"Why didn't you feel that before?"

"I think so too, so isn't this a secret crush? Or do you think..."

"Don't you think what will happen?"

"I guess you've rejected me in person eight hundred times."

"That's true." Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "Little brat."

"I'm grown up now, you can give me roses."

"I have."

"That's nothing. Give it to me again, but can I make a request? I don't like flowers that are too light in color. I prefer brighter ones, preferably ones that bloom for a long time. But I don't like ones that are too bright, like red roses, which many people give as gifts."

"good."

Song Shengsheng looked at him and smiled: "But to be honest, if you had responded to my implicit confession at that time, I might not like you until now."

"Why?"

"Because I like things that are not so easy to get, and people too."

Jiang Yiyu smiled, stood up straight, and turned to look at the inner room: "Why don't you go in and look for it?"

Song Shengsheng nodded and walked out of the cloakroom.

Jiang Yiyu sat down beside the bed, bent down and opened the drawer of the bedside table. In the first layer, there was a bottle of expired vitamin tablets and a silver square lighter with the letter M engraved on the body. This was Song Ming's habit. He probably took it from Song Ming some time and forgot to return it.

He pushed the drawer shut and opened the second layer, which was empty.

Song Shengsheng walked to the table by the window, squatted down and opened the cabinet under the desk: "This table is probably the least used in this room."

Jiang Yiyu glanced back and said, "Indeed, every time I come to your house, I come to play with Song Ming."

"You don't play with him, and you don't do your homework..." Song Shengsheng opened the cabinet on the other side. She was slightly stunned for a moment, then turned her head to meet Jiang Yiyu's inquiring gaze. Jiang Yiyu asked, "Found it?"

Song Shengsheng didn't say anything, she just retracted her gaze, reached out and took out a square kraft paper box from the bottom layer of the cabinet. She held the box, stood up, pulled out a chair and sat down, patted the thin dust on the box, and opened the lid.

The red scarf was quietly wrapped in yellowed white wrapping paper and lying in the box.

She placed the lid of the box on the table, then gently tore open the wrapping paper and took out the red scarf with rough stitching. Jiang Yiyu was stunned for a moment and smiled, "It really is there!"

Song Shengsheng glanced at him and said, "I never lie."

"You just lied to me not long ago."

"We agreed not to mention it."

Jiang Yiyu stood up, walked around the end of the bed, and sat down at the table. He reached out and took the red scarf from her hand, frowned, and flipped it over and looked at it: "Why did you knit it red? If you had knitted a navy blue or gray one, you might have given it away."

“Red makes the skin look whiter.”

Jiang Yiyu raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are so young, but you know a lot."

"Really? This color suits you. If you don't like it, just give it back to me. I didn't give it to you then, and I won't give it to you now." She reached out to grab it, but Jiang Yiyu was quick to move and raised his arm to take the scarf away. "It's knitted for me, so it's for me."

"I haven't said I'm giving it to you yet!"

"You just said that if I don't like it, I'll return it to you. You used the word 'return', so isn't that a gift? There's no reason to take back a gift you've given away. Of course, I won't return it."

"You're being unreasonable!"

"I'm in the right now, so of course I won't argue." Jiang Yiyu happily unfolded the scarf, wrapped it around his neck a few times, and adjusted it according to his feeling: "Does it look good?"

Song Shengsheng leaned back in her chair and hummed, "It's just that my knitting is a little ugly."

"Not ugly, very pretty. No one has ever knitted these for me in my life. You are the first."

"Didn't your mother knit for you? What about your grandmother and your great-grandmother?"

"They haven't knitted before. They don't know how to knit and have never made it. So, I have always bought them to wear."

"Ah? Then you're quite pitiful. My grandma and my great-grandmother are very good at this kind of needlework. Until now, every winter I can receive scarves, hats and gloves they knit for me. Especially my grandma, she has very skillful hands. She can use crochet needles and thread to crochet small flowers and sew them on gloves and scarves. They are so beautiful. Wait until this winter, I will go and ask for a set for you. Do you want the grandma brand or the great-grandmother brand?"

Jiang Yiyu reached out and touched her head: "Don't make things difficult for grandma and grandma, this is enough for me."

"Then I'll knit you a new one this year."

"Okay." Jiang Yiyu lowered his eyes and looked at the scarf loosely wrapped around his neck, feeling uncomfortably warm in his heart.

…

On the day Jiang Yiyu went out to work, Song Shengsheng didn't know what he was thinking. He insisted on putting the scarf in his bag and carrying it with him even in such hot weather.

In the afternoon, she received a message from Xiao Chen. When she clicked on it, she saw a raw photo of Jiang Yiyu. In the photo, Jiang Yiyu was neatly made up, wearing a loose black suit, standing in front of a white curtain, with his arms hanging loosely, staring at the front with cold eyes. His peach blossom eyes seemed to be full of stories that wanted to be explored.

In the entire photo, apart from him, the most eye-catching thing is the red scarf around his neck.

Song Shengsheng knew without looking closely that this was the one she had knitted...

She had never imagined that this lunatic Jiang Yiyu would wear this red scarf, which couldn't be any rougher, to shoot a fashion magazine...

It is only because of his face and figure that he can hold up this scarf. Otherwise, it would be really ugly just looking at this scarf!

As soon as Song Shengsheng turned off his phone, he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that when the photos were sent out and the magazine was published, this scarf would not be criticized too harshly by netizens.

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