"What if he likes me too?"
Song Ming chuckled, "Song Shengsheng, how old are you? How many boys have you met? When you go to college in September this year and see the young and energetic male students on campus, you will understand that Jiang Yiyu is like an ordinary blade of grass at your feet. When you look at the entire lawn, he seems very insignificant."
Song Shengsheng looked at him stubbornly. Song Ming rubbed her head and said, "Okay, it's normal to have someone you like during puberty. Don't take it too seriously. Take a picture!"
Song Ming stepped out of the lawn and directed Song Shengsheng to continue posing. Song Shengsheng looked at his camera, but was thinking about Song Ming's words, "Your brother Yi Yu treats you like a child, just like me."
So Jiang Yiyu really just treats her as a child, a younger sister?
Song Shengsheng felt that it was not the case, but she also felt that it was the case. Jiang Yiyu, who didn't care about anything and had little feelings for everyone, was particularly gentle and considerate to her. When he came to see Song Ming on holiday mornings, he would buy a bottle of hot milk at the convenience store on the corner and put it in his arms to bring it to her.
On the basketball court, when he scored a goal, his first glance would be at her standing in the crowd. As someone who never touched water or food offered by others, he would always take the water she handed him, touch her head, and say with a smile, "Thank you, quietly."
Every time her shoelaces came undone, he would squat down and tie them for her faster than Song Ming.
Sometimes when they went out to play together, she would complain that she was tired and didn’t want to walk anymore. Jiang Yiyu would always bend down in front of her and then lovingly let her lie on his back.
There were many things like this. She always seemed different to Jiang Yiyu, but each of them seemed to be no more than a brother doting on his sister, because these were also the things Song Ming usually did to her...
Song Shengsheng knew that in her secret love, she had an illusion that he also liked her, but she thought, Jiang Yiyu was not her real brother after all, why couldn't he like her?
After taking pictures for a while, Song Shengsheng saw from afar Song Qing holding a large bouquet of white roses surrounded by dark green wrapping paper, and walking towards them with Wang Jing.
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