It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 12: Species model (1)

(1)

On the day Yu Xiaolu came back, she was a little surprised to see the closeness between Sang Wuyan and Su Nianqun, and quickly calmed down again.

As for the relationship with Yu Xiaolu, Su Nianqun said that she is the younger sister of a relative. She has nowhere to go so she can live and take care of herself by the way. Sang Wuyan was surprised that someone like Su Nianqun could admit to his face that others were taking care of him.

"I'll take care of you in the future." Sang Wuyan said while holding Su Nianqun's arm.

Later, she thought, since she is a relative's younger sister, she is also a relative, so why not just say it's a cousin, sister, niece, niece, etc.

Her thoughts are not too complicated, and she will forget this doubt after a long time.

At that time, the movie "The Phantom of Louvre" was shown in the cinema. In order to avoid Su Nianqun's discomfort, they bought a couple's box. There is a seat there for Sang Wuyan to put his head in Su Nianqun's neck and gently describe the plot to him while watching the picture.

"Then he walked into the Egyptian Pavilion and hid in the corner, waiting for the mummy to appear. At this time, the shadow appeared again, the mummy..." Sang Wuyan said with a pale face, too scared to look at it again , hiding his face in Su Nianqun's clothes.

"What to do, it's terrifying." She was like an earthworm, digging hard into his arms.

"Then we won't watch it." Su Nianqin said.

"The more I'm afraid, the more I want to see it." Sang Wuyan grimaced.

Su Nianqin laughed and let her sit on her lap, then rested her chin on her shoulder.

Sang Wuyan was so nervous because of the plot of the movie that he completely forgot to describe the scene. Su Nianqun could only see the light and shadow of the movie screen flickering from time to time in front of him.

The more afraid, the more I want to see it—a sentence that reminds him of the feeling of love.

These are opium-like things, he thought.

On the way back, at the subway station, it was the most turbulent peak of the crowd at six o'clock.

When the subway came, she held Su Nianqun's hand in front of her to avoid the crowd and waited to get on the train at last. At this time, a few people rushed over in a hurry, knocked them away at once, and then squeezed Sang Wuyan into the crowd and was taken into the car.

When she walked back, the door was closed.

She didn't know if Su Nianqun also got in the car, and she didn't dare to call his name out loud in the car, so she looked around for fear that he would be embarrassed. She is not tall and needs to stand on tiptoe and search back and forth.

Left, right, seat.

No—

Her heart begins to get anxious.

Su Nianqun must still be staying at the station. He is rarely alone in public places like this, and there are so many people. He is so stubborn that he will definitely not ask for help. If he knew, he would have Yu Xiaolu drive here. I don't know if he knows the way, will he meet bad people, and his mobile phone is in his backpack.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, tears welling in her eyes.

As soon as the subway stopped, she immediately got off and took the same road on the other side.

There were far fewer people on the return trip. She stood at the door, and outside was a dark tunnel that kept spreading. It seemed like a century before the subway saw the light outside again. The horn in the carriage announced the station name, and then slowly stopped.

She saw Su Nianqun standing there from a distance through the glass of the window.

That's where they're staggered, motionless.

He is tall and handsome, so he doesn't seem to need a particularly striking sign to find him at a glance.

Sang Wuyan ran away, pounced on him, and hugged his waist.

He said lightly, "So soon!" as if he was still waiting.

"I was scared to death."

Su Nianqin touched her head: "What's there to worry about. Wherever I get lost, I'll be there until you come back."

Sang Wuyan worked with Yuanyuan on the radio station in the news team, and was soon transferred back to Nie Xi's studio. Wu Wei said, "Sister Xi told the director to insist that you come back."

"Why?"

Wu Wei thought for a while: "Any reason is possible, but it's definitely not because of your ability to work." Then he glanced at Sang Wuyan with contempt.

Sang Wuyan feigned anger: "Sample! Believe it or not, I strangle you?"

"Dead under the peony flower, I am a ghost and romantic." Wu Wei stuck out his tongue to pretend to be a ghost.

While the two were chatting, Nie Xi walked in and said coldly, "Sang Wuyan, I transferred you here, not for you to flirt with my people. The materials I gave you just now, you It has to be drained immediately, I will use it tomorrow."

"Oh." Sang Wuyan lowered his head, stopped talking, and started to work.

To be interviewed by Nie Xi in the live broadcast room tomorrow is Qingfeng, a young writer who has risen recently. After his works became popular on the Internet, they immediately swept the entire publishing industry. In less than half a year, they became a big name and attracted much attention. Nie Xi is very strict in his work, and he must do his homework every time. Now Sang Wuyan wanted to help Nie Xi systematically sort out Qingfeng's personal information, as well as his work style, general introduction, character characteristics of his masterpieces, online reviews, and publisher reviews.

In the past, Ye Li and Wang Lan did this. Sang Wuyan was about to call them, but Nie Xi stopped them: "They have other things. You've been here for almost half a year. Not even in trivial matters?" The tone was particularly sarcastic, and she was completely different from the sister Xi that Su Ri Li Sang didn't know.

After Nie Xi left, Ye Li asked in a low voice, "Sang Wuyan, did you offend her?"

"No." Sang Wuyan wondered, "She asked the director to let me come back. I haven't met her for a long time."

"Did you hit a ghost?" Ye Li shook her head.

Sang Wuyan looked at the pile of high-level documents, which was quite baffling.

In the evening, Sang Wuyan worked overtime until late. She's a science student, and she doesn't really care about this kind of thing. What kind of overhead, what history, what martial arts, what fantasy makes her confused. It was hard to get out of it, and I made a rough outline of Qingfeng's personal works, and then combined some real personal situations and readers' comments to get the general content of the interview.

When she went downstairs, she opened her handbag and wanted to call Su Nianqun, only to find that her phone was out of power. She entered the house on the front foot, and the phone rang on the back foot.

It's not Su Nianqun, it's Mama Sang.

"Wuyan, why are you not here so late?"

"Tai Li is working overtime."

"I'll be back sooner in the future, now the security is so chaotic, how unsafe it is for a girl to walk at night..." Mama Sang started a machine-gun-like home education, which ended with great difficulty. As soon as she hung up the phone, the bell rang again.

"Where did you go so late?" This time, Su Nianqin asked, "The phone is not working."

"Overtime," she continued.

"I'm here to call you over for dinner."

"Eating? What did you do?" She had lingering fears about his ability to cook.

Su Nianqun heard the door and remembered that he kindly fried eggs to supplement her nutrition that day, and she also asked him in disgust if he would eat it and kill her.

He couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Sang Wuyan, you..."

Sang Wuyan hurriedly changed his tune and said, "Those who are queuing up to eat and cook today will have to have a group without a teacher. So you quickly forget what I said last time."

"Stop talking."

Sang Wuyan laughed.

Just like you and me, the two of them talked on the phone for a long time. Until the thread hung up, Sang Wuyan still had a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth. In fact, he is quite talkative.

Early the next morning, Sang Wuyan went to the radio station, carrying something to communicate with Nie Xi. Nie Xi glanced at it lightly and said, "No. The perspective and starting point are not good." Then he pointed out a bunch of shortcomings with the manuscript, and ordered Sang Wuyan to continue to revise it.

For lunch, Sang Wuyan took two bites at will and continued to work hard. When I showed it to Nie Xi, she was using the computer and said, "Let's put it there."

In the evening, Sang Wuyan was guarding the recording program outside the live broadcast room.

Ye Li suddenly and mysteriously grabbed Sang Wuyan and whispered, "Nie Xi asked Wang Lan to prepare the information about Qingfeng last week. She doesn't need you at all."

Wang Lan next to him nodded: "Yeah. I'm just busy with this, you didn't ask, I'm here during the day, I just heard what Lili said."

"Have you committed a villain?" Ye Li asked.

Sang Wuyan was so surprised that he didn't speak for a long time. He turned his head through the glass and looked at Nie Xi, who was facing Qingfeng with a smile on his face. The taste was very complicated. Nie Xi was not such a woman originally. She was generous, patient, and had no airs at all. She was kind to people.

Is it possible that she didn't do well enough before.

Did she inadvertently upset Nie Xi.

Is she lacking this kind of discipline in the first place.

In a daze, she suddenly remembered what Li Lulu said before, "Sang Wuyan, if you leave the school, leave the shelter of your parents, you will be nothing."

(2)

For various reasons, she and Su Nianqin are not always together, and sometimes they don't even see each other for two or three days.

The place where the two meet the most is at Su Nianqun's house.

She likes to lie beside her and watch Su Nianqin play the piano. Seeing his fingers glide over the keys, soothing and soft or arrogant, is a very enjoyable visual sense.

She had a hard time imagining how he really grew up in an orphanage and how the teachers and aunts in the orphanage taught him so well.

"When did you start learning the piano?"

"Seven."

"Are you eager to learn?"

"It's hard to learn."

"How are they treating you?" Sang Wuyan asked suddenly, "I mean those aunties who take care of you."

Su Nianqun said very calmly: "It can't be good or bad. Taking care of orphans is their job, not out of love or other feelings. Of course, they will have children who prefer more. Also, sometimes I can't recall those things very well."

"Why?"

"I'm only going to be seven years old."

"Why?"

He stopped and said lightly, "I don't want to continue this topic."

Sang Wuyan was slightly startled, so unbearable to look back on?

At this moment, Sang Wuyan's cell phone rang.

"Wuyan, why aren't you at home?" It was Mama Sang.

Sang Wuyan glanced at Su Nianqun and walked out of the house with his mother hesitantly.

"You will come back at the end of the month. I contacted your father in a middle school. Although they had hired new recruits last November, they can now add an indicator for you."

“Mom—”

"Bring your resume and those certificates. Prepare yourself first. The school still has to interview."

Sang Wuyan sighed: "It's not convenient for me to discuss this issue with you now, so go back and talk about it."

"What is inconvenience? You're not an underground party, and you've been sneaking around lately." Mama Sang muttered and hung up the phone.

Sang Wuyan snorted, but it's not an underground party. If the family knew about her and Su Nianqun, there would be no end to it.

She went back to the house, and Su Nianqun asked, "Whose phone number?"

"My mom, tell me about work."

"Yeah." He didn't care much about Sang Wuyan's university and internships, and sometimes Sang Wuyan even suspected that he didn't know which school she went to at all.

In the afternoon, the weather suddenly cleared up. The sun sprinkled gold all over the yard, which was particularly attractive. Sang Wuyan took Su Nianqun to the park.

The weather is very good, and there are not many people who come to sunbathe.

Sang Wuyan was lying on the lawn with his head resting on Su Nianqun's lap. He was sitting against a tree trunk, his eyes half asleep, and he was listening to the radio with earplugs in his ears.

I touch Sang Wuyan's hair from time to time. Her hair is thin and dense, and it feels very soft to the touch. In addition, her hair is short and fluffy, and it feels like cat hair.

Thinking of the word "cat hair", Su Nianqin couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth, her eyelashes moved slightly.

"What's the smirk?" Sang Wuyan asked. She was lying on her back, so she could see his expression from below.

She's the only one in the world who would call this kind of laughter a smirk.

"Telling a joke." He removes his earplugs.

"What station do you listen to?" She found that if he didn't read or play the piano, he would pass the time either by listening to the TV news or the radio.

"The storyteller."

"Why don't you listen?"

"Always an ad."

"Do you listen to our station?"

"Occasionally listen."

He opened his eyes and raised his face in the direction of the sun.

"See the light?"

"Very faint."

"Can it be cured?" There are too many mysteries and too many unknowns in him, which makes her want to know.

"It can't be cured." He said lightly, "It's a problem with the optic nerve center, congenital." His tone was unusually flat, but Sang Wuyan still caught the faint pain that flashed across his face.

"Did you bring the book to read?" Sang Wuyan changed the subject.

"Hmm. What?"

"I'll help you read what book you want to read in the future, save trouble."

Su Nianqun thought for a while and handed her the book: "Read it."

"...this one won't work, and I don't know Braille."

At this time, a singing voice was heard not far away, which happened to be singing the song "Libya Shell". Sang Wuyan frowned: "The lyrics are mixed up, this sentence is the second paragraph."

Su Nianqun raised her eyebrows: "You can too?"

"Of course." Sang Wuyan raised his head, "Would you like to sing it to you?"

"Don't!" Su Nianqun said hurriedly, "Don't."

"You despise me? You think I can't sing well?"

Su Nianqun didn't speak, obviously not wanting to hit her.

Sang Wuyan was anxious: "Su Nianqun, let me tell you, people say I have a good voice, otherwise they wouldn't choose me to broadcast."

"This," he said, "I have reservations."

Sang Wuyan went back to the school dormitory to get things, and met Xu Qian on the way. Xu Qian stopped her.

"I heard you're in a relationship."

"Yes, you can finally rest assured." Sang Wuyan said.

"We found a job in City B with Wei Hao. We signed the contract and will go back in June."

"Congratulations."

Xu Qian shook her head: "Sang Wuyan, when will you grow up?"

"It's not very good. Otherwise, how could you all be teasing me behind my back for so many years, I don't know." Sang Wuyan said, "I won't forgive you."

"You..." Xu Qian smiled wryly.

"The most important thing as a friend is to be honest, why are you deceiving me?"

The next day, Sang Wuyanyi was in Su Nianqun's arms and recounted the experience of meeting Xu Qian yesterday. She can't hide her words, and she must report any movement in time, otherwise she will feel uncomfortable.

"If you deceive me, I won't forgive you." Sang Wuyan said bitterly.

Su Nianqun's hand was originally touching her hair, but she froze slightly when she heard this.

As soon as Sang Wuyan came back from Su Nianqun, Cheng Yin said, "Your mother called again and told you to call back."

"Oh." Sang Wuyan suddenly looked like a deflated ball, and his expression immediately became sad.

"You should tell your mom and the others well, it's for your own good after all."

"But they don't have the right to decide my future. What I want to do, whether to continue my studies or not, should be my own choice."

While speaking, the phone rang again. Cheng Yin made a look of "I'm definitely looking for you": "You just obey, or I'll go crazy."

It's really Mama Sang.

"Mom, I really want to stay and never go back. I've been here for four years and I love it."

"Will Mom and Dad hurt you? It's not for your own good. Look how angry you are with your dad. No matter how many people in the academy want to squeeze in to study, you don't want the place specially given to you. You've only been outside for four years and your heart is wild, and you shouldn't have been allowed to go out of town at that time." Sang's mother spoke the dialect at an extremely fast speed, scolding Sang Wuyan, and she was bitter.

"I'm not going back."

"Wuyan," Mama Sang paused, "are you hiding something from your mother?" She felt that something was wrong with her daughter recently, and she didn't go to the house by calling the landline late at night.

"Mom...I..." She thought about it, and finally said, "I have a boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? When did you meet? How old are you? Where do you live? From a school? Why didn't you tell your mother earlier and let her see?"

There is always something to face, Sang Wuyan can only muster the courage to report it completely. When it comes to Su Nianqun's vision impairment, Sang's mother suddenly fell silent on the other end, and after a long time she left a sentence "I I'll take the plane tomorrow" and hung up the phone.

It's not the rainstorm pear flower needle, but the gentle drizzle.

According to her mother's personality, she thought she would scold her in person as soon as she came, but Mama Sang didn't. From the airport to home, in the taxi, Mama Sang never mentioned anything about Su Nianqun.

On the way, I happened to receive a call from Su Nianqin.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." Sang Wuyan trembled every time he said a word, afraid that his mother would find out.

"Wuyan, you seem to be very nervous." Su Nianqun was particularly sensitive.

"No, I'll call you later." She hung up the phone quickly, then sent a text message to Yu Xiaolu, asking her to prepare Su Nianqun, and maybe bring someone to see him.

As soon as I got home, the first thing Sang's mother did was to pack up for Sang.

"Follow me back tomorrow."

“Mom—”

"If you want to stay here because of that person, then I don't want you to stay for a minute. Your dad will ask for leave for you at school, you have to come with me."

"You should at least see him before jumping to conclusions, okay?"

"Our family won't admit his relationship with you, what's there to see."

“Mom—”

"Before you young people have done anything to be regretted, break it early." Mama Sang really pointed.

"We are sincere, why do you object, just because of his eyes?"

"Just? Do you think it's just? You're a little girl, and you don't know the ups and downs without going through oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Mom didn't deny the love you believe in, but the reality is not what you imagined. You grew up with Most of them are soaked in honey at home. Your dad spoils you so much that you are afraid of falling in the palm of your hand, and afraid of melting if you put it in your mouth. What have you experienced? What can you experience?"

"I will learn, I will learn to cook, earn money, and take care of me and him. And Su Nianqun doesn't need my care at all."

"I don't want you to spend most of your life taking care of such a person. Besides, he is still an orphan."

"No, no, he has relatives by his side, he is not an orphan." Sang Wuyan said, "Mom...you should meet Nianqun, he is a very good man, and he loves me very much."

"Mom told you before that love is not only an impulse, but also a sense of security and responsibility. For such a disabled person of unknown origin, he has not even told you about some people in the family, that can be called love ?!"

"I can call and ask him right away, if you're just worried about this I can ask right away." Sang Wuyan burst into tears.

"Nothing, no need. I don't need to know what kind of family he has. If his family is rich and powerful, our Sang family will never climb this threshold. If he is poor, I will only despise him even more. !”

(3)

"But Mom, it's me who wants to be with him, not you!"

"Wanyan—" Mama Sang was annoyed, "How can you talk to your elders like this!"

After the intensity, the two seemed to be suddenly tired and fell silent.

At this moment, Sang Wuyan's phone rang again, and even if it was turned on, it still made a fierce whining sound in her backpack.

She is powerless to face Su Nianqun, powerless to face their love.

That night, Mama Sang didn't say a word.

Cheng Yin seemed to have a hunch and didn't come back.

So Sang Wuyan left the bed to his mother and slept in Cheng Yin's room alone.

Late night, she went to the bathroom and heard her mother roll over on the cot in the room.

"Mom, haven't you slept yet?" she asked softly, opening the door.

Mother lay on her side facing the wall and ignored her.