even hair is pleasing to her eyes.
Ease makes people lazy, this sentence is apt to describe Song Yaoyao.
She didn't even remember when she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, she was already on her big pink bed.
"elder brother?"
She rubbed her forehead and got up from the bed in a daze.
Huo Yunque's pleasant voice seemed to still be echoing in his mind.
Song Yaoyao couldn't help feeling annoyed.
"Why did you forget to record it?"
It is definitely an excellent 'artifact' to lull you to sleep every night.
"Tuk-tuk-"
When the door rang, Song Yaoyao lay on the bed and didn't want to move. He asked sullenly, "Who is it?"
"Miss Song, it's me."
Uncle Zhang's voice sounded through the door, making Song Yaoyao sit up all of a sudden.
"Ah Uncle Zhang, what's the matter?"
"There is a visitor, do you want to see Miss Song?"
guest
Song Yaoyao was at a loss.
When she walked into the study, what she saw was an unfamiliar face.
Song Yaoyao swears that she has never seen this person before.
"Oh, hello pretty little angel."
The young priest stood up and greeted Song Yaoyao with a smile.
He is wearing a strict black robe with 33 buttons representing the 33 years of Jesus Christ's life. A dark golden cross hangs on his chest. He really doesn't look like a priest when he is young, but looks like a cosplayer with exquisite props.
"you know me?"
Song Yaoyao stood at the door, tilted her head, and looked at him steadily.
At the same time, Nolan was also looking at Song Yaoyao.
She has light blonde short curly hair and delicate facial features like an angel in a mural. The eye sockets are deep, and the pupils are the color of the sky, clean and spotless.
Pale and fragile.
In Song Yaoyao's view, all of this is an illusion.
No one's eyes can be as clear as glass, without any emotions.
His appearance revealed strangeness everywhere.
"Of course, I've heard of you often."
Nolan's gentleman's salute is elegant and noble.
"However, it is only limited to what I heard. This is the first time I have met you. I hope I didn't scare you."
"Miss Song?"
Huo Jiu narrowed his eyes and stared at Nolan vigilantly, "You have to be careful with this magic stick."
"God stick?"
Song Yaoyao was dumbfounded, and looked at Nolan in surprise.
"Oh, well, maybe in the eyes of many people, I am indeed a magic stick. It doesn't matter, God will forgive you."
Nolan smiled gently, "But please don't treat me as an enemy. In fact, I was just entrusted to bring you a letter."
"letter?"
Song Yaoyao was even more confused. In this era of advanced Internet, do I still need to write letters
unless-
She thought of a possibility, and a weird person like Nolan might indeed know him.
"Huo Jiu, wait for me outside."
Song Yaoyao closed the door of the study room without taking the initiative to mention her name.
"Do I know the person who asked you to carry the letter?"
She fixedly stared at Nolan's blue eyes, not letting go of any clues.
"Very familiar."
Nolan smiled, quickly took out the letter, and handed it to Song Yaoyao.
"I think, after seeing this, you should understand."
that's the truth.
Song Yaoyao was too familiar with the handwriting on it.