The area around the little girl's eyes was already flushed with a faint red, which was so dazzling on the snow-white skin.

Wen Jiulan only felt a choke in her throat, and she could barely speak.

He didn't cry when he rushed into the fire and burned all over his body, gritted his teeth and endured painful treatment, when he was secretly on guard against threats when he heard his hatred, and even when he made up his mind to leave the world.

But now, Wen Jiulan could clearly feel his gradually heated eyes.

Decades before and after, Wen Jiulan cried for the first time since leaving the Wen family.

"Infant Sleep......

His tears were also extremely quiet, and the tears dripped down the back of Qi Youmian's hand along the curvature of his cheeks.

It's hot and hot, as if it can burn all that bit of skin.

"Because no one cared at the time, it didn't hurt."

After finally knocking down Wen Qiu and even having a stroke, and the so-called Mrs. Wen was also sent to prison by him, Wen Jiulan thought that she had no worries, and nervously held a handful of delicate pink peony pills and came to the international high school where Qi Youmian worked.

coincided with the International High School Day, and he saw the figure standing on the stage dancing again.

The skirt is fluttering, and the body is soft and light, as if it will turn into a butterfly and fly away at any time.

His ears were filled with the amazement of the students and the old teachers, and Wen Jiulan felt a little proud in her heart for some reason, and she unconsciously straightened her chest, and a little smile appeared in her eyes that had always been indifferent.

The dance is coming to an end.

Wen Jiulan once again straightened her suit against the pure black marble pillar next to the stage, and fine-tuned the bow tie to the most upright direction.

On the way here, he had typed countless drafts, and the sentences that he memorized fluently at that time slipped away at this time, leaving him with a blank mind.

Wen Jiulan was inevitably a little anxious, her lips moved slightly, repeating mechanically.

"Hello, I don't know if you remember me, I was your classmate in high school......"

Even the title is a cautious and extremely polite "you".

He stood in the shadows of the background, dressed in a pure black suit, as if he had disappeared into the shadows with his whole body.

I heard the teachers watching the excitement in front of me, laughing and talking about the little girl who was burning on the stage.

"I heard that I had an accident after graduating from the college entrance examination, and I was injured and couldn't dance......

"If I hadn't been injured, where would I have been a teacher...... Wasn't that nephew of the school board chasing her recently? ”

"Don't say it, it's a match made in heaven...... I heard that Mr. Qi is about to agree! ”

Several female teachers who gossip together burst into laughter.

The powder peony is still fragrant, lying quietly in his arms, exuding an incomparable sweet fragrance.

Wen Jiulan felt a cold sweat on her back.

There was also a scar on the back of his neck that had not been removed, and it was faintly burning at this time, as if it were a warning.

- Why are you worthy of her?

Wen Jiulan still flinched.

He silently put the carefully selected and hand-wrapped powder peony in the little girl's place.

He was afraid that his wishful thinking would bring hurtful criticism and gossip to the little girl.

He was afraid that his years-long love would only be a burden and a debt to the little girl.

After standing on the side and watching the little girl pick up the bouquet of flowers in surprise, Wen Jiulan left quietly.

The loneliness that had accumulated for several years came like a tide, and he spent a long time waiting alone, and finally failed to muster up the courage to ask.

"Do you remember me?"

Wen Jiulan didn't experience much love.

He doesn't know if his love is in chains or not.

In order to avoid burdening Qi Youmian, he simply didn't take out his hand from the beginning.

"I never thought that I would have another chance, young sleep, I was very despicable, cowardly enjoying all the closeness and dependence, but I didn't dare to tell the truth."

Wen Jiulan's voice was low and hoarse, and he completely confessed his sincerity word by word.

Obviously he was standing, obviously he was looking at Qi Youmian with lowered eyes.

But like a gambler who had nothing, he knelt on the ground humbly and reverently, looking up at the gods, trembling and holding his bright red and jumping heart.

desperately begging for an ending.

Qi Youmian never thought that she would have so many tears, which were endless, almost blurring her vision.

She was choked up and almost speechless, and the only thing she could do was to open her arms and hug the lonely teenager tightly.

Those slender arms were so hard that she felt a faint pain.

At this moment, the pain is also very real.

"Do you think I don't know anything?"

"In that alley, you helped me to the side of the road and put me in the car home, so you went to that Western restaurant every Friday night to work part-time."

"It was you who rushed in and carried me out of the fire without hesitation, and used the excuse that I was injured and in a bad mental state to prevent my parents from telling me about you."

"It's you who have always been gentle and tolerant, and have done countless things for me."

The little girl's eyelids were red with crying, and tears rolled down the collar of the boy.

"I'll admit, at first, I did approach you with the mentality that I wanted to make amends...... But Wen Jiulan, I'm not stupid. Grateful and guilty, or like, I can tell. ”

She grabbed the young man's collar, forcing Wen Jiulan to lower her head and meet the young man's stunned and confused black eyes.

"Wen Jiulan, you listen to me."

"I like you - Qi Youmian likes to smell Jiulan."

“…… I love you. ”

The status between the two seemed to be suddenly reversed, Qi Youmian was red and aggressive, pulled the collar of the person and pulled it down fiercely, and stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed the young man on the lips.

Because of the agitated mood, the force used was not controlled for a while, and almost the whole person bumped into it.

The lip flap touched for a short time, and when they parted again, Qi Youmian looked at the young man's lower lip that was broken by himself, and suddenly felt a little weak.

Wen Jiulan has imagined all the results of confessing the truth, and the best one is that Qi Youmian is angry about it, but she is still soft-hearted and willing to forgive herself.

There may also be a faint hope hidden in my heart, but I was forcibly suppressed and ignored by my master.

Unexpectedly, the dream that I didn't dare to imagine became a reality.

Qi Youmian was not only not angry, but on the contrary, from her eyes to her words, she was telling her distress and liking.

His lips moved slightly, and he tasted a faint smell of blood between his lips and teeth.

"Young sleep."

As if infected by the little girl's attitude, she heard Jiulan speak in a dumb voice, and finally mustered up the courage to declare the fiery love that had been suppressed in her mouth.

"Youmian, I really love you so much."

You have a flash of inspiration in my world, and since then I have overcome all obstacles, thousands of miles away, and I am not willing to suffer.