She never thought that she would fall in love with Duan Baiting, and to her ears, this kind of remark was simply unreliable compared to the existence of immortals in the world.

Their marriage itself was united under the premise of interests.

As long as interests exist, they cannot be separated.

The Song family has long been different from the past, and in the past few years, people often came to the door, and although their words were polite, their words were aggressive.

Song Wanyue watched her mother's white hair grow day by day.

There was none.

The pampered Mrs. Kuo worries about how to spend the money every day and where to maintain it better.

But during that time, she also had to put down her shelves and deal with those complicated interpersonal relationships with a smile.

On the day she learned the news of the marriage, Song Wanyue sat on the balcony alone for a long time.

She held her phone and stared at the blank chat interface.

The note looks like it's engraved on it.

She repeated in her mind: Kian.

The young girl's ignorant spring heart is like a heavy rain that spans many years.

Even if he came and went without a trace, he was fluttering, and he left nothing for her.

It's like a dream.

That's a very short period of six months.

He was a man who spoke very little, but was extremely patient.

A young girl in adolescence talks a lot and densely. There are many dissatisfaction with the surroundings.

The food she ate today was too salty, and the nail salon labeled her the wrong diamond, and the bag she wanted was not available.

It's boring to complain, but he'll always give her a response.

Even if the responses are so concise that they seem perfunctory.

Song Wanyue had to wonder if it was always daylight on his side.

Otherwise, he can always reply to her messages in a timely manner.

One day I had insomnia and sent him a little aggrieved emoji.

He quickly replied: Didn't sleep?

Song Wanyue said that she had insomnia and couldn't sleep no matter how she slept.

[Song Wanyue: What are you doing? 】

She was always curious about his life and wanted to know everything about him.

But the other party's sense of boundaries is too clear, and he rarely talks to her about his private life.

[Kian: Class.] 】

She leaned on the bed with her chin on the pillow, bowing her head and seriously replying to his message.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: Aren't you sleepy? 】

[Kian: It's 3pm UK time.] 】

[Wanwan can't finish eating: But you made up for me for so long yesterday.] 】

She also thought that the reason why he was there every morning was because his routine was reversed.

I didn't think I would have to go to class during the day.

She was very distressed: it was so hard.

[Kian: It's fine.] 】

Even through the screen, Song Wanyue could think of his expression at the moment.

There shouldn't be much ups and downs, just like these two words.

Even if it is read out, it is a mediocre tone.

Song Wanyue said: But I have something.

There's a question mark over there.

Song Wanyue's eyes were serious.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: If you don't take care of your body like this, your family will be distressed, and I will be distressed. 】

This time I didn't hear back for a long time.

Song Wanyue questioned whether the other party was playing with her mobile phone in class and was discovered by the teacher.

The sound of vibrations caught her attention.

She bowed her head.

In the dialog, he repeated her words.

- Do you feel distressed too?

Song Wanyue was stunned, and then went to look at the above words.

Unexpectedly, I didn't think I could do it quickly, so I actually sent the next five words together.

"I'm saying that my conscience is not good because of guilt, and then it causes insomnia, and insomnia will not be able to sleep all night, and my heart will hurt if I don't sleep all night."

When the news was sent, she collapsed back on the sofa, and her messy, twisted and far-fetched words were made up at first glance.

Why is her hand so fast, her brain doesn't react, so she sends it directly.

He shouldn't think she had other intentions for him, so she sent him messages and harassed him every day, right?

Thinking of this, Song Wanyue was full of excitement.

She felt that it was very necessary for her to explain it to him, lest he feel like a superficial nymphomaniac.

As soon as I sat up, I didn't have time to type the first word.

The message from the other side came.

- Got it.

- Will have a good rest in the future.

Song Wanyue's movements paused.

It was a few simple words, but it seemed to have some kind of magic that attracted her to read it over and over again.

She imagined his voice, imagined his tone, and read the words slowly in her mind.

He may be a little helpless, and he will probably be indulgent.

Or perhaps.

Song Wanyue's face gradually turned red.

His tone was gentle, with a faint smile.

She learned the tone of her imagination and read the sentence again: "I know, I will have a good rest in the future." ”

After reading it, he shyly rolled on the bed holding his mobile phone.

Even she didn't notice it, and she had become more and more dependent on him lately.

In the past, I used to tell my parents about things, but now I tell him for the first time.

blushing at the moment, aggrieved and coquettish with him.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: But I still can't sleep. 】

She has to inch in: English songs seem to be very sleep-inducing.

The hint was almost straight to his face.

Song Wanyue waited uneasily with her mobile phone, afraid that he would refuse, afraid that he would pretend not to understand.

As the minutes ticked by, she grew disappointed in her waiting.

Then the phone rang.

It was his call.

Song Wanyue's heart was pounding, and this feeling was not the same as when he usually gave a lecture to himself.

She swallowed, steadied her breathing, and then dared to press on.

The phone was placed next to his ear, and his whole face was buried in the pillow.

She thought that if there was someone next to her, she would be able to see that her whole body was red.

His voice was beautiful, clear and deep, and it reached her ears across the ocean through electromagnetic waves.

There are a few points of distortion.

"What do you want to hear?"

He asked her in a calm tone.

Song Wanyue's heart was pinched: "Follow ...... As you see fit. ”

She said casually, and he really chose a random one, which was about what he was familiar with.

A cappella without accompaniment.

The lyrics are all in English, and in terms of Song Wanyue's English level at that time, she can only understand some simple words.

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

......