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Chapter 49: Thoughts
What do you like about him?
Song Wenting does not have a definite answer, maybe it is human instinct to look for light, or maybe he is too different from himself.
"he's good."
Song Wenting's voice fell into the breeze and was captured by Jiang Yi.
He remembered the secret of Song Wenting that he had accidentally spied on. She had a high fever and kept calling a boy's name, one after another, as if calling her would make her feel better.
Later, when his curiosity became a problem, he deliberately asked about the boy named "Ji Yanzhou". At that time, he had just entered the first year of junior high school, and he had been thrown into the house of a so-called "father" by Yun Jin. Days of truancy.
The reputation is on both sides. Some people say that he had discounted his legs in high school, and the most powerful one almost got an orange. Some people also say that his arrogance naturally has a reason for being arrogant. As long as he does not provoke him, he will not beat people for no reason.
He had seen them once in their university by chance, the girls were all dressed in elegance, while the men were all dressed in black, their tall and straight figures set off Song Wenting's petite and pitiful figure even more.
He frowned.
He subconsciously thought that Song Wenting was definitely the weaker party and would definitely be bullied by him.
Right now, his eyes fell on the woman's soft side face, and he remembered her sentence "Others are good."
What wanted to say, had to swallow it in the end.
Song Wenting took him to a steamed bun porridge shop. The two ate some fried dough sticks and soy milk together, and then drove to a cemetery in the west of the city.
In front of the translucent black tombstone, Jiang Yi put down the chrysanthemum in his hand, bent his shoulders and knelt down directly facing his grandmother.
On the monument is a photo of my grandmother when she was young, with thin eyebrows and big eyes, a melon-seeded face, a thick smile on her lips, and a slender braid hanging down from her ears, which is gentle and comfortable and beautiful.
Song Wenting looks a bit like her.
The wind blew, and a few trees rustled halfway up the mountain, and also blew the dust left by the burning of incense in front of the monument into the air.
Song Wenting stood silently, without speaking.
After half an hour, the two left.
Song Wenting asked about his recent situation, Jiang Yi looked like he didn't want to say more, but Song Wenting knew that he didn't go to college.
Not counting the chance encounter three years ago, they have been separated for too long, and they are no longer a child with thorns, but have grown into a tall boy.
Between the youthful brows and eyes, he could not see the despair of the past.
What he was wearing and the car told Song Wenting that he was doing pretty well these days.
So she didn't ask for greetings, the big car took her all the way to Shinan, and at an intersection, the two broke up.
The wind blew his long hair, Song Wenting pulled it back, then took out his mobile phone and asked for his contact information.
Satisfied, he turned around and walked into the alley.
The custom-made cheongsam shop was located at the end of this renovated ancient street. Song Wenting had already contacted the shop manager. When she walked in, there were already people in the shop.
The girl heard the sound and got up to meet her.
"Miss Song, right?"
Song Wenting smiled and nodded, and the little girl asked her to sit down for a while, and she went to the back room to help her get her clothes.
Sitting on a sofa with long slender legs, Song Wenting took advantage of the opportunity to look at the layout of the store. The finished cheongsams were hung up one by one. In the window, two models were wearing half-slit printed cheongsams. The design style was really eye-catching.
After a while, the girl came out with a cheongsam in a dust cover. She approached and opened the zipper to reveal an apricot-colored cheongsam, embellished with light green embroidered flowers, and hidden beautiful dark lines.
Song Wenting has seen Grandma Ji wear cheongsam several times. She prefers solid colors, especially light colors.
"No problem." Song Wenting took the bag, she politely thanked, "Thank you."
After taking a taxi, Song Wenting went back to the Yufu again, and then went to Ji's old house with a large bag and a small bag.
As soon as we arrived at the door, Grandma Ji's phone rang at the right time: "Listen, have you arrived yet? Do you need Uncle Chen to pick you up?"
Song Wenting pushed open the carved courtyard door, followed by a smiling voice: "No need grandma, I've already arrived at the door."
After speaking, the old man exclaimed, and then her figure appeared in front of her.
Song Wenting carried all kinds of beautifully packaged bags and entered the house.
Grandma's voice fell behind her: "Listen, what other gifts do you bring home?"
Auntie took her coat and bag, and Song Wenting put all the things in her hand in the living room, then picked up the wrapped cheongsam, and handed it to Grandma Ji with her own hands. She said in a clean and bright voice: "Happy birthday, grandma!" , I wish you a bright future every year."
"Listen to the heart." Grandma Ji looked at the woman's small face and was even more happy.
"Wait for grandma for a few minutes, I'll go to the room and put on this one." After saying that, she greeted her aunt with a smile to help her change.
Song Wenting obediently sat on the sofa and waited for her.
A few minutes later, the tall figure of the old man fell into his eyes. The well-wrapped plain cheongsam was very attractive, but when it was worn on Grandma Ji, it showed a more noble temperament, and it was the kind of beauty with charm.
Song Wenting suddenly remembered that she said that she used to be an opera actress, and that charm is still there.
"It's good to listen to your eyes."
Grandma Ji seemed to really like it, and kept complimenting her, and even her aunt was amused by her.
Xu Zhiya walked in from the side gate garden, Song Wenting took out the perfume bought from shopping with Yue Yao a few days ago and handed it to her: "Aunt Xu."
Xu Zhiya was stunned for a moment, and then she picked it up.
"thanks."
Grandma Ji asked her to take off the gift in person, and then a little rose fragrance overflowed, which was her favorite rose Wickywood fragrance. She planted half a wall of roots in the yard.
Grandma Ji praised again: "Listen, your aunt Xu's favorite flower is this flower, you are too careful."
The light fragrance of flowers overflowed, and Xu Zhiya showed a big smile: "Yes, listen carefully."
The intimacy of the name has brought the relationship into a lot.
A house full of joy.
At noon, the three of them were still eating, and Xu Zhiya and Grandma Ji were arranging the dinner.
In the past, this birthday party was very heavy, but as she got older, Grandma Ji didn't like occasions with many people. It was her biggest birthday wish that she only wanted a lot of family members to get together.
Song Wenting would only put forward some ideas of her own when the two of them asked her, and most of the time she just ate quietly.
After dinner, after taking a walk in the garden to digest, Song Wenting was arranged by her grandmother to rest for a while. She couldn't get rid of it, so she had to go upstairs, which was still Ji Yanzhou's room.
She looked for the notebook subconsciously, and she put it back where it was, and there was no trace of movement.
Song Wenting sat on the small sofa and couldn't help thinking of everything in the morning.
Why is she so timid?
What are you worried about? He clearly knew that the person he liked was her, didn't he?
Relying on this love, she should be more brave.
The long legs were slightly bent, and the pointed chin rested on the knees, but she was still afraid that her relationship would deteriorate. Whoever said that she liked it would definitely like it forever.
With a sigh in his heart, Song Wenting took out his phone and sent a message to Ji Yanzhou: [I have already returned to the old house, when will you come back? 】
But like a pebble that fell into the middle of the lake, it didn't cause any ripples.
Song Wenting let out a sigh of relief, so he had no choice but to call Yue Yao and chat to relieve this unexplained emotion.
His sudden indifference made Song Wenting very at a loss.
Yue Yao gave advice on the other end: "You two are too rude. Tingbao, since you like him, you have to say it. Always keep it in your heart and let him guess?"
Song Wenting lowered his eyelashes: "But, I've made it so obvious."
"..."
Yue Yao: "How did you behave?"
So, she talked about her deliberate provocation in this short period of time, perhaps shy, her words were as light as a whisper.
After listening, Yue Yao was silent for a while, and then laughed a little.
In her reproachful "Yao Yao", Yue Yao became serious: "From what I heard, he probably just thought you wanted to sleep with him."
sleep with him?
Her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and an unbelievable expression was printed on the black screen. Soon, her cheeks were stained with a layer of crimson, and she retorted: "I didn't mean that."
"It's not what you think it means." Yue Yao put down the stylus, sat cross-legged on the swivel chair, and slowly helped her groom, "Look, you never said you liked him, before, even I misunderstood you. What I have always liked is Shen Heqing. Besides, you have a bit of a temperament. You know, if you keep everything in your heart, outsiders seem to think that you are not easy to get close to, so from your appearance alone, it is impossible to tell that you are I like him. Even if you deliberately flirt and approach him in your behavior, adult men and women can understand if you simply think you want 'sex'."
Clutching the phone tightly, Song Wenting opened his lips, unable to utter a single syllable.
Is that so?
No wonder he used the word "fishing".
After a long time, Song Wenting spoke up: "So..."
"Yeah." Yue Yao interrupted her, "Tingbao, come on!"
"..."
"One more thing," Yue Yao stretched her legs and deliberately kept the phone low, she whispered, "I heard some gossip from Yan Sen. When he was in junior high school, his biological mother lost him and ran away with others, and His father ignored him and left him in the apartment to fend for himself."
"His father even lied to his family, saying that he was taken abroad by his mother, but in fact, he has been living alone and no one cares. He was also calm and never went to the old house to find them. Until his grandmother found them Only then did he bring him back to Ji's house."
"And, as for his brother, you know, he too, was sent abroad by his father since he was a child, and was trained as a machine with his uncle."
She seemed to be afraid that someone would hear her, and her voice became lower and lower: "So, I think he is quite miserable."
After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting sat silent for a long time.
Until, she set up the stool again, took off the pink notebook, and put it in a conspicuous place on the table, and then, she opened the pages.
In his last sentence: [Song Wenting, you are mine. 】
Write the following sentence in elegant lowercase: [Well, I have always been yours.】
[It's you who listens alone.】