It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 13: Species model (2)

Sang Wuyan went to bed and said to his mother's back: "Mom, when I grow up, can you let me find happiness by myself? If there are setbacks, I will be strong. Even if I am defeated, I will still be strong. I have a mother who loves me very much." As he spoke, he gently hugged his mother from the back.

Mama Sang closed her eyes.

The next day, before leaving early in the morning, Sang's mother said: "Wuyan, mother doesn't care about you anymore, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, no matter what I say, you won't listen. But you have to remember Live, the path is yours to choose, people in this generation can’t find the medicine for regret, and if there is anything in the future, they can’t blame others.”

It must have hurt my mother's heart to leave such a remark. Recalling every word in Sang Wuyan's ear, she was even more disturbed than yesterday's tit-for-tat.

She was suddenly apprehensive.

"Have I broken their hearts?" Sang Wuyan asked Cheng Yin.

"If you and Su Nianqun are unhappy because of this, they will be even more sad." Cheng Yin replied.

That day, she took leave from the radio station for the first time for personal reasons, and eagerly took a ride to Su Nianqun's house.

Yu Xiaolu is not with him.

Sang Wuyan kicked off his shoes and walked barefoot on the floor.

Under the floor-to-ceiling window, Su Nianqun's usual grand piano was not covered. She walked over and poked out a few boring single notes with her fingers. She was known to be tone-deaf since she was a child. She felt bored in less than three minutes, and then slipped in. Su Nianqun's room, and clothes got into the quilt.

It has the smell of Su Nianjin inside. The smell made her feel at ease.

Su Nianqun, why haven't you come back, I'm so hungry... This is the last thought in Sang Wuyan's mind before closing his eyes in a daze.

It was the sound of the door being unlocked that woke her from her sleep.

Yu Xiaolu and Su Nianqun came back together.

Then the sound of Yu Xiaolu changing her slippers and going up the stairs, she stopped halfway.

"Nianshu, you shouldn't be so stubborn with your father." Yu Xiaolu said.

"Father?" Su Nianqun sneered coldly, "I never thought he had fulfilled his father's responsibilities." Su Nianqun went back to the room after speaking.

The lights in the bedroom were off, and Sang Wuyan hid behind the door, ready to jump out and startle him.

Just as I was about to pounce, I heard Su Nianqin ask, "Wuyan? Are you there?"

She was suddenly disappointed, "Oh", and obeyed obediently.

"How did you know I was here."

"Who told you to kick your shoes at the door every time you came, making me almost fall." As soon as Su Nianqin spoke to her, his face softened.

Sang Wuyan smiled apologetically.

"Who did you say you wanted me to meet yesterday?"

Sang Wuyan's expression stagnated for a while, and her eyes flickered: "It's Cheng Yin, I want you to meet her." Seeing Su Nianqun's face, she suddenly decided not to tell him anything about the family. It will be solved by himself, don't let him worry.

"Why is it so mysterious?" Su Nianqun was a little skeptical.

"Because, I'm moving in with you."

"How did you figure it out again?" Su Nianqun couldn't hide his joy, and rubbed Sang Wuyan's short hair that was messed up after sleeping.

"Since I found a long-term meal ticket, why didn't I come here earlier to eat and live for free to save money." Sang Wuyan gave Su Nianqun a big hug.

Mom, I will definitely try to find happiness. Sang Wuyan closed his eyes and thought.

"I'm not running a free inn here." Su Nianqun smiled.

"Wrong. Not only is the room and board all-inclusive, but it also comes with a first-brand male color."

"Why should I be ranked third? It should be the exclusive top male sex, with free food and drink."

"Su Meiren, who told you not to guard your body like a jade, let Uncle Sang do whatever I want." Sang Wuyan fell down with a smile.

It was Sang Wuyan's stomach that interrupted their laughter.

"It's not convenient to trouble Xiaolu so late."

"You, can't cook?"

"You think I'm like a man who cooks?" Su Nianqun raised his eyebrows, "And as a woman, I should ask this question, you don't know how to cook?"

Sang Wuyan bowed his head, pouted, and said in a low voice, "I'm not a cook."

"However, I have heard an idiom." Sang Wuyan bit his lips and snickered.

"What?" Su Nianqin asked.

"It's delicious to eat." As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe and kissed Su Nianqun's lips. She was easily distracted.

I thought Su Nianqun would respond, but he changed his normal attitude and resisted with a serious face: "If you are hungry, you will have a stomachache." After speaking, Lasang went out without a word.

He also began to get used to taking care of people,

It is surrounded by residential quarters and lake districts. If you turn around this street, all the bars are open, and there are no small shops selling food and food. The two walked together for a long time. At this time, Sang Wuyan realized that it still took time for her and Su Nianqun to settle down.

For example, she likes to talk while walking, while Su Nianqun is silent. Because it is very difficult for him to keep up with the speed of a normal person, even if he has a blind stick and a sang to lead the way, he needs to spend all his energy and can't be distracted at all.

She likes to walk side by side hand in hand, while Su Nianqin is more comfortable with staggering half a step forward and backward.

There are young women around who will look back at Su Nianqun in amazement, and after discovering his disability, they will show a look of pity, and then whisper and point with their peers.

She doesn't like their gaze, whether it's stunning or sympathetic.

"Wan Yan?" Su Nianqun noticed the strangeness, stopped and asked. The body just covered the street lamp that was shining over, blocking Sang Wuyan in the shadow of the lamp.

Sang Wuyan took advantage of the dark night to place a kiss on the corner of his face: "I will put a label on it in the future: Su Nianqun is Sang Wuyan's personal belongings."

When I found a roadside stall selling wontons, the boss was on the radio, and the radio was playing a song written by Su Nianqin.

"Will you teach me the piano?" Sang Wuyan said.

"If you hum a song out of tune, people who don't know the sheet music should also learn the piano?"

"As long as you have perseverance, I can learn."

"Why do you want me to persevere when you learn piano."

"I'm sure I won't have perseverance, so I'll rely on you, the tyrant." She's also more self-aware.

"You ask me, and you call me a tyrant?" Su Nianqun raised an eyebrow.

The wontons were served, and Sang Wuyan took a sip of the hot noodle soup.

"I seem to be happy," she said.

She suddenly remembered something when she ate the second bowl.

"How did you find me on the sofa that time?"

"Which time?" Su Nianqun asked knowingly.

"That's...that's...I secretly..." Sang Wuyan was a little embarrassed.

"You have my scent. Use my bed, wear my pajamas, wash my shower gel, and you can only get my scent. The blind man's nose is very smart."

"Then if I go to another man in the future, I'll have to change clothes and take a shower before returning." Sang Wuyan teased him deliberately.

"You dare!" Su Nianqun immediately refuted.

"I said come and play." Seeing his reaction was so intense, she was heartbroken.

"Wuyan, if you dare to leave me first, I will hate you." Su Nianqun said suddenly on the way back against the dark night.

"If you don't want me, I will hate you." After Sang Wuyan raised his bar, he did not forget to add a sentence of years, "I will definitely hate you for the rest of my life."

Su Nianqun smiled, but didn't say anything.

He's been feeling uneasy that in the end she'll leave because he's blind.

Since the Qingfeng incident, Sang Wuyan tried his best to avoid Nie Xi. One day at noon eating in the cafeteria, Nie Xi suddenly sat down in front of Sang Wuyan.

“There are quite a few people who accompany you to dinner at noon.” Nie Xi said.

Sang Wuyan watched her sit down, watched her pick up the food and put it in her mouth, watched her suddenly come to strike up a conversation, and said hello: "Sister Xi."

"Two servings of meat again?" Nie Xi glanced at the dishes on Sang Wuyan's plate, "I really envy you little girls, no matter how you eat, you won't get fat." His expression returned to his previous impression of Sang Wuyan. The kind Nie Xi in the middle.

Sang Wuyan was a little surprised at Nie Xi's two huge changes.

She didn't say anything about Nie Xi originally, but this time she really couldn't help telling Su Nianqin.

Su Nianqun said, "Nie Xi? I know him."

"Of course you know. They interviewed you last time."

"No, she is... Xiaolu's senior sister, and she has a good relationship with Xiaolu." Su Nianqun replied.

(4)

After getting along day and night, Sang Wuyan found that Su Nianqun had almost nothing to do with any bad hobbies. This made Sang Wuyan feel extremely oppressive.

"You should take it to the traveling exhibition."

"Huh?"

"A successful example of human quality education."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Wuyan, who was sitting in front of the piano, was severely knocked by Su Nianqun: "Don't desert, this place is very important!"

"How long does it usually take to learn to play "Chopstick Dance"?"

"Individual talents vary, some for three years and some for a few days."

"What about me?"

"I don't know."

Sang Wuyan is frustrated: "Then I won't learn."

Su Nianqun raised her eyebrows, meaning to say: I have been tossed by you for two days, and I will wait for your words.

"You seem to be very painful to teach." Sang Wuyan was even more frustrated.

"Where, where. It's more painful than Miss Sang, you learn." Su Nianqun is modest.

Sang Wuyan got angry.

"Why did you learn the piano before?" Sang Wuyan thought about how difficult it would be if he had poor eyesight and couldn't see the sheet music.

"My mother thinks that a blind man who has some unique skills will still have some dignity even if he is reduced to begging on the street."

Hearing what he said, Sang Wuyan's heart began to throb. Su Nianqun didn't mention a word, and she didn't ask about Su Nianqun's childhood, she was afraid that it would make her heart more painful.

"Does it really mean 'Nianshu'?" Was Cheng Yin guessed?

"No. You used to say it very accurately, I am in love. My mother is also a southerner, and the homophonic pronunciation is taken."

"Where's your mother?"

"She died."

This conversation ended abruptly after Su Nianqun spit out these three words expressionlessly.

That day and night, Su Nianqun suddenly asked, "Wuyan, what do you look like?"

"The whole country and the city." Sang Wuyan blinked and said mischievously.

Su Nianqin smiled helplessly.

Sang Wuyan was amused by his own words and laughed: "Anyway, if you think so, I must be the most beautiful in the world."

"Not the most beautiful, but also the cutest, even if not the cutest, my baby."

Sang Wuyan grabbed his hands and placed them on his face.

"Here's the eyebrows. It's a little messy, and I don't like to take care of it." She directed him.

"Here is the eye, with sparse lashes. The eyes love to cry, but they have good vision."

"The nose is a bit small."

Su Nianqin no longer needs her commentary and continues to fumble.

Slowly, not letting go of every inch of her face.

As soon as he touches it, it becomes hot.

Continue down.

"Hello—" Sang Wuyan protested.

"I'm going to do a full inspection to see if there are any defects that need to be returned."

"There is no way to return it." Sang Wuyan shouted.

"Shh—" Su Nianqin motioned for her to keep silent.

He then unbuttons her pajamas one by one.

"Why do you always like to wear so many buttons?" Su Nianqun's voice was hoarse, and her fingers trembled a little as she tried to restrain her emotions.

"Here are your pajamas."

The clothes were opened, and Su Nianqin's kisses fell densely.

"I want to do something bad." Su Nianqin said.

"Aren't you already doing it?"

He is indeed a difficult man to get along with, sometimes even stubborn and childish. That kind of personality is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear. But when he is in a good mood, he can spoil Sang Wuyan. He is also not someone who needs Sang Wuyan to sacrifice everything to take care of him. Although Su Nianqun doesn't cook, he likes to do other things himself.

Just like Sang Wuyan sitting there, watching Su Nianqun cleaning up the sundries in the living room alone. His progress is very slow, because he needs to restore the things that Sang Wuyan has touched one by one, because each object has a fixed position, otherwise he will be very uncomfortable.

"You don't like me touching your stuff?"

"It's okay," Su Nianqin said, "but it's better if you remember to put it back every time."

"I think the frame looks better on the left, so I moved it." Sang Wuyan explained.

Su Nianqun was speechless.

"Who is on the picture in the frame?" Sang Wuyan continued.

"Who, who?" This question finally caught Su Nianqun's attention.

"The one in your hand."

Su Nianqun's hand paused and said, "Sang Wuyan, come here."

Seeing that he looked bad, she walked over reluctantly: "Why?"

"Who's in the picture?"

"What would I ask you to do if I knew?" She originally wanted to say something like this, but seeing Su Nianqin's face, she had no choice but to say, "Old photos, there are quite a lot of people, some old and some young. Yes, it looks like a family portrait. Uh—this person is a bit like Miss Yu, but with short hair, which is different from her now. There is a woman next to her, holding hands with her.”

"Is there a big pool in the background?"

"Oh, yes. There's a fountain here."

After receiving a positive reply from Sang Wuyan, Su Nianqun quickly took back the photo frame, turned around and threw it in the trash can.

Seeing his slightly angry brow, Sang Wuyan opened his mouth in surprise.

"Did I say something wrong?"