Chapter 99 Chapter 099 “I really like you…
The words were powerful, and when Yan Nanxing said this, he was more determined than ever before.
The Yan Nanxing who used to be at ease, the Yan Nanxing who teased without hesitation, the Yan Nanxing who always had to make him blush and his heart beat fast before he would stop, all these images flashed through his mind, but in the end they overlapped with the face in front of him with a resolute and sincere look, which seemed so unreal.
Nan Fei's breathing stagnated, his voice trembling, and he said subconsciously as if sleepwalking: "Aren't we in love?"
It's really made of wood...
Yan Nanxing felt somewhat helpless and gently urged: "Answer my question first..."
"I do, no... of course."
It was obvious that Nan Fei's mind was a little confused, and he began to panic as he spoke. Yan Nanxing hurried forward, helped him take off the bouquet, and held him tightly in his arms.
Nan Fei buried her head in his shoulder, silent. This was the only reaction Yan Nanxing hadn't expected, and he couldn't help but panic. "Nan Fei? Are you okay?"
Don't scare him to tears...
Yan Nanxing felt a little guilty, thinking of Nan Fei's slow reaction just now. He rubbed her back and explained in a low voice, "It's okay, it's okay. I just felt that I wasn't good enough to you before, and I wanted to make up for it by formally confessing my feelings."
"Hmm... Actually, it's not really formal. I'm really not good at this kind of thing."
After making a self-deprecating remark, he couldn't help but add softly, "But I really like you."
Perhaps sensing Yan Nanxing's uneasiness, Nan Fei, who had remained silent the entire time, grabbed his back and replied muffledly, "It's okay, I'm just... so happy."
How can anyone be happy like this...
But Yan Nanxing just hugged her, and the two of them snuggled up to each other until Yan Nanxing felt a little stiff, then he whispered: "How about we change positions... This flower is quite heavy, I can't hold it anymore."
Nan Fei had almost recovered. She raised her head, broke away from his embrace, and let out a long sigh: "You scared me."
It would be hard for anyone not to be scared if this happened to them.
It was so sudden that Nan Fei completely lost the ability to react. All his abilities to deal with love were taught by Yan Nanxing step by step, but unfortunately he learned too little and could not withstand the other party's ultimate move.
Yan Nanxing placed the bouquet on the table beside her. Turning around, she saw Nan Fei rubbing her eyes. She was stunned: "Are you really crying?"
Nan Fei: “…No.”
It was no use being stubborn. Yan Nanxing probably didn't react for a moment, so he took a few steps forward and held his hand. Nan Fei didn't resist, but let go of his hand as he did, and her eyes were indeed a little red.
Nan Fei was silent for a moment, then explained softly, "I didn't rub it because I was afraid the makeup would fall off."
"Didn't you say last time that you wanted to see me leave my makeup on..." Today's arrangement was completely unexpected, but fortunately Zhao Zong reminded me, so I didn't take it off by mistake. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh, "It's just right."
At this moment, who cares whether she likes her makeup or not? Yan Nanxing pursed her lips, grabbed her and went to the bathroom: "I just said that, and you took it seriously. Don't you know who I am?"
After performing with makeup on for a whole night, Nan Fei was already exhausted. Yan Nanxing came only to give her a surprise, not to torture her. He grabbed her and held her down, removing her makeup bit by bit. The original beautiful and thick makeup was washed away completely. Finally, when she opened her eyes, she saw Nan Fei's original handsome face in the mirror.
Yan Nanxing admired it repeatedly and nodded with satisfaction: "As expected, your face is still my favorite."
This is not a lie, but because it is too sincere, it makes people feel hot.
Nan Fei felt a little embarrassed, looked away, and tried to change the subject: "I don't know when I'll have this opportunity again."
"You're still regretting it." Yan Nanxing laughed and raised his hand to shake the tools in his hand. "I can't draw, right? If I really like it, I'll learn it myself. Will you still not cooperate?"
"Nan Fei, we have plenty of time."
Perhaps because the atmosphere was so natural, they seemed to have forgotten how flustered they had been earlier, and even started joking: "Unless you want to take back what you said just now."
Nan Fei hurriedly grabbed his retreating hand and said, "If you say so, get on the bus first and buy the ticket later, this is what you should compensate me for."
“Who wants to take it back?”
Yan Nanxing curled her lips slightly.
He liked Nan Fei's personality of being able to pretend to like someone even though she clearly liked him.
While the young couple was being intimate, Yan Nanxing's cell phone suddenly rang. The familiar tune played, and even though it was hung up very quickly, Nan Fei was still able to keenly hear the content.
Ever since he learned Yan Nanxing's secret last time, he has become more and more fond of digging out some unknown little things about his lover. This time, he asked without thinking, "Why is it this song?"
He was not surprised that Yan Nanxing used his song as a ringtone. What surprised him was that among so many popular songs, Yan Nanxing used the least famous one.
"Ah, this, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me." Yan Nanxing sighed slightly, "I don't answer the phone very often. The last time I set a ringtone was two years ago."
Two years ago, this sentence was like a key word, instantly stimulating Nan Fei's thinking ability: "You were listening to my songs two years ago?"
It wasn't that he let the cat out of the bag on purpose. Yan Nanxing had never found a suitable opportunity to bring this up. Today the atmosphere seemed just right, so he could talk about it.
"Well, let me think about where to start... Forget it, there's not much about me that you don't know." Yan Nanxing smiled as he picked up his phone and opened the music player. He swiped twice to find the "favorite playlist" and clicked on it. It was full of Nan Fei's songs.
He also saw clearly that the playlist was created two years ago.
The order of the playlist is very messy, and the order of songs added is too random. It looks like it is sorted according to the degree of preference. The first song shows that it has been played more than 10,000 times, which happens to be the song that Yan Nanxing’s ringtone is.
"Nan Fei, I still owe you something." Yan Nanxing said softly and slowly, "I owe you my life."
"You know what happened two years ago, but that time was different from before. I really couldn't hold on any longer."
Yan Nanxing lowered his voice and even began to gasp for breath. It was obvious that he could not recall the painful memories from before. Nan Fei grabbed his hand that was holding the phone and hurriedly shouted, "Don't think about the past. It's okay. It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."
"...Okay, let me tell you." Yan Nanxing took a breath. "I accidentally came across your song at the time, and my subconscious was affected. But until now, I can't quite remember it. When I regained consciousness, the playback interface of your song was right in front of me."
"But I really like your singing. Even other people's covers are useless. Only your voice can calm me down." The more he spoke, the more embarrassed Yan Nanxing felt. "So, when we didn't know each other, you saved my life."
Nan Fei listened to it as if it were a story, and could hardly believe what he heard.
This song is indeed not as popular as the others, but the only special thing about it is that its theme is nirvana and rebirth after suffering.
To some extent, it fits Yan Nanxing's mental state at the time.
But Nan Fei himself had never suffered such great hardship. The inspiration for that song was sudden and spontaneous. Nan Fei was constantly creating during the same period. Because the sound of water was not loud, he actually didn't pay much attention to that song later.
At this time, he began to feel scared. Fortunately, he was able to help Yan Nanxing inadvertently, allowing him to hold on until the day when they could meet.
His hands tightened unconsciously: "Is this our destiny?"
"Nan Fei, what do you think made me accept the invitation to the variety show 'Taoyuan Xiaozhu'?" Yan Nanxing said his initial thoughts word by word, "I'm not short of money or fame. Before filming the variety show, I didn't even care whether I would make a comeback or not."
"But I saw your name on the guest list."
"I thought, no matter what, I have to personally get in touch with the kind of people who wrote those songs."
Sometimes, words that are too sincere seem more like pure and simple confessions.
The love that comes from the depths of the soul has nothing to do with anything external. It is just the resonance with another soul.
There are no more beautiful words than these.
Nan Fei couldn't help but think of the last time Yan Nanxing fell ill unexpectedly, and Xing Rui's words seemed to be ringing in her ears.
"Then I want to thank you too." Nan Fei loosened his hand this time and moved it upwards, placing his warm palm on Yan Nanxing's face. "From the moment we met until now, I want to thank you for your tolerance and patience."
"Yan Nanxing, because we love each other, you will never need to compensate me."
"I can't help liking you, it's natural. You just need to express your love in your own way."
As the saying goes, love is always accompanied by a sense of indebtedness, but he doesn't want Yan Nanxing to be like this. He hopes that Yan Nanxing can always look forward and not stop for trivial matters.
Thinking of this, he smiled brightly: "Let me see your own radiant self."
The two looked at each other for a long time, and a silent atmosphere filled the air. But just as they were immersed in it, the sudden ringing of the bell interrupted the charming atmosphere again.
This time, Yan Nanxing paid attention to the contact and frowned before hanging up.
"Hello?" He answered the phone, turned and left for the ventilated balcony. "What's up? Why are you calling me at this hour?"
Yan Nanxing doesn't like answering the phone very much, not to mention that he doesn't bring his work phone on personal trips. He is used to doing things his own way, so even if it's a call from Old Man Yan, he will choose whether to answer it depending on his mood.
The person who called was Yan Kongqing, who hated making phone calls even less.
He gave up once, but still insisted on calling, probably because it was really urgent.
As soon as this person opened his mouth, Yan Kongqing's panting voice rang out hurriedly: "Where are you now? Hurry back to Huayang."
"Grandpa's in trouble."
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