In March, the weather warmed up a little, but the wind was still cold. Song Shengsheng also welcomed her first wedding anniversary with Jiang Yiyu.
For this purpose, Jiang Yiyu specially adjusted his schedule and set aside three days to accompany her, but Song Shengsheng was always busy publishing her paper and was never available.
Jiang Yiyu was unhappy. He wanted Song Shengsheng to accompany him, but he also knew how much Song Shengsheng valued her studies. This paper took her several months to write. She read countless documents and revised and overturned them over and over again... It was really not easy.
He was too embarrassed to ask her for anything, all he could do was stay with her.
In the evening, when she came back from school exhausted, he would hug her with open arms, hold her on the sofa while watching TV, and listen to her talk about her troubles and complaints. Although he didn't understand, he could listen carefully.
On their wedding anniversary, they just had a candlelight dinner at home. Song Shengsheng accepted 999 red roses given by Jiang Yiyu and a valuable landscape painting by a famous artist that he bought at an auction.
She looked at the red roses and laughed at his vulgarity. Jiang Yiyu smiled sheepishly and touched the back of his head, his face red and looking silly: "I originally prepared a surprise, but you are too busy. I don't want to delay you, so I can only learn these vulgar romantics and give you an incomparable true heart."
"You're really good at talking."
"Don't you like it?" He pointed to the scroll on the table. "A famous landscape painting worth three million, don't you like it?"
"Do you know who painted this picture?"
"who?"
"My teacher's cousin, three million, you bought a painting from my acquaintance."
Jiang Yiyu was stunned: "What do you call this? Keep the wealth within the family!"
"Why did you give me this?"
Jiang Yiyu picked up the wine glass and took a sip of red wine: "I noticed that you have quite a few paintings by this artist in your study, such as fans and bookmarks... I thought you liked his works, but I didn't expect... they were all gifts."
Song Shengsheng laughed out loud: "Brother Yiyu, you are so cute."
Jiang Yiyu shrugged: "What about you? You didn't prepare a gift for me?"
"Of course I am."
Jiang Yiyu stretched out his hand to her: "What is it?"
"I won't tell you." She smiled and patted his palm vigorously. Jiang Yiyu took her hand, leaned forward, kissed the back of her hand, raised his eyes and looked at her lovingly: "It doesn't matter if you are not prepared. You are my best gift."
"Sweet talk." She pulled her hand back and stood up: "Come with me."
Jiang Yiyu followed her with a smile. On the way to the study, he deliberately put most of his weight on her. Song Shengsheng smiled and pushed him: "Walk carefully."
"No, I can't walk properly. I'll be boneless when I see my wife. I need my wife to hold me."
Song Shengsheng pushed him again. Just as she pushed him away, Jiang Yiyu leaned over again. The two of them played and laughed as they walked into the study. Song Shengsheng pressed the switch on the wall, and the light came on. Jiang Yiyu held her and looked around: "Nothing?"
Song Shengsheng smiled, took his hand, and pulled him to the opaque bookshelf in the corner of the study. She cleared her throat: "Close your eyes. When I say open them, you open them."
Jiang Yiyu snorted and laughed: "So mysterious." But he still closed his eyes obediently.
Song Shengsheng stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. After making sure that he couldn't see, she turned around and opened the door of the bookcase: "You can open your eyes now."
As soon as Jiang Yiyu opened his eyes, what caught his eye was a cabinet full of things related to him.
There was the can of lollipops he had given her before, two rows of photo frames containing photos of them from their youth to the present day, and then there were his various magazines, awards, autographed photos from different periods, merchandise, and dolls...
Jiang Yiyu had actually seen these things before, but when Song Shengsheng displayed them so neatly, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. It turned out that they had really been through so much together over the years, and he was not completely unsuccessful. At least he was loved by her...
As she thought about this, her eyes began to well up. Song Shengsheng bent down and took out a paper bag from the bottom shelf of the bookcase. She handed it to him a little embarrassedly: "And this."
Jiang Yiyu took it and rubbed his eyes: "What is this?"
"Open it and take a look."
"Mysterious." He smiled and opened the bag. Inside, a new red wool scarf lay quietly. He took out the scarf and put the bag on the ground. "Is this the new one you knitted for me?"
"Well, I only took a little time to knit it, but it's still very ugly. Over the years, my skills have declined instead of improved. Next time, I'll ask my grandma and my grandmother to knit it for you."
"No need, it looks good." Jiang Yiyu couldn't let go of the scarf and rubbed it against his nose. The wool was still scented with the warm fragrance of the hand cream that Song Shengsheng often used.
He couldn't wait to put on the scarf, looked at her with a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, and asked, "Does it look good?"
Song Shengsheng nodded: "You look good even in a sack, and there's a gift."
"And? Darling, do you have to pamper me like this?"
Song Shengsheng coughed twice and suddenly blushed. She leaned against the bookshelf and waved to him. Jiang Yiyu approached, bent down and looked at her: "What's wrong?"
She unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt and opened her collar. Jiang Yiyu saw a butterfly tattooed on her chest, just like the one on his. Not only that, but the letter Y, representing him, was hidden in the pattern on the butterfly's wings. He slowly reached out and gently stroked the butterfly's wings. "No wonder you wrapped yourself up so tightly every time I came back. I thought..."
"You think I'm refusing you to get close to me?"
"Well, I was sad for several days, thinking you were tired of me." Jiang Yiyu's voice became softer and softer. His eyes were red. He moved closer, holding Song Shengsheng's shoulders, and kissed the little butterfly: "Does it hurt?"
"Fortunately, it's not as painful as I thought."
"But I still feel bad." He buried his face in her neck and hugged her tightly: "Don't do this next time."
"We'll talk about it next time."
"No!"
"good."
Song Shengsheng patted his head and said, "Actually, I don't know what gift to give you to show how much I care about you. But fortunately, you cooperated with me and didn't think my gift was shabby."
"Is this shabby?"
Jiang Yiyu lowered his head, his eyes falling on the butterfly on her heart, his voice a little hoarse: "You don't know how much I want to eat this butterfly now, hide it forever, bury it in my heart."
Song Shengsheng raised her hand and grabbed the scarf around his neck: "So, what are you waiting for?"
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