"Are you stupid?"
"Then why haven't you asked me yet?"
Song Shengsheng held his hand. "Because I'm afraid that if I ask, you'll deny it. I'm also afraid that even if I know you like me, you won't be with me. I'm also afraid that if we are together, we won't be together until the end. After all, we were too young five years ago. Jiang Yiyu, I really can't imagine these years that one day, there might be someone other than me standing by your side."
Jiang Yiyu was silent for a moment, his voice a little hoarse: "My dear, me too. But luckily, I am the one who is by your side now."
Song Shengsheng sighed and squeezed his hand: "Yeah, luckily it's me. Go to sleep, sweet dreams."
"Yeah." Jiang Yiyu closed his eyes.
Song Shengsheng looked at him, turned around and leaned her head on his shoulder.
She recalled the shock she felt when she received the 111 white roses he sent her. She also recalled the disbelief she felt when she stood on the playground and looked up the flower language with trembling hands. At that moment, she really thought that Jiang Yiyu would be with her.
But later, he didn't say anything and she didn't ask.
Those 111 white roses were like a bunch of ordinary flowers like sunflowers and lilies that were suitable for giving as graduation gifts. However, in Jiang Yiyu's silent and implicit confession, their original meaning was completely hidden.
Song Shengsheng still remembers the day she graduated from high school. It was rainy in Beijing. According to the tradition of Shengyang Private Middle School, the graduation ceremony had to be attended by students and parents together.
Song Qing, Wang Jing and Song Ming all went that day. After the ceremony, Song Ming took Song Shengsheng to the playground to take pictures. There were a lot of people on the playground at that time, and it was very noisy. The green grass after the rain also exuded a faint fragrance.
But Song Shengsheng was afraid that the pair of white sneakers on her feet, the same style as Jiang Yiyu's, would get stained with mud, so she was reluctant to step onto the lawn.
Song Ming kept urging her with his camera, wanting her to step onto the lawn like other students and put on a lively smile as if she had finally finished her high school life, full of youth, but Song Shengsheng just refused to go over.
She lowered her head, looking at the shoes on her feet, rejection written all over her body: "Brother, I'm not going! Let's just shoot here. It won't look good on a cloudy day anyway."
"Who said that?" Song Ming pointed at the girl in the middle of the lawn, holding a transparent umbrella and smiling peacefully and gently. "Look at her. Aren't the photos she took quite good? Even cloudy days can be beautiful. Go quickly and don't leave any regrets."
Song Shengsheng smiled at him and grabbed the end of her ponytail. "Other people have umbrellas, but we have nothing. Look, it's raining again, and my hair is wet. How can it look good? If I wade around on the lawn again, my shoes will get dirty, which will make me even more embarrassed. I'm not going."
Song Ming looked down at her shoes and said, "Isn't it just a pair of sneakers? If they get dirty, I'll buy you new ones."
"It's not about the shoes."
"That means you don't have an umbrella!" Song Ming handed her the camera in his hand and said, "Wait, I'll borrow one for you."
"elder brother!"
In the end, she didn't hold Song Ming back. She saw Song Ming running towards the girls who were taking pictures with umbrellas. She didn't know what he said. The girls handed him the umbrella with a smile, then looked at Song Shengsheng and smiled.
Song Ming came back, took the camera from her, and gave her the umbrella: "Can we go take pictures now?"
Song Shengsheng had no choice but to step onto the lawn obediently. She walked forward a few steps and stopped. She looked at Song Ming and raised her umbrella. Fine raindrops fell on the umbrella, making crackling sounds.
"Smile!" Song Ming half-knelt, raised the camera and aimed it at Song Shengsheng at a good angle.
Song Shengsheng forced a smile.
"Song Shengsheng, can you smile a little more happily?"
"I'm laughing!"
Song Ming sighed. He stood up straight, hung the camera around his neck, and strode over to Song Shengsheng. He reached out and pinched her face, pressing the corners of her mouth upwards. "Smile a little more! You look so sad. I'm embarrassed to post the picture of you on WeChat Moments after taking it."
"Friends circle?"
"Yeah! And your brother Yi Yu, he told me yesterday that he's been busy with work these days and can't spare the time, so he's sorry he can't attend your graduation ceremony. He asked me to take a few more photos of you and send them to him later."
"Brother Yi Yu..."
Song Ming hissed, as if suddenly remembering something. He frowned and pulled out his phone. "Just before the graduation ceremony, he texted me saying he'd ordered a bouquet of flowers for you and would have them delivered to the school gate. I was so busy taking pictures of you that I forgot about it and even muted my phone. Look, I didn't hear any of the three missed calls."
"What should we do then?"
Song Ming made a phone call: "What can I do? I can ask my parents to go get it for me. I don't know where they went."
Song Shengsheng looked down at his shoes that were stained with mud and light green grass juice, and then he pressed the grass beside his feet to make it smoother.
Song Ming hung up the phone and glanced at her: "Mom and Dad have gone to get it. Don't step on those grasses. They look pitiful."
Song Shengsheng looked up at him and said, "Brother, now that I'm in college, can I have a relationship?"
Song Ming was stunned for a moment. He reached out and flicked Song Shengsheng's forehead: "What's going on in your little head all day long? You're still talking about love. You're more like playing with cotton."
Song Shengsheng tilted her neck back to avoid his hand, covering her forehead with her hands: "But you are in love, why can't I?"
"Who do you want to talk to?"
"The one I like."
"Who do you like? Jiang Yiyu? Let me tell you, let's forget about this. Your brother Yiyu treats you like a child, just like I do. There's no point in liking him."
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