Song Fei rolled her eyes, searching her mind for that distant, vague memory. After a moment, she said, "Is it the love letter that was written as formally as an essay, with so many shocking parallel sentences?"
Yan Jiang glanced at her resentfully and asked in a low voice, "Is it shocking?"
Song Fei's expression was indescribable, and she recited a paragraph as soon as she opened her mouth: "Ah! Song Fei, you are like the flower on the high mountain, which can only be admired from afar and not touched! Ah, Song Fei, you are like the stars in the sky, illuminating the darkness in my heart! Ah! Song Fei..."
Song Ci recited the passage from the love letter in vivid detail. Yan Jiang felt ashamed listening to it and his face turned red so much that blood seemed to drip out.
When he wrote that love letter, he had just turned eighteen. He was a science student, and writing was his worst skill. He spent two days thinking about it before writing it. He thought it was very touching, but Song Fei said it was shocking!
Yan Jiang's heart was shattered into pieces of glass.
"So you like me." Song Fei came to this conclusion.
Yan Jiang nodded, "Yes, I like you."
Song Fei gave him a playful look, and she suddenly leaned towards Yan Jiang, her nose almost touching Yan Jiang's. Yan Jiang didn't dare to move. He saw Song Fei's long eyelashes tremble, and his heart trembled with it.
Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang, raised the corner of her mouth mischievously, and asked him: "I was only fourteen years old at that time, still a minor. Yan Jiang, are you a pervert?"
With a perverted hat on his head, Yan Jiang felt even more uneasy. Song Fei suddenly leaned back and said, "Okay, I know you like me. Let's talk about it. I'm going to sleep now."
Yan Jiang was very unwilling to hear such a sentence, "What about you? How do you feel about me?" Yan Jiang stubbornly waited for an answer.
He heard Song Fei say, "It feels like a brotherhood."
Yan Jiang was struck by lightning!
I never expected that I wanted to date you, but you treated me like a brother. He was very depressed, heartbroken, and felt so much pain in his heart, but he didn't know who to talk to.
Even though Song Fei only treated him as a brother, Yan Jiang still wanted to stay with her. He was like a rogue, sitting on the edge of the bed and refusing to leave. Song Fei didn't chase him away, just closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"Song Song, do you know that you're awake?" Since they couldn't talk about love, they could only talk about Song Porcelain.
Song Fei replied lazily: "Not yet."
"Then I'll tell her now."
Song Fei added: "Don't worry, I'll tell her when she comes back."
Yan Jiang asked Song Fei in confusion: "Why don't you tell her now? You don't know how much she wants you to wake up. If she knew you were awake, Song Song would definitely be very happy."
Song Fei: "I want to give her a surprise. Do you understand what a surprise is?"
Only then did Yan Jiang shut his mouth.
He found a bed and quilt and spread it on the wooden floor next to the bay window. The weather was a little cool, so there was no need to turn on the air conditioner at night, and he still had to cover himself with a thin quilt. Yan Jiang turned off the lights in the room and lay down without saying a word. He finally felt relieved when he didn't hear Song Fei chase him away.
Yan Jiang opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, feeling more relaxed than ever before.
Song Fei woke up.
His Song Fei woke up.
very nice.
Suddenly, Song Fei's voice rang out from the room: "Are you still afraid of the dark?"
Yan Jiang was stunned.
Song Fei suddenly turned on a wall lamp and said, "If you are afraid of the dark, just turn on the light and sleep. No one will laugh at you." Song Fei turned over and lay on her side, facing Yan Jiang's room and closed her eyes.
In the dim light of the wall lamp, Yan Jiang could see Song Fei's appearance. When she closed her eyes, her palm-sized face no longer had the arrogance she had when she was awake, but instead had a petite and lovable feeling.
Looking at Song Fei, Yan Jiang felt at ease.
He couldn't help but think of his youth, just after his grandmother passed away. Every evening when the sun set, he would start to feel anxious and panic. To Yan Jiang, the night was a monster with countless claws and fangs. As long as he closed his eyes, those monsters would trap him.
His room was separated from Song Fei's by only one wall. At that time, the soundproofing in the old neighborhood was not very good. Knowing that he was afraid of the dark, Song Fei next door would always make some noise. During the long nights, the occasional noise coming from Song Fei's room always gave Yan Jiang courage.
Just brothers?
Yan Jiang didn't believe it. He thought there was no such caring brother. If there was, he would definitely be gay.
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The trending searches about Yan Jiang and Song Fei were quickly suppressed, and when Song Ci woke up, the trending search on Weibo had disappeared. As a result, Song Ci missed the first opportunity to learn about Song Fei's awakening.
Han Zhan stayed in Shenyang for three days. On the fourth day, he woke Song Ci up early in the morning and said, "Get up. You don't have to work today. I'll take you out to play."
Song Ci quickly sat up, took off her pajamas, and changed into the clothes Han Zhan threw to her. She found that Han Zhan had stuffed a thin sweater into his backpack, which made Song Ci feel strange. She asked Han Zhan, "Where are we going?"
"Changbai Mountain."
"Wow, let's go on a trip!" Song Ci quickly put on her clothes, picked up her bag and went on a spontaneous trip with Han Zhan.
Han Zhan had already made preparations, having already applied for route approval. They flew to Changbaishan Airport by private jet and chartered a car to Songjianghe Town. Besides Song Ci and Han Zhan, the trip also included Song Shiqing, Xiong Jian, and one of Bei Zhan's trusted subordinates, a total of five people.
It was no longer suitable for mountain climbing that day, so they stayed at a local hot spring resort hotel. After dinner, Han Zhan took a short walk with Song Ci, and then went to the outdoor swimming pool to swim.
Song Ci felt the water temperature and found it a bit chilly. The nighttime temperature at the foot of the mountain in late September was only 6 or 7 degrees Celsius. She said, "It's quite cold. Are you sure you want to swim?" Gazing at Han Zhan's sturdy and robust figure, Song Ci wanted to persuade him not to torture himself like this; his old bones couldn't withstand the torment.
Han Zhan ate a little too much tonight and was afraid of gaining weight, so he had to swim a few laps before he could feel at ease.
Understanding Song Ci's hesitant expression as concern, Han Zhan told her, "I also swim in cold water in winter. My grandfather swims three times a week, rain or shine, regardless of the season."
Song Ci's admiration for her grandfather deepened. "Grandpa is a great man." Taking her hands out of the water, Song Ci stood on the shore, gathered her shawl around her shoulders, and said, "You swim, I'll go to the hot springs."
Hearing this, Han Zhan's heart was moved again. He really wanted to take a hot spring bath with Song Ci, but...
No one can stop him from exercising and keeping in shape, not even Song Ci! "Can you wait for me for half an hour? After I finish swimming, I'll go to the hot springs with you."
Han Zhan used a negotiating tone, so how could Song Ci not listen?
Song Ci agreed.
So Han Zhan swam in the pool while Song Ci sat beside him reading a book, The Ordinary World, which Han Zhan recommended. Coincidentally, the hotel had this book. After Han Zhan finished swimming, the two went to the hot springs together.
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