Sure enough, Song Yiyao is in love!
Who would have thought that Song Yiyao, who usually looks like a "god", actually has someone she likes.
What kind of man can make Song Yiyao fall in love with him?
He looked at the man carefully.
Unfortunately, the distance was too far and he could only see an outline.
But even with just the outline, Shen Yun felt that the man was very handsome and had a straight figure.
"What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll treat you." Song Yiyao said with a smile.
Chen Xian said in a somewhat strange tone: "Why do you want to emphasize that you are the one treating?"
Song Yiyao looked at him with a half-smile: "Do you still have money?"
Shen Xian was stunned: "How did you know?"
Song Yiyao smiled calmly: "The old man's name is Wen Cangyu. When he told me that, I guessed it was you."
Shen Xian smiled bitterly: “Shame on you, lend me three thousand yuan after the literary meeting is over, and I will pay him back then.”
Song Yiyao smiled beautifully, took out three thousand yuan from her bag and handed it to Shen Xian.
There are many farmhouses near the scenic area, but the two still took a taxi, found a private restaurant with a good reputation on the navigation, and rushed there.
At the dinner table, Song Yiyao looked at Chen Xian, her eyes sparkling: "No. 108 is you, right?"
Shen Xian smiled and nodded: “That’s right.”
Even though she had guessed it a long time ago, when she actually found out, Song Yiyao's heart was still extremely uneasy.
She stared carefully at Chen Xian, this man who looked gentle and calm, emotionally stable, mild and modest, and as delicate as porcelain. What was hidden in his mind that could make him so stunning?
"When I saw the scene where I was drunk and didn't know the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams, I guessed it was you." Song Yiyao sighed, "Chen Xian, you are really talented."
It's not that I'm talented.
Rather, it is those charming ancestors who have talent.
Shen Xian smiled but said nothing.
Song Yiyao took out the notebook she carried with her and copied every poem by Shen Xian: "It's hard to imagine that your style is so varied and you can handle everything."
There was an expression of amazement on that delicate and perfect little face.
After closing the book, she felt that she was sitting too far away from Shen Xian, so she moved closer to him.
She was wearing a white base shirt today, with an off-white knitted cardigan on the outside. When she bent down, a deep white cleavage was revealed.
Shen Xian accidentally glanced at it and immediately looked away.
I didn't expect that Song Yiyao, who is full of classical beauty, is actually so attractive.
After noticing Shen Xian's gaze and expression, Song Yiyao's admiration became even stronger.
What a gentleman.
I glanced at it accidentally and quickly looked away.
She was not shy at all about her inadvertent exposure, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be embarrassed or feel sorry. It's just skin. Take it if you want it."
Shen Xian’s eyes widened.
I was immediately shocked by Song Yiyao's ideas.
What are you talking about?
Song Yiyao was too calm. She never smiled or laughed out loud, as if nothing could make her lose her composure or break down.
Seeing Shen Xian's expression, Song Yiyao continued: "What's so surprising about this."
“We should take gender relations seriously.”
"In a healthy relationship, if both people appreciate each other, it is normal to ask for something from each other."
"The value of emotions is demand, and the body is also demanded. If you need me, I can give it to you. Even if it's just after dinner, if you tell me you want to ask for it, I will go with you." When Song Yiyao said these words, she was not shy at all. She was extremely calm, as if she was telling a very ordinary thing.
As expected, no woman in Kyoto is normal.
Does Shen Xian dare to agree?
I dare not at all.
If I let Song Yiyao sleep at noon today, Song Tianzong would be the first one to step forward and kill me.
Isn’t the queen fragrant?
Who do I need to go to, a woman full of instability?
And then there is…
I won't show off my strength from these two or three minutes to avoid embarrassing myself.
To sum up, Shen Xian righteously rejected Song Yiyao: "Yiyao, I am not a casual person."
"Neither am I." Song Yiyao smiled calmly, not feeling embarrassed by Chen Xian's rejection. "In fact, over the years, among all the men, except for my father, I have talked to you the most and walked the closest to you."
Shen Xian believed this.
"You don't have to worry about what my father will do to you. He doesn't care about me and respects my will, so there's no need to feel any psychological burden."
"Even if we have sex, I won't care who you marry, who you become a father to, or who you become a husband to in the future."
"I won't be like other women, crying, making a scene, or even threatening to commit suicide to pester you."
"If you need me, I'll be here. If you don't need me, I'll just quietly do my own thing."
"This is my greatest sincerity towards this relationship."
Shen Xian had a headache after listening to this.
We are just ordinary friends, okay?
When did the feelings happen?
Shen Xian said nothing, just kept silent.
Song Yiyao smiled slightly and picked up some food for Shen Xian: “That’s all I have to say. You can think about it yourself and eat first.”
He ate his meal in silence, the people in his mind flashing like slides.
The stepmother is crazy, Zhou Wan is rebellious, Ning Cai is artificial intelligence, Song Yiyao is crazy, Su Rulong is a pervert, Qi Zhengqing was struck by lightning, Meng Yanzhou is paranoid...
There is no normal person.
After dinner, the two chatted for a while and then headed towards Yueyang Tower.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the second phase of this poetry and literary festival began.
In the second stage, the judges randomly select questions from the question bank.
There were only twenty numbers left at this stage, and the reviewing pressure on the judges was much less.
Zhang Hongting sat in the hall, closing his eyes to rest, with a serious expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.
At 1:50, many tourists came into the hall.
He opened his eyes and scanned everyone, looking for someone who might be No. 108.
Yao Duoer sat next to him, thinking about countermeasures.
What should I do if Zhang Hongting loses?
"It would be great if No. 108 were to compete alone. I can team up with him and we can go up to the ninth floor together." Yao Duoer said to Wu Zhe next to her.
Zhang Hongting shook his head: "At noon, I studied all the twelve poems. They were not written by one person. Some were graceful, some were full of romanticism, and some were depressed and frustrated. It is impossible for one person to write them."
Wu Zhe also said: "Yes, how could someone be so talented?"
Yao Duoer let out a long sigh.
Gods all over the sky, please come and save me.
As long as I go up to the ninth floor, all crises can be solved.
The host came out and said, "The second stage of this poetry competition has officially begun. Please get ready, contestants. The judges are about to announce the topic!"
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