Qin Jiayan was a little embarrassed: "I just haven't seen you for a long time, I just want to see you." However, the main thing is that I want to go back to Yang City. Even though I used to go back once a month, I still miss it. After staying in Guicheng for so long, I still don't feel a little used to it. ”

"Okay, okay, girlfriend is the biggest. I don't see much to do on the weekend, I'll be back with you the night before. Let's leave the next morning and go to Yangcheng for a good weekend. ”

"I know you're the best for me. Then I'll have to read the manuscript sent by the publisher in a while, so I'll go to work first. Ah Lie, you have to do your best. Qin Jiayan said with a smile.

Qin Xinglie hummed at the other end and hung up the phone.

Qin Jiayan put away his phone with satisfaction, reached out and took the comic manuscript next to him.

Originally, it was not her who was in charge of money to audit these things, but she had to wait for leave because of the lack of manpower for the audit recently, so Qin Jiayan, a half-asser, was forced to go into battle.

However, after reading the manuscript for a while, Qin Jiayan felt a little sleepy, she put away her things and walked up the stairs in a daze.

Not long after lying in bed, she fell asleep.

In the dream, Qin Xinglie took her hand and gently imprinted a kiss on her forehead: "Jiayan, you will always be my favorite girl." ”

When Qin Jiayan woke up, it was five o'clock in the morning the next day. She yawned and looked around the unfamiliar layout in the room before realizing that this was Qin Xinglie's room.

She got up a little embarrassed, and when she passed by Qin Xinglie's desk, she glanced at the English book on top with some curiosity.

Qin Xinglie in my impression doesn't like to read English books very much, and he is busy all day long, how can he have time to read these?

The more Qin Jiayan thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the ghost made the god stand on tiptoe and reach out and take down the English book.

The weight of the book was unexpectedly light, and Qin Jiayan knew that it was an empty shell when he held it in his hand.

Hesitantly, I opened the book, and there were two yellowed and worn letters lying inside.

Qin Jiayan recognized at a glance that the letter placed on the top was written by herself, and when she took away her letter and looked at the next one, she suddenly froze in place.

It was a letter to myself, three years ago.

Qin Jiayan didn't have to think about it at this time to know that this was written by Qin Xinglie to himself.

She sat on the bed and opened the letter that Qin Xinglie had written to herself with trembling hands.

Reading word by word, Qin Jiayan never felt that he was so tormented. She never understood Qin Xinglie's love, and when she had always misunderstood him, he silently stayed by her side in a different way.

But she's so stupid.

has been questioning Qin Xinglie's feelings for him.

They missed all these years, and they caused it all by their own hands.

It was her cowardice and selfishness, and her humble suspicion that forced Qin Xinglie to a dead end step by step.

Qin Jiayan put down the letter in his hand and slid to the ground silently.

On Friday night, Qin Jiayan worked overtime until ten o'clock before returning to the villa.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the smell of food.

Qin Jiayan changed his shoes and saw Qin Xinglie busy in the kitchen. For a moment, she suddenly felt very warm.

"When you came back, I knew that you must not have eaten at this time, so I fried a lot of your favorite dishes for you. Wash your hands and come over to eat. Qin Xinglie walked out with the last dish.

Qin Jiayan smiled and went to the kitchen to wash her hands, sat down at the dining table, smelling the faint fragrance, she suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked: "No, Qin Xinglie, you know how to cook?" ”

"When did I say I wouldn't? Qin Jiayan, it seems that your brain is the same as your cooking skills, which are indescribable. Qin Xinglie put the chopsticks and bowl in front of Qin Jiayan.

Qin Jiayan picked up the chopsticks and took a little food to eat, but unexpectedly found that Qin Xinglie's craftsmanship was really good.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you as often as you like. After eating, you will go upstairs and get a good night's sleep, and we will go back to Yangcheng tomorrow morning. Qin Xinglie doted on Qin Jiayan as he devoured the dishes he made, and he was very satisfied.

After Qin Jiayan finished eating, he began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Ah Lie, I just found out now that you are still a good family man." Qin Jiayan touched his stomach with satisfaction.

"It's good to know, you have to keep such a good boy on a tight leash." Qin Xinglie narcissistically boasted about himself.

Qin Jiayan rolled his eyes speechlessly and went upstairs to sleep.

The next morning, Qin Xinglie and Qin Jiayan got up early, packed up their things and took the car back to Yangcheng. The weather was still a little hot, and a hot wind came in after getting out of the car.

"Ah Lie, I want to go back to Yangcheng Middle School first, I haven't been back for a long time." Qin Jiayan stood beside Qin Xinglie with some emotion, it turned out that many years had already passed.

The two took a taxi to Yangcheng Middle School, and the security guards at the school gate were still as vicious, and they had to register their names and specific information before they could put them in.

When I entered the school, it was recess, and a group of students in blue uniforms were playing games and basketball on the playground.