The afterglow of the setting sun renders the surrounding area orange.
The young man slowly stood up against the light. His skin color was not rosy and white like ordinary boys. On the contrary, his white color was that kind of pale, giving people a sickly feeling.
He has a scent of books.
Shen Qinghe has not liked to interact with top students since he was a child. He always felt that they were just watching from a distance and should not be played with.
To put it in layman's terms, these top academics always look serious and look at you as if you are an idiot, making them not easy to get in touch with.
She stretched out her hand nervously: "Hello, my name is Shen Qinghe."
The young man was not restrained and greeted her politely: "Hello, Miss Shen."
After a brief introduction, there was a long silence.
Grandpa Chen thought that it was because of his presence that they were too embarrassed to talk. He found a place to sit on the edge of the flower bed and said, "You two are chatting. I, an old man, will not join you."
The two of them had nothing in common, and Shen Qinghe had no idea where to find a topic.
Standing under the tree with his back to the villa.
Chen Wan raised his head and glanced at the dark figure by the window on the second floor, and suddenly laughed.
Shen Qinghe was at a loss for a moment. She didn't say anything yet. Why was he laughing?
Could it be that you have discovered that you are a stupid beauty?
Chen Wan's eyes never left the window, and he spoke meaningfully: "Grandpa and Jiang Yaochang told me about you."
Shen Qinghe was curious about what he was looking at and wanted to turn around, but Chen Wan pulled him back.
"Do you still know Jiang Yao?"
She regretted it as soon as she said it.
If you think about it with your head, you will know that Grandpa Chen often treats the Jiang family and is considered half a family doctor. As his grandson, Chen Huan occasionally takes him with him, and he becomes familiar with him after going back and forth.
This question is so poorly asked!
Chen Wan lowered his eyes and looked at her: "The year Grandpa Jiang passed away, he was in a trance and in a very bad state."
Shen Qinghe frowned slightly, why did no one mention Grandpa Jiang's death to her?
When Jiang Yao first came to her house, she was in a bad state.
"Died a few months ago?"
Chen Wan tried his best to smile, but his eyes were filled with sadness that he couldn't hide: "He's not even willing to tell you this? He's so good at protecting you!"
Shen Qinghe opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.
"Grandpa Jiang passed away a year ago. Before that, Jiang Yao's mental state was not very good."
"He didn't want to believe that his grandfather had left him, and he felt depressed. The Jiang family had no choice but to block the news, fearing that Jiang Yao would collapse after seeing the reports hitting the sky every day."
"According to Grandpa Jiang's wishes, a low-key funeral was held. After the funeral that day, Jiang Yao left and went to a base. Later, he disappeared quietly from the base."
Perhaps because it was dawn, Shen Qinghe felt an inexplicable coldness spreading upward from the soles of his feet.
I couldn't help but fold my arms and tremble.
Chen Wan took off his coat and wanted to put it on her, but she took a step back and the clothes fell to the ground.
The two people squatted down to pick up clothes at the same time. They failed to control the distance and their heads collided.
Shen Qinghe leaned back unsteadily and sat directly on the ground.
So does Chen Wan.
There was no intention of getting up.
The two people looked at each other and smiled.
"Go on." Talk about the missed years and the things she didn't know about Jiang Yao.
Chen Wan nodded: "Everyone in the Jiang family was going crazy. A few hours later, Jiang Yao came back unscathed. His whole appearance changed. Although he was sad, he seemed to have found a new direction."
Somehow, Shen Qinghe suddenly remembered the dim dance studio and the bunch of white hyacinths at the door.
After a long time, she found her voice: "So, did he go find me that day?"
Chen Wan did not answer her.
The only person who can answer this question is Jiang Yao himself.
——
In a daze, Shen Qinghe said goodbye to Grandpa Chen and Chen Wan.
When she came to her senses again, she was already standing at Jiang Yao's door, raising her hand and gently knocking on the door twice.
The door suddenly opened from the inside, creating a small gust of wind that rolled up her skirt and hair.
Jiang Yao crossed his arms across his chest and looked at her condescendingly with a sinister look on his face.
"Jiang Yao."
"Why are you still looking for me?"
"I……"
Before the words were spoken, his slender white hands clasped Shen Qinghe's wrist and pulled him into his arms.
He closed the door smoothly.
Jiang Yao lowered his head and looked at her dimly, his voice low and cold: "Have you had a good time chatting with other dog men?"
Shen Qinghe defended: "I didn't."
He seemed to have thought of something, and smiled curiously: "That's right, who doesn't like that kind of pretty face?"
"me!"
"You really like it."
This understanding is amazing!
"you……"
Jiang Yao's eyes swelled, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore. He pressed the back of her head with one hand and kissed her fiercely.
The kiss gradually slipped, and Shen Qinghe couldn't ignore the softness and moisture on his neck, and subconsciously raised his head.
His bite was so hard that a shudder ran through her body easily.
There was no light on in the bedroom, only warm orange light came in from the window, and the atmosphere was charming and ambiguous.
Everything is developing in an uncontrollable direction.
Shen Qinghe controlled his breathing, trembling his eyelashes, and pushed the person in front of him: "Jiang Yao."
Jiang Yao pulled away from his emotions and buried himself in the crook of her neck, panting for air. His voice was low and dumb:
"You always can't say what I want to hear with your mouth. It's better to shut it up."