Song Shengsheng didn't say anything, but slowly curled up the hand covering his mouth. Jiang Yiyu held her wrist and kissed her fingers: "You were talking in your sleep. It really is a dream."
"It's not a dream, you just don't know it." Song Shengsheng muttered vaguely, buried her face in his arms again, and closed her eyes.
Jiang Yiyu didn't hear her words clearly, thinking she was just acting coquettishly. He put her hand on his waist, gently smoothed her long hair, bent down and kissed the top of her head, and said softly, "Good night."
The next morning after breakfast, Jiang Yiyu and Song Qing stood in the backyard to discuss the yard renovation plan. Song Shengsheng went upstairs and as soon as she closed the bedroom door, she began to rummage through the drawers looking for the red scarf she had dreamed of last night.
But I couldn't find it after searching for a long time.
She frowned and panted as she sat on the floor of the cloakroom that she had messed up. She looked around at the wardrobes, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't remember where she, at the age of sixteen, could have hidden the scarf that she was embarrassed to give away and was filled with her naive love.
After Jiang Yiyu and Song Qing finished talking, they went upstairs and returned to the room. After walking a few steps, they saw the mess on the floor of the cloakroom and Song Shengsheng sitting on the floor in the middle sulking.
He stopped at the door and asked tentatively, "My dear, what are you doing?"
Song Shengsheng turned to look at him and said in a muffled voice, "Looking for something."
Jiang Yiyu walked a few steps inside, bent down to pick up the bag she had casually thrown on the ground, patted it, and put it on the shelf at the door: "If someone doesn't know, they would think you are demolishing the house."
"That's about it, Brother Yi Yu. If you were me and wanted to hide something you didn't want others to see, where would you hide it in this room?"
Jiang Yiyu picked up the clothes on the leather sofa and put them on the armrest. Then he sat down slowly, crossed his legs, and touched his chin: "Your cloakroom should usually have someone to help clean it, right?"
"Um."
"What are you hiding? A red scarf? You knitted it? Why are you hiding it?"
"Now is not the time to discuss this. Just tell me, if you were me and had to hide something here, where would you hide it?"
"Me?" Jiang Yiyu put down his legs, leaned forward, and rested his arms on his knees. He clasped his long fingers together and smiled. "I won't hide it here. If it were me, I would prepare a gift with my own hands, but I would be too embarrassed to give it away. Then, every time I saw this gift that I couldn't give away, I would feel shy and even embarrassed. So, in order not to embarrass myself, I won't hide the gift under my nose, at least not in the room I often go in and out of."
"Where would you put it then?"
"Wherever it's related to that person, whisper, you should think so too, right?"
"A place related to that person? You're speculating about me!"
Jiang Yiyu smiled and sighed, leaning back against the sofa. "Didn't you ask me that? Then I must stand in your shoes, treat you as a character, and based on your personality, help you deduce behaviors that fit your character's characteristics. Red scarf, is it for me? You've hidden it for quite some time, and no one has ever found it. Either it's really inconspicuous and no one would notice it, or the place you hid it belongs to someone else, and the aunt and the housekeeper won't go out of their way to look for it, except for normal cleaning."
Song Shengsheng stood up suddenly.
Jiang Yiyu looked at her meaningfully and smiled: "Do you have any ideas?"
Song Shengsheng ignored him, hurriedly stepped over the scattered debris on the ground, and walked out the door quickly.
Jiang Yiyu pinched the back of his neck, stood up and slowly followed her.
Song Shengsheng trotted downstairs and stopped at the door of the guest room where Jiang Yiyu had stayed before. This was the room where Jiang Yiyu had stayed every time he stayed at the Song family.
However, as he became busier and busier at work in recent years, he returned to Beijing less and less frequently, and came to the Song family only a few times. This door had not been opened for a long time, except for the nanny who went in to clean it daily.
She looked back at Jiang Yiyu who had just come down the stairs, then grasped the doorknob, turned it gently, and opened the door.
Because no one had lived there for a long time, the aroma of the room was mixed with a hint of dust. She had seen Jiang Yiyu walk in many times, close the door, walk out, come back, and leave...
In the past many years, she had knocked on this door only a few times, without the courage or the position.
Although this room also belongs to her home, she has no reason to come and go freely like she does other rooms.
This is an independent place belonging to Jiang Yiyu.
Knowing Jiang Yiyu was behind her, Song Shengsheng didn't close the door when she walked in. She went straight into the cloakroom, opened the empty wardrobes and drawers, and after searching through them, she turned to look at Jiang Yiyu who was leaning against the door and looking at her: "No! There's nothing here."
Jiang Yiyu raised his chin towards the wardrobe that was open facing the door. "There's actually a set of my school uniform here."
Song Shengsheng followed his gaze and said, "It's brand new and flawless. It's obvious that it has never been worn."
"I just like to focus on one outfit."
Song Shengsheng took two steps back and leaned against the wardrobe behind him: "Why do I seem to have lost my memory? I'm so stupid."
"Maybe it's because you subconsciously didn't want to remember this incident, so you naturally chose to forget it. Did I scare you that much back then?"
"I'm not scared, I just think the possibility is slim. You said you wouldn't like a little brat, but back then, I was just a little brat to you, and you always followed my brother and treated me like a sister. Besides, I'm sixteen and you're twenty, and I asked you to accept my feelings for me. Just thinking about it makes me feel a little explosive and a little perverted."
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