Ye Linlang's slightly timid voice lingered in his ears. Jiang Qiran tilted his head and looked into Ye Linlang's heart.
"Are you sure you want to leave this jade Buddha with me?"
If he remembered correctly, when he first arrived at Lingyun High School, he saw Ye Linlang arguing with others because of this jade Buddha.
He would never forget the excited expression on the girl's face when he helped her snatch the jade Buddha.
It was like the joy overflowing from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't hide it no matter what.
It was at that time that Jiang Qiran felt that Ye Linlang came alive in his heart.
If I'm not mistaken, this jade Buddha should be a gift from someone very important to Ye Linlang.
Or maybe it has some important meaning to Ye Linlang.
…
Ye Linlang took out the jade Buddha tied with an ordinary red rope. She spread out her palm and saw that the jade Buddha was dark green.
Because Ye Linlang wears it with her all year round, the edge of the red rope has been worn quite a bit.
"You don't like it?"
Ye Linlang looked at Jiang Qiran a little nervously, and she really couldn't make up her mind.
Jiang Qiran said before that if he felt bad for taking the phone that he bought for 4,000 yuan, he could give him a gift.
Jiang Qiran's suggestion was to let her learn a few more dishes, but Ye Linlang knew that Jiang Qiran was just trying to give her a way out.
Of all the things on her body, only this jade Buddha is the most precious, although it is only worth one or two hundred yuan.
However, for Ye Linlang, the true value of this jade pendant cannot be measured by money.
This was the sixteenth birthday gift that Grandma Song gave to Ye Linlang. Because of this, her bond with Jiang Qiran deepened. With so many ties, they could not be severed.
If it is given to Jiang Qiran, it can also become a good wish.
…
What Ye Linlang feared most was that Jiang Qiran would look down on the gift she gave him. After all, it was only worth one or two hundred yuan, and she was afraid that it would not even catch Jiang Qiran's eye!
After all, the cufflinks on Jiang Qiran's shirt are all made of black jadeite, and that cufflink alone is worth five or six hundred yuan!
Ye Linlang never thought that having money meant everything, or that it meant being superior to others. But sometimes, when you are faced with a huge gap between the rich and the poor, people will feel inferior to some extent.
Especially in front of your loved one.
Seeing Jiang Qiran remained silent, Ye Linlang became even more flustered.
The courage she had finally mustered was gone in an instant.
"If you don't like it... it's okay, just pretend I never said anything."
Ye Linlang hurriedly wanted to put away the inferior jade Buddha, but just as she put it away, she saw Jiang Qiran suddenly reach out his hand and calmly take the jade Buddha.
The red rope, which was a little rough from being rubbed by the skin, somehow took on a certain noble texture in Jiang Qiran's hands.
"Who said I don't like it?"
Jiang Qiran glanced at Ye Linlang indifferently. He really felt that Ye Linlang's stubbornness and a little inferiority complex made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Ye Linlang, I like it very much, thank you."
As Jiang Qiran spoke, he put the jade Buddha into his pocket.
Ye Linlang stared at her blankly, the cowardly feeling from before faded away and turned into an extremely confused state.
"Do you really like it? Or are you just trying to comfort me?"
Jiang Qiran burst out laughing.
Why do you think this girl is so insecure
"Do I have any need to lie to you?"
Jiang Qiran added another sentence.
"You have to remember that the most valuable thing about a gift is always the thought, not the price. For example, the phone I gave you is just for the convenience of communication. You don't have to feel too much psychological pressure."
The young man's clear voice echoed in the early autumn air, and it inexplicably gave people a calming feeling.
To be honest, Ye Linlang really wanted to cry after hearing this.
She had never been treated so gently by anyone.
Although Jiang Qiran's expression and tone were not gentle enough.
But Ye Linlang felt as if she had come into contact with a living soul beneath the boy's cold appearance.
…
Seeing that Ye Linlang finally stopped worrying about such a small matter, Jiang Qiran also breathed a sigh of relief.
He is actually very bad at comforting others.
For example, Jiang Miaomiao has been a poor student since childhood and has always been under his halo. Jiang Qiran would occasionally comfort her.
But Jiang Miaomiao was so pissed off by Jiang Qiran that instead of being comforted, she wanted to hit him!
…
Jiang Qiran stretched out his slender, porcelain-white hand and casually placed it in front of Ye Linlang.
"Take out your cell phone."
Ye Linlang nodded and quickly took out the mobile phone she had just taken out.
Jiang Qiran helped Ye Linlang set up the mobile phone applications and even downloaded a few word-memorizing apps for her.
After doing all this, Jiang Qiran immediately opened the address book list and started typing in his own number.
"alright."
Jiang Qiran said this calmly, and then handed the light purple female mobile phone back to Ye Linlang.
Ye Linlang nodded in confusion. She glanced at the address book that was originally empty, and saw that there was suddenly one more name!
It’s very simple. The name on that address book is Jiang Qiran’s, and behind it is of course Jiang Qiran’s mobile phone number.
"Can I have a new nickname?"
Ye Linlang asked Jiang Qiran tentatively.
Jiang Qiran nodded.
"It's your phone, you can change it as you like."
So Ye Linlang let herself go and wrote these few big words on it.
—My dear male god!
Jiang Qiran couldn't help laughing, but when he saw the nickname with an admiring tone, he suddenly felt much better.
…
After buying the mobile phone, Ye Linlang and Jiang Qiran returned to Jiang Qiran’s apartment carrying bags of food.
Jiang Qiran's family never cooks all year round. Plus, Jiang Qiran obviously avoids cooking, so Ye Linlang thought that Jiang Qiran's family members didn't cook either.
Maybe they are rich, just like the Ye family, they hired Filipino maids.
Later, Ye Linlang found out that Jiang Qiran’s parents were actually good cooks, especially Jiang Qiran’s father. A long time later, Ye Linlang once ate a dish cooked by Jiang Qiran’s father, and it was so delicious that it made her want to cry!
Ye Linlang hugged Jiang Qiran with tears in her eyes at that time, wondering why Jiang Qiran didn't inherit Jiang Xuecheng's cooking skills
What a pity!
…
It was time to go back to school in the evening, and Ye Linlang felt reluctant to leave.
She packed all her things, and Jiang Qiran had already called the driver.
When getting on the bus, Ye Linlang couldn't help but turn around and ask Jiang Qiran a question.
"Qiran, do you think I can get into the top fifteen in the class?"
The wind was too strong and the car started too fast, so Ye Linlang was unable to hear Jiang Qiran's answer.
(End of this chapter)