The Whole World Knows She Loves Me

Jiang Liuyi returned to the previous place, Song Xian sat very quietly, her bag was placed on the stone table, Song Xian held a pencil and a piece of drawing paper in her hand, she looked up at the group of playful children, While bowing his head, he drew quickly.

The understatement made waves in Jiang Liuyi's heart.

She stood a few meters away, did not bother Song Xian, just stood there with a box of lunch, Song Xian painted with a serious and rigorous expression, when she rubbed her neck, Jiang Liuyi walked over and said, "What are you painting?" ?”

Song Xian tilted his head and handed the painting to her.

The painting is a group of playful children, running, chasing, and playing. Song Xian captured their subtle expressions very well. With just a pencil, you can see that each child's expression is slightly different.

Jiang Liuyi doesn't know how to draw very well, but she feels that this is already very powerful.

She put down the lunch box and said, "You like to be in children's magazines, but you like to draw children?"

Song Xian nodded: "Almost."

The passion and sunshine that emanate from these children are incomparable to adults. They are wanton and lively, and they have unlimited happiness. Bai Ye used to say that he can spend more time with the children in his free time.

Art is pure, and so are children.

So Song Xian has always liked to watch them play around.

Jiang Liuyi overturned her previous point of view. She thought that Song Xian's quiet personality would not like noisy children very much, but she didn't expect...

It's not surprising, she is not surprised by what Song Xian does or thinks.

Jiang Liuyi said: "Then let's not go to the playground today, how about sitting here and observing the children?"

Song Xian tilted his head: "Observe the child?"

Jiang Liuyi was serious: "That's right, there are a group of children over there. Let's observe which ones were brought by their parents and which ones were brought by their grandparents. How about it? The winners can propose one to the losers." Require."

Song Xian never thought about this point.

She was very interested and nodded: "OK."

Jiang Liuyi lowered her head and suppressed her smile, she said, "Then let's observe while eating."

Song Xian had no objection.

The two of them had their lunch with their heads down. Not far away, a group of children were playing on a trampoline, throwing them high and falling down again and again. There were so many people in the park that they didn't notice a person standing more than ten meters behind them. Director Yao pushed The wheelchair said, "Do you want to go up and say hello?"

Wenren Yu waved his hand: "Don't disturb her."

Director Yao was puzzled: "You guys have to meet."

Wen Renyu nodded, and the corners of his lips hidden in the mask slightly raised, showing a gentle smile: "We must meet again, and also in the future."

Director Yao said: "I sent her an invitation letter for the annual art festival, I don't know if she will come."

Wenren Yu shook his head and smiled faintly: "No."

Just as Director Yao was about to speak, Wenren Yu said, "But the teacher will contact her."

"What about you?" Director Yao is actually more familiar with Wenren Yu. Although Song Xian was excavated by her and sent to Mr. He, she has rarely seen her since she followed Bai Ye. It's not like she can go if she wants to.

Wenren Yu is different.

Her mother is from the Academy of Fine Arts, so she often meets, and she also knows more about Wenren Yu, knowing that she will no longer paint. Director Yao regretted for a long time, and even went to Wenren's house to have a fight with her mother, and it was still Wenren Yu. Come out and say to her, "Auntie, it's my decision."

She stopped talking.

Watching the two geniuses fall helplessly, she didn't know how uncomfortable it was, the pain was terribly painful, so she forced herself not to pay attention to the affairs of Song Xian and Wenren Yu.

Until she saw Song Xian pick up the brush again in the studio.

She was so relieved.

When Wenren Yu returned home, she went to pick up the plane in person. Wenren Yu said, "Auntie, I thought you were still angry."

angry? Of course angry, such a good talent wasted, who wouldn't be angry? But she was also relieved, after all, it was their choice, and they couldn't force it at all.

Wenren Yu said, "Auntie, let's go back."

Director Yao looked in Song Xian's direction. Song Xian was listening to Jiang Liuyi's words. She had a fair profile and fair skin. She asked, "How do you know?"

It was grandparents who had just come to take the first child away, but Song Xian guessed they were a couple.

Lost in the first round.

Jiang Liuyi said: "Just guess."

The method told Song Xian, so how can he win? Song Xian is too smart, telling her that he didn't win any hope.

Song Xian was rarely bored.

Jiang Liuyi said: "Continue?"

Song Xian nodded.

Soon the second child and the third child were all taken away one after another. Song Xian guessed four correctly, and Jiang Liuyi guessed six correctly.

Jiang Liuyi said: "I won."

Song Xian asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Jiang Liuyi said, "Let me think about it."

Thinking of this, I thought of the night, when the two drove back, she received a message from He Xiaoying on the way, and He Xiaoying asked: [Song Xian, have you heard the news about the rectification of children's magazines? 】

Song Xian frowned, and replied to her: [Rectification? 】

He Xiaoying said: [Yes, it will be rectified in the second half of the year, but I don't know what to change. 】

Song Xian squeezed the phone, a little silent.

She clicked into the group of the former children's magazine, silently, no one spoke, the last news was four months ago, when she was transferred to the new magazine, other people asked her about it in the group, and never heard of it again People sent group messages.

Jiang Liu caught sight of her expression from the corner of her eye and asked, "What's wrong?"

Just about to say it's nothing, Song Xian held back and said, "The magazine is going to rectify the children's magazine."

Jiang Liuyi frowned: "How to rectify?"

Song Xian said, "I don't know yet."

Jiang Liuyi tilted her head and said, "Don't think too much if you still don't know, go to the magazine tomorrow and ask."

Song Xian nodded, humming lightly.

Seeing that Song Xian was not in a good mood, Jiang Liuyi took her to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. Not long after Song Xian sat down, her phone rang. Jiang Liuyi looked in the direction of the bathroom, took Song Xian's phone again, and saw She thought for a while about the blinking teacher, but didn't answer.

When Song Xian came back from the bathroom, Jiang Liuyi said, "Someone called you just now."

"Yeah." Song Xian tilted her head with a natural expression. When she opened the screen and saw that the missed call was the teacher, her fingertips paused, her pupils shrank slightly, and she lowered her eyes. Jiang Liuyi asked, "Do you want to call back?"

Song Xian said: "Go home and come back."

Jiang Liuyi nodded, and soon the dishes were served. She pushed a few dishes to Song Xian: "Try it? I think these dishes taste good."

Song Xian returned to his usual indifference, picking up chopsticks to pick up vegetables to eat, but when he glanced at the phone inadvertently from the corner of his eye, his eyes trembled slightly.

After dinner, the two of them were not in a hurry to go back. Jiang Liuyi took Song Xian to stroll around the nearby night scene. She rarely came here, so she couldn't figure out the direction. She asked Song Xian, "Where did you live before?"

Song Xian shook his head, pointing to the side: "That neighborhood."

"The house is empty now?" Jiang Liuyi asked, she seemed to have only been to that house once, it was Song Xian who invited her upstairs to drink tea, it was really tea, the two of them didn't do anything, just sat on the sofa Drinking tea, she still remembered Song Xian saying: "What do you think of me?"

She choked on the tea before she drank it, her face was slightly dry, and she asked, "What?"

Song Xian said: "What do you think of me? I think your conditions are very suitable for me, do you want to continue to understand?"

She coughed heavily: "Continue to understand?"

Song Xian nodded: "The understanding is based on marriage."

At that time, she looked at Song Xian and agreed to such absurd words.

Jiang Liuyi said, "Do you want to go back?"

"Go back?" Song Xian frowned, Jiang Liuyi said, "Have you brought the key?"

Song Xian: "Bring it."

Jiang Liuyi said: "Then let's go home and have a look."

Song Xian turned to look at her.

What Jiang Liuyi said was, go home. Because of these two words, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, warm and soft, she nodded: "Okay."

Jiang Liuyi tilted her head to look at Song Xian, she wanted to go and have a look, and entered that room with a different mood, this time there was no suitable condition, but she liked Song Xian, she liked it very much, she wanted to go and have a look that she hadn't noticed before everything of.

The two drove directly into the parking lot of the community. After getting off the car, Song Xian found the key from the bag. The phone screen lit up. She hesitated for a few seconds before picking it up. It was sent to her by Gu Yuanyuan, telling her that the cake was ready. I took a picture of her.

Song Xian's mood was floating, she looked back at Yuanyuan: "Got it."

Jiang Liuyi asked: "Who is it?"

Song Xian put down the phone: "Gu Yuanyuan."

After talking, the two entered the elevator. Song Xian lived on the 17th floor, the middle stall, and the location was good. Song Xian opened the door and Jiang Liuyi went in. It was not as dusty as imagined, but it was quite clean. Jiang Liuyi asked: "You came back to clean?"

"There is housekeeping." Song Xian hired housekeeping a long time ago, and the contract is for one year, and this year is not over yet.

Jiang Liuyi understood, and when she entered, she saw that Song Xian had turned on the lights. The room was not as big as the one they live in now. It looked like a hundred square meters, three rooms, two bedrooms and one bathroom. Jiang Liuyi walked into one of the rooms. It should be the room where Song Xian lived before, and the other is the guest room.

Song Xian followed her in.

There was a bay window in the room. Jiang Liuyi walked over, stood in front of the bay window, and opened the curtains. The lights of thousands of houses downstairs were like stars, and they were bright and flickering. Some of them were reflected on the glass. There were also two slender figures reflected on it.

Song Xian stood at the door, eyes as calm as water, Jiang Liuyi let go of the curtains, turned his head, and looked around, just as imagined, a very simple room, a wardrobe, a bed, two bedside tables, a bedside lamp, and There are a few magazines, and everything looks warm and natural and comfortable.

Jiang Liuyi felt tenderness from the bottom of her heart, wrapped Song Xian's name, pushed the name to her heart, and engraved it on it.

She walked a few steps towards Song Xian, the two faced each other, Jiang Liuyi lowered her eyes, her gaze went from Song Xian's fair forehead to Song Xian's thin lips, which she hadn't kissed for several days, she couldn't help but look deeply at this moment. As she spoke, her body was filled with familiar heat, like a little wild animal rampaging in her body, wanting to hug Song Xian, sinking fiercely.

Jiang Liuyi opened her lips: "Song Xian, do you still have clean sheets at home?"

Song Xian raised his eyes, the long eyelashes scraped across Jiang Liuyi's heart, it was crispy and itchy, even hotter, his palms were hot, Jiang Liuyi took another step closer to her, stretched out his hand to grab Song Xian's wrist, attached it to his lips, and opened his mouth Bite the skin on the inside of your wrist.

Song Xian's breathing fluctuated obviously.

Jiang Liuyi looked at her fixedly, the fire in the eyes of the two of them was provocative, Jiang Liuyi said in a hoarse voice: "Can I not go back tonight?"