The Whole World Knows She Loves Me

The car was driven by Jiang Liuyi. After getting in the car, she turned on the heater and handed Song Xian a blanket to let her rest first. Song Xian turned to look out of the car window. The autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, and many leaves were stuck to the window. The wind picked up and made a rustling sound.

Jiang Liuyi was driving steadily. In the quiet car, Song Xian's cell phone beeped twice. She looked down and saw that it was the editor-in-chief of the children's magazine who sent her a message, asking if she was busy recently.

Song Xian seldom chatted with people, and the editor-in-chief was not polite after posting, and directly posted: [I just talked to editor-in-chief Yuan, can you come back to the children's magazine for a while? 】

Back to children's magazines?

Song Xian hadn't decided whether to stay in the new magazine or return to the children's magazine before, but now he hesitated for two seconds and didn't reply when he saw this message. Jiang Liuyi beside him asked, "What's wrong?"

"The editor-in-chief sent me a message." Song Xian said, "Let me return to the children's magazine for a while."

Jiang Liuyi nodded: "That's good, don't you always wonder if you should go back?"

Song Xian turned to look at Jiang Liuyi, the streetlight outside the car window shone in, shining light and dark on Jiang Liuyi's side face, she nodded, Jiang Liuyi said: "Isn't this the best opportunity?"

"The best opportunity?" Song Xian fixedly looked at Jiang Liuyi.

Jiang Liuyi's eyes became more gentle, and she smiled: "That's right, you go back to the children's magazine for a while, compare the two sides, don't you know where you want to stay?"

Song Xian felt that what she said was very reasonable, and replied to the editor-in-chief: 【Got it. 】

The editor-in-chief asked her to go back after handing over the work in hand. After Song Xian sent the message and put down the phone, Jiang Liuyi asked, "What did you say?"

Song Xian nodded: "Go back after the work is handed over."

Jiang Liuyi showed a faint smile, and her driving expression became more serious. When she got downstairs, she parked the car in the garage. When Song Xian reported the building and floor, she was only slightly startled for a few seconds, and quickly recovered: "Did you tell her we're coming?"

Song Xian held the insulation box and said, "No."

Jiang Liuyi said: "Let's go, go up and have a look first, your senior sister may not be at home."

After all, there may be a dinner at the Academy of Fine Arts today, but I don't know if Wenren Yu will be there.

Song Xian followed her into the elevator.

Not long after Wenren Yu came back, the assistant was still helping to clean up the house. After cleaning up, he went to ask Wenren Yu: "Miss Wenren, do I need to make you something to eat? You don't eat much tonight."

"No need." Wenren Yu coughed twice and said, "Where's the medicine?"

The assistant helped to pour warm water, handed it to Wenren Yu, and poured good medicine for her and put it in her palm. Accept an interview?"

Wenren Yu shook his head: "It's too late."

The assistant was slightly surprised: "Why is it too late?"

Wenren Yu said: "I've booked a flight ticket for next week. After the interview is over, I'm going back."

The assistant was stunned: "So fast?"

Wenren Yu nodded and sighed softly: "It's not fast."

It was already very slow, if she had come to Song Xian earlier to clarify the matter, perhaps Song Xian would have picked up the paintbrush long ago, because she was too fragile, and she thought Song Xian was also very fragile.

But the man was clearly very strong.

Wenren Yu sat in a wheelchair, put down his glass, and said to his assistant, "You go back first."

"I'll go back after you sleep?" The assistant was obviously worried. Last time, one of them caught a cold without looking at them. This time, he didn't dare to leave first.

Wenren Yu smiled: "I'm fine, let's go back first, I want to be alone later."

The assistant bit her lip: "OK, call me if you need anything."

She made a gesture of shaking the phone, Wenren Yu nodded, and the assistant went out with her bag. When getting on the elevator, she passed another elevator. Once in and out, Song Xian and Jiang Liuyi stood at the door, and Jiang Liuyi pressed the button. The doorbell came from Wenren Yu's hoarse voice: "What's wrong? Did you forget something?"

The door opened, and seeing Song Xian and Jiang Liuyi, Wenren Yu paused, and then stepped aside: "Why are you here? I thought my assistant was back."

Jiang Liuyi and Song Xian walked in, and they looked around. It was a very common two-bedroom apartment with simple decoration and a big balcony. Jiang Liuyi asked, "Did you just buy this house?"

Wenren Yu said: "It's relatively simple to rent, and you can sit wherever you want."

Sure enough, the living room was very empty, except for a cabinet-type air conditioner, there was only a tea table, sofa, and a TV. Wen Renyu turned his wheelchair to the kitchen, and a voice floated out: "What do you drink, tea or coffee?"

Jiang Liuyi said, "Let's boil the water."

Wen Renyu poured two cups of warm water for the two of them, and stared at the two cups when she was about to turn back. She couldn't carry two cups out at once. Wen Renyu pressed the edge of the wheelchair with his knuckles turning white. Song Xian walked into the kitchen, Putting down the insulation box, Wenren Yu asked, "What is this?"

"Pork rib soup." Song Xian replied to her, "It's still hot."

After she finished speaking, she picked up two cups, went out of the kitchen and handed them to Jiang Liuyi.

Jiang Liuyi said: "The scenery here is pretty good."

Not far ahead is the park, with neon lights flashing, and laughter can be heard. For a person who lives here alone, there is a great warmth.

Wenren Yu said, "It's pretty good. There's a park downstairs. Would you like to go for a stroll?"

Jiang Liuyi looked at Song Xian and said, "Okay."

She pushed Wenren Yu, and Song Xian followed behind them. There were more and more people going down, the closer to the park, the children ran in groups, the elderly were dancing in the square, some young people were playing basketball, some Standing by and chatting, after the three of them appeared, several little girls were eager to try and wanted to get in touch, especially staring at Song Xian the most.

"Hey, is the one who pushes the wheelchair the same as the one who sits in the wheelchair? The one next to him is designated to be single, shall we try?"

They were all girls who had just grown up, each of them was decisive and enthusiastic, and quickly surrounded them. Under the light, Jiang Liuyi's face was gradually seen clearly, and the girls muttered, "Why do they look so familiar?"

"Jiang Liuyi!" One of the girls jumped up: "Is it Jiang Liuyi!"

"Hey, it's true! The one next to her is not single, but her wife!"

Sighing and happy, they took a few sneak shots of Jiang Liuyi and Song Xian and left. There were so many people and noisy, Song Xian looked to the quiet place on the other side, and tugged at Jiang Liuyi's clothes. Jiang Liuyi lowered his eyes and looked Seeing her small movements, her eyes filled with a smile, and she said, "Let's go over there."

Wenren Yu has no objection.

The two of them pushed Wenren Yu to a lake, and there were many dating young couples around, but obviously the atmosphere was much more deserted than there. When Jiang Liuyi pushed Wenren Yu past, the young couples around changed places.

There was a cool breeze, and the temperature difference between day and night was huge. Wenren Yu was choked by the cold wind blowing in front of him, and coughed several times. body.

Wenren Yu was obviously taken aback, turned his head to look at Jiang Liuyi, and returned the clothes with a smile: "Thank you, but I'm not that serious."

"Cover it up." Jiang Liuyi said, "Didn't you catch a cold?"

Wenren Yu thought for a few seconds, then nodded.

Song Xian looked at Jiang Liuyi beside him: "Aren't you cold?"

She said she wanted to take off her clothes for Jiang Liuyi, but was held down by Jiang Liuyi.

Jiang Liuyin was wearing a light gray cashmere turtleneck sweater inside. She held Song Xian down and put her hand on the back of Song Xian's hand, and said, "Look, it's not cold."

Seeing Song Xian frowning, she said, "I'm really worried that I'm cold, so go and buy us two cups of hot drinks."

Song Xian followed her gaze and saw that there was a milk tea seller at the door, she nodded: "Okay."

It's over.

Jiang Liuyi pushed Wenren Yu to the edge of the lake. She sat on a stone bench and Wenren Yu sat next to her. The two quietly watched the lake for a long time. Wenren Yu turned his head: "Do you want to talk to me?"

Jiang Liuyi wore a thin cashmere sweater, sat upright, and kept looking at the lake in front of her. Occasionally, there was a gust of wind, causing waves to sway. She nodded: "I have a question for Miss Wenren."

Wenren Yu said, "What's the problem?"

Jiang Liuyi withdrew her gaze, turned her head, her eyes were clear and clean, like the lake in front of her, the surface was calm, but the inside was turbulent. She blinked and asked, "I heard that Miss Wenren also likes to play the piano?"

Wenren Yu nodded: "I like it."

Jiang Liuyi was silent for two seconds: "Do you still like it now?"

Wenren Yu said: "I like it, including in the future, I will still like it."

She has an upright attitude. Although she is sitting in a wheelchair, she is not embarrassed at all, her tone is calm, and there is an unspoken tenderness.

Jiang Liuyi's face changed slightly, and she was silent for a moment and said, "I received a piano a while ago, and later found out that it didn't belong to me. Miss Wenren, tell me, do you want to return it to the original owner?"

Wenren Yu thought for a few seconds when he heard this, looked at her and said, "Miss Jiang, returning things to their original owners means returning something that was originally someone else's. If you haven’t owned it before, where did you come from the original owner?”

"You're the first person to own that piano."

Jiang Liuyi took a deep look at her.

Wenren Yu said again: "Miss Jiang, since I have it now, it means that the piano should belong to you, and you have a destiny."

"Speaking of which, this piano is really destined for you."

Fate... These words, Allen once said, Jiang Liuyi only understood the metaphor of Allen's words at this time, Allen is so smart, and he is Song Xian's uncle, it is impossible not to know that Song Xian and Wenren Yu want Regarding the matter of marriage, it is even more impossible not to know how much he would think when he said those words, but he still said it at the time, originally he wanted to tell her that Song Xian had a destiny with her, just like this piano.

It was she who didn't understand at the time.

Jiang Liuyi focused his attention and said, "I see."

Wenren Yu said: "However, that piano is new after all and still needs to be adjusted. I hope Miss Jiang will be patient."

Jiang Liuyi turned her head to look at Wenren Yu, the two looked at each other, Jiang Liuyi's attitude was firm: "We will get along well."

Wenren Yu glanced at her and smiled slightly.

Not far away, Song Xian came over with a hot drink. Jiang Liuyi just got up and wanted to pick Song Xian up, when Wenren Yu called, "Miss Jiang."

Jiang Liuyi lowered her head, and Yu, who saw the news, turned her head and said to her: "Perhaps it's time for you to ask Song Xian why he didn't paint in the first place."