"Nian En, I want to raise you for the rest of my life, I want to stay by your side and take care of you, I want to give you a carefree life, I want... I want you to be happy."
She raised her head and looked at Ding Ziqian. He was wearing a fine plaid shirt. His elegant face and gentle eyes always made people feel very clean.
Especially those slender fingers that are always trimmed very neatly, they seem to be born for the piano and are full of artistic flavor.
What Yu Nianen likes is his unique and distinctive elegance.
"Zi Qian, can we... be happy?" After she finished speaking, she took a sip of coffee, and the bitter taste suddenly filled her mouth.
She frowned and put down the cup.
Ding Ziqian did not answer, but took out a bank card from his trouser pocket and handed it into Yu Nianen's hand.
"What?" She was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the bank card in her hand, "Zi Qian, this is..."
"This is the money I saved. It's not much. It's all the food expenses and work-study wages I saved. It can be used to pay your tuition." His face turned slightly red and sweat appeared on his forehead.
He wished that there were a lot of zeros after the numbers in his bank card, so that Yu Nianen wouldn't have to get between him and his mother and get scolded for defending him.
"I can't have it, you keep it!" Yu Nianen's nose was sore. How could she not understand what Ding Ziqian meant, but the tuition fee for the music conservatory was not a small sum of money.
What's more, what's weighing on her is just tuition fees.
"Nian'en, take this, this is a little bit of my thoughts for you. There is a concert at the beginning of the school. I want to compose a piece of music when I go home this time. People who make music originally, if they discuss the interests, they will
I feel tacky. But Nian En, I want to be tacky. For you, I want to be successful, famous, and able to protect you from wind and rain."
"Zi Qian, stop talking..."
"Nian En," Ding Ziqian held her hand tightly, looked at her and said softly, "I love you!"
"Yes!" Yu Nianen lowered his eyes, nodded vigorously, tears falling on his wrists one by one, "I love you too."
How much she wanted to have a carefree love, how much she wanted to dance while he played the piano, how much she wanted to realize their common dream.
"Don't cry!" Ding Ziqian picked up a tissue and frantically wiped her tears.