I couldn't hear any emotion in my tone, as expected.
Jian Anran said sternly, "If we haven't seen each other for so long, I must be having a bad time?"
Following the wind, she heard his gentle breathing.
He smiled, and sure enough, she was still as rude as ever after not seeing him for so long.
Jian Anran is not a person who is too eager to win. She can't even muster the energy to participate in competitions or even games, but there is only one thing. She will never allow herself to lose to others because of her talk.
These are things that Wen Siheng knows very well. He used to sit on the Barcelona chair in the living room that Jian Anran moved several times but still could not move away. The two of them just nestled quietly in the rainy night.
Jian Anran talked about the disadvantages of being mute in the past because he was introverted and didn't like to talk. Wen Siheng thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of any experiences he had in the same year that he really regrets to this day.
The little man in his arms, with jet-black hair scattered on his arms, curled his lips, with displeasure written all over his face, and suddenly said, "Sure enough, there is still a bit of a gap between us."
The gap is a problem that even Wen Siheng himself has not been able to overcome.
Without answering Jian Anran directly, he just stroked her hair and racked his brains to recall, but he still couldn't remember anything that he really regretted.
Wen Siheng's childhood was not much different from the beautiful TV dramas. Although his father was rigid but sensible, his mother was knowledgeable, educated and considerate. In addition, Wen Shuliang's career was on the rise and he happened to run into a big infrastructure company.
At this time, their family had almost no financial or life problems.
After thinking about it, Wen Siheng suddenly said, "I am also troubled."
Jian Anran's eyes brightened significantly in her arms, and she sat up from the chair, "What? What? What do you mean? What is it?"
She was very curious about what childhood shadow this male version of the Flower of the High Mountain had.
Looking at her rosy smiling face, Wen Siheng felt as if a drop of water had fallen and stirred up a thousand waves, "In my childhood, I had almost no friends."
Jian Anran was a little surprised, "No friends?"
She subconsciously asked: "Why? Aren't you quite easy to get along with? Were you some kind of devil in the world when you were a child, and then you suddenly changed your gender when you grew up?"
As expected, Jian Anran's thinking was so wild that Wen Siheng didn't know where to pull it back.
He held his chin and thought carefully, "Maybe... they think I'm too 'pretentious'."
"Plop-" Jian Anran couldn't hold it back, "Hahahaha..." and burst into laughter, even a drop of crystal squeezing out of the corner of her eye.
She stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from her laughter, "It's true... it's a bit, hahahahaha... such an accurate description."
Wen Siheng is indeed "pretending", as if he has a feeling of tension all the time in life, which makes others feel distant, but to be honest, his "pretending" is his true appearance. If one day
He suddenly stopped pretending, and Jian Anran thought it was a ghost in the daytime.
…
Wen Siheng's voice brought her distant thoughts back to reality: "What are you thinking about?"
"Don't worry," Jian Anran crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned her whole body on the wall behind her that was almost as high as a person. "I won't do anything that will cause the school to seal off the rooftop from now on."
