Chapter 47: I...seem to like you a little
With a "click", the girl's sweetness is frozen in an instant.
"It looks good!" Xu Jiangcuo handed the photo he had just taken to Song Lehan, "What do you think?"
Song Lehan picked it up and took a closer look. This composition was the one she had taught her before. The close-up figure, the vast blue sky in the background, created a strong sense of atmosphere.
There is a slight stagnation in the lower part of the heart.
Xu Jiangcuo still remembers it.
He lost his memory, but he still remembered.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Xu Jiangcuo looked up at her, a hint of pride in his eyes. After a second of silence, he said casually: "How about adding WeChat and I'll send it to you?"
WeChat......
The last time they added each other back on WeChat, Song Lehan chatted with Xu Jiangcuo. The content of their chat was ambiguous, and it was obvious at a glance that their relationship was not simple.
Unfortunately, Xu Jiangcuo has no habit of deleting chat history.
I don’t know whether he deleted his contact information later.
I should probably delete it...
Song Lehan was unsure and bit her lower lip hesitantly.
Without waiting for a response, Xu Jiangcuo understood what she meant and lowered his head to hide his disappointment.
"I'm sorry, I can't add people casually." Just in case, Song Lehan still couldn't agree.
Xu Jiangcuo shook his head and chuckled, "It's my fault. I didn't consider your identity."
The atmosphere became tense.
“Dajiang!!!”
Not far away, the voice of a middle-aged man came.
Following the voice, Xu Jiangcuo saw Uncle Zhou waving at the two of them.
"Uncle Zhou!" Xu Jiangcuo responded and walked back leading the horse.
When they arrived at the place, Song Lehan was helped off the horse.
Seeing the man Xu Jiangcuo called "Uncle Zhou," she kept a polite smile and called out, "Uncle Zhou."
Uncle Zhou is a typical Tibetan man, with a big build and a thick beard on his face. He looks like a rough guy who doesn't care about details.
"This kid is really pretty," Uncle Zhou said, speaking Tibetan. He smiled and asked Xu Jiangcuo, "Who's your girlfriend?"
Xu Jiangcuo blushed and immediately refused: "No, she is a teacher who came here to teach."
"Oh~ Then you better hurry up. If you like her, you should be bold enough to take action, otherwise the good girl will be snatched away by someone else!" Uncle Zhou reminded him, then looked at Song Lehan and switched to choppy Mandarin, "Hello, welcome here."
"Thank you." Song Lehan smiled with her eyes curved. While Uncle Zhou wasn't paying attention, she poked Xu Jiangcuo with her arm and asked curiously, "What were you talking about just now? Were you talking about me?"
Xu Jiangcuo avoided her gaze and said guiltily, "Nothing."
"real?"
"Really?"
Song Lehan was silent, staring at Xu Jiangcuo for a long time, and said quietly: "Actually, I can speak Tibetan."
A hint of timidity flashed in Xu Jiangcuo's eyes.
Song Lehan: "Xu Jiangcuo, you are lying to me."
"This isn't really a lie, is it?" Xu Jiangcuo swallowed his saliva and tried to defend himself: "I was explaining the misunderstanding. I explained it to you word for word, but I was afraid you would misunderstand."
Song Lehan: "What did I misunderstand?"
Xu Jiangcuo: "I misunderstood that I like you."
Song Lehan: "Then do you like me?"
"I......"
Xu Jiangcuo stopped in time, pursed his lips and did not answer.
Seeing this, the expectation in Song Lehan's eyes disappeared for the most part. He blinked and smiled again.
"I'm just kidding, you're not taking it seriously, are you?"
A relaxed tone broke the silence, and Xu Jiangcuo felt inexplicably relieved.
"I almost took it seriously. Give me a hint before teasing me next time."
A joke conceals the true feelings.
Song Lehan raised his eyes to look at him, then retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and said with a relaxed smile: "I won't tease you next time."
I won’t tease you again.
Uncle Zhou took them into the house and asked his wife, Aunt Zhou, to entertain Song Lehan well. He then took Xu Jiangcuo to discuss how to make a promotional video.
It seems that the photos I just took are not usable.
"Please have some tea." Aunt Zhou's Mandarin was not very good, and it was barely understandable.
Song Lehan nodded in thanks, then picked up the drink and took a sip.
With just one sip, the sweet aroma of milk fills your mouth. A closer lick reveals a subtle hint of sweet tea.
"Delicious!" Song Lehan couldn't help but exclaim and took another sip.
This time, I first had a rich, sweet milky flavor, a pure sweetness that wasn't overpowering. A slight astringency of tea diluted the sweetness, and then the taste of pure tea began to emerge. The tea gradually became stronger in my mouth until it blended with the milky aroma.
The sweet milk has a hint of tea, leaving a lasting aftertaste.
"If it tastes good, drink more. You won't get fat." Aunt Zhou smiled warmly, with two patches of highland red on her face, making her look honest and simple.
She poured Song Lehan another cup of milk tea and asked, "When are you and Dajiang getting married?"
"No, we're not together." Song Lehan waved his hand and explained, "He is my classmate. We are friends, good friends."
Aunt Zhou smiled embarrassedly, pushed the pastry in front of Song Lehan, and motioned her to try it.
Song Lehan took a small piece and put it in his mouth. It was crispy and became more fragrant the more he chewed it. He didn’t feel greasy at all.
"It's delicious! I didn't expect there are so many delicious foods here. I haven't eaten them before."
Song Lehan said this to Aunt Zhou, but it sounded more like he was talking to himself.
Aunt Zhou just stared at her and had no intention of talking to her.
Song Lehan felt uncomfortable after being stared at for so long. She smoothed her hair and looked at her clothes; there was nothing wrong with them.
After a moment, she met Aunt Zhou's inquiring gaze and asked softly, "Aunt Zhou, why do you keep looking at me like that?"
Aunt Zhou smiled and looked away. She didn't answer and turned to go to another room.
Song Lehan:......? ? ?
Did I say something wrong?
Ah...what does this mean?
Just as she was lost in thought, Aunt Zhou came out of the room again.
There is an extra photo in my hand.
"Look at this," Aunt Zhou handed the photo to Song Lehan, "Is that you?"
When he saw the photo, Song Lehan's eyes darkened.
It's her personal photo, which she posted on Weibo a few years ago.
Usually, these photos are printed out and collected by fans.
How could Xu Jiangcuo have such a photo?
Could it be that he is also his fan?
As far as he could remember, Song Lehan had only given Xu Jiangcuo his photo once.
That was the second day they were together, and Song Lehan insisted on putting his photo on the back of Xu Jiangcuo's phone case to announce to everyone that he was taken!
But just this once.
Later, when they broke up, Song Lehan wanted to get the photo back.
Xu Jiangcuo acted like a rogue and said he lost it, and the matter was left unresolved.
But this isn't that one.
The corners of this photo have turned yellow and there are a few stains on it. It must have been picked up from a dirty place and then wiped clean by someone.
"It's me."
Aunt Zhou's face lit up with joy when she got a positive answer, and she said excitedly, "I took this from Dajiang after he was injured. He later lost his memory, and Sangzhu's mother said she was afraid the photo would upset him, so she kept it with me."
The hand holding the photo tightened.
Song Lehan stood up and ran out.
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