It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 9: Attempted to steal a kiss (2)

He notices and turns around.

"It's me," she said.

"It's okay, it's not raining much." He declined gently.

"I'm idle anyway, I'm idle." Continue to be cheeky.

So, the two stood under the privet tree, holding umbrellas. He doesn't like to talk very much, and she can't talk by herself, so she simply shuts up, so as not to be annoying.

Sang Wuyan also learned to close his eyes. Then, she heard the ding ding dong of raindrops on the umbrella, and the occasional sound of cars speeding by in the driveway.

That's how he feels about life? she thinks.

And...she suddenly smelled the scent of flowers. She opened her eyes and looked up, and found that under the cover of the green leaves of the privet tree, some fine flowers had opened first.

There are always a lot of privet trees planted on the sidewalk along the road in City A. Probably because of the climate, the privet trees here bloom earlier than other places, and the flowering period is also longer.

Small white flowers will bloom all over the street, and on rainy days, the fragrance is caught in the humid air, making it extraordinarily fresh.

It turns out that before you know it, spring has come.

"Ah, the privet is blooming." Sang Wuyan sighed.

"Private?" Su Nianqun asked, "Someone told me before that this tree is holly."

"Private and holly are not the same."

In order to prove what she said, she handed the umbrella to Su Nianqun, raised her head and walked around the tree, and finally found the shortest branch, and immediately jumped up and picked a leaf.

Because of this kind of vibration, the privet tree suddenly fell, and the rainwater accumulated on the leaves fell down, hitting Su Nianqun's umbrella and crackling, and naturally Sang Wuyan was also wet.

Sang Wuyan wiped the rain on his forehead and walked back under the umbrella. She took Su Nianqun's right hand and said, "The simplest thing is that the leaves are different, you can touch them."

She pointed his index finger to the edge of the leaf: "This one is smooth. Holly leaves are serrated on the edges."

"The aloe vera that day was also zig-zag," he said.

"Yes." Sang Wuyan nodded and smiled at Mimi, the studious child in front of him.

After a while, the Volvo that came to pick up Su Nianqun was parked on the side of the road.

On the way back, Yu Xiaolu glanced at Su Nianqun two or three times, and finally couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing holding a leaf all the time?"

"Nothing." Su Nianqun replied lightly, then opened the car window and let go.

The leaves of the privet tree flew out with the wind.

Psychology looks hot, but it's hard to find a job.

The family knew that Sang Wuyan had no hope of going online, so she started to ask her to go home without looking for a job, study for half a year and continue the postgraduate entrance examination.

Sang's mother said: "Four years ago, I asked you to go to such a far place to study. After graduation, you have to come back no matter what. If it's a big deal, come to your father's school and ask someone to review it for you." /

For this reason, Li Lulu ridiculed her a lot: "Dad is a professor, but it's different, and the fat and water don't flow to outsiders."

Li Lulu is also taking the postgraduate entrance examination, and the school she applied for is M Normal University in City B, where Dad Sang teaches. Psychology there is nationally known.

However, if she wanted to go back to City B, she had taken the entrance exam seriously last time, so why bother with so many weeks.

"I want to stay here, the radio job is not bad, I..." Sang Wuyan explained over the phone.

"No!" Before she could finish speaking, Sang's mother immediately rejected it.

This afternoon, after listening to the class, Sang Wuyan pulled the rattan chair out of the classroom, and Xiaowei suddenly stopped her bravely: "Mr. Sang."

"What's the matter?" Sang Wuyan bent down to look at her.

"Tomorrow Saturday, there will be activities in our yard. There will be many performances. I will also be on stage. The dean said that teachers can be invited to participate. I want to ask if you are free?" The shy image is not very similar, it can be seen that it must have been brewing in my heart for a long time before saying it.

Sang Wuyan thought that she was fine anyway, so she agreed with a smile.

"It's ten in the morning."

"No problem at all."

Xiaowei nodded contentedly, and did not forget to add: "I will wait for you at the door."

"Only me? Where is Mr. Li?"

"Mr. Li's child is sick and cannot come."

"Where's Mr. Su?"

"I didn't ask Mr. Su. I was afraid that Mr. Su was busy, and the dean said that he was asking for the head teacher. Mr. Li is the head teacher, and you are the deputy head teacher, but Mr. Su is not."

"Actually," Sang Wuyan thought about it, "Mr. Su is a teacher, and he is not busy at all. If you invite him, he will definitely be happy."

At this time, a group of boys rushed out of the classroom, bringing a gust of wind and noise.

"These boys are really annoying." Xiao Wei muttered. At her age, she hates the opposite sex.

"But Xiaowei likes Teacher Su very much."

"Of course, Mr. Su is different from them again."

Sang Wuyan thought, yes, even a ten-year-old girl knows the difference between a man and a boy.

"Does Xiaowei want Teacher Su to go?"

"Think!" Xiao Wei nodded, "But Mr. Su won't come to school today."

"That's easy, I'll call you." Sang Wuyan touched the phone.

"But...I don't know what to say."

"What you said to me just now is very good, just say it again to Teacher Su."

As soon as the phone was connected, Xiaowei repeated the words that she had memorized.

"Okay, I'll go." Su Nianqin said.

Sang Wuyan closed the phone secretly and secretly made fun, she really is a black-hearted queen, very evil.

Saturday? Not tomorrow.

(4)

Saturday, March 5th.

The weather forecast says: Cloudy with light rain.

The calendar reads: China Youth Volunteer Service Day, Lei Feng Memorial Day.

However, what is written on the almanac is: Nothing is right.

At 9:50, when Sang Wuyan arrived at the gate of the orphanage in advance, he saw that Su Nianqun was already there. Today, Xiao Wei dressed up beautifully, with a red mole on the center of her eyebrows.

Su Nianqun squatted on the ground and talked to her, as if listening to Xiaowei singing, he nodded slightly and concentrated. Hearing something wrong, he opened his mouth to correct her.

I didn't expect him to be a person who likes children very much, and that look makes people feel that he is very - very gentle.

Sang Wuyan raised his head and saw the slogan hanging at the gate: Warmly welcome the youth volunteers organized by the Youth League Municipal Committee to come to our hospital for condolences and performances. Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel dizzy. It turned out that there was such an incident. No wonder she had to find someone to join her.

They've all become extras.

The welfare home has two buildings, one for office activities and the other for the dormitory canteen, with a large open space in the middle.

The stage has now been set up in the open space, with rows of plastic stools for the audience. The first row is the VIP seat. The table is covered with a tablecloth, a tea cup is placed, and the names and positions of the occupants are also placed.

In the back are children and teachers from the welfare home, as well as "guests from all walks of life who care about and support welfare undertakings". Regardless of whether it is true or not, the dean said so.

She sits with Su Nianqin.

"What a coincidence." Sang Wuyan said.

"Really?" Su Nianqun was silent for a while, then asked back.

Sang Wuyan suddenly felt as if he had seen through it, so he blushed and lowered his head. After thinking about it again, he couldn't see why she avoided her expression.

Originally, before ten o'clock, the audience and actors were ready.

But it wasn't until 10:30 that the leaders arrived like the stars and the moon, followed by a group of reporters from newspapers and TV stations.

Then a secretary of the Youth League Municipal Committee came to the stage to give a speech.

"Comrades, young friends, children, Chairman Mao's inscription today in 1963: Learn from Comrade Lei Feng..."

The reporters in the audience kept taking pictures, and then the camera squatted in front of the leader to take close-ups.

Then, the leaders kindly distributed the stationery, sports equipment and other condolences to the representatives of the children in the orphanage.

Facing the camera and reporters, the leaders pinched the child's face, then hugged and took a group photo.

In this happy and peaceful atmosphere, some reporters took their children and did interviews.

Xiaowei just got rid of the reporter, holding a box of colored pens in her hand, and was led by a companion to the back, shouting: "Mr. Sang! Teacher Su!"

"We are here." Sang Wuyan waved.

The companions brought Xiao Wei to them.

"Wow, such a beautiful pen." Sang Wuyan teased her.

"They said I could draw with it."

Su Nianqin patted her head.

"Don't leave, I want to do a show. I've been practicing for a month, you must stay and watch."

Before the three of them said a word, Xiaowei was called away by the dean.

"This is Su Xiaowei." The dean said to the media reporter, "When she came to us, she was six years old. At that time, her biological parents took her to the third city hospital for treatment of pneumonia. Later, she was hospitalized because of her serious condition. Days later, the parents never showed up again. Those who were sent to us after that have been confirmed to be abandoned."

The dean said earnestly, and the reporters shook their heads and sighed.

But those people didn't notice the lost expression of the child in their arms.

The dean continued: "Although she is a child abandoned by her parents, she has lost her father's love and her mother's love. However, the warmth of our society has made her happy again. Now, Xiaowei is in the third grade. The blind class, here, look," the dean gestured to Sang Wuyan's direction, "that's her head teacher."

Everyone's camera and eyes moved to Sang Wuyan with a swipe, and some people even wanted to come and interview her.

Sang Wuyan was at a loss for a moment: "What should I do? They are all looking at me."

"You can just ignore it." Su Nianqin said.

"How do you ignore the Fa?" Sang Wuyan wanted to cry, but she didn't want to be in the limelight on TV or newspapers. Besides, if he was recognized as a fake teacher, it would be unbearable to think about.

Su Nianqun said solemnly: "Turn your head forward, don't look sideways, and think back to when you tossed me."

With a "chi", Sang Wuyan couldn't help laughing. This man is very careful, and he still remembers hating the child's father's affairs.

With such a smile, she really wasn't nervous, she just said a few random words to the person who came to interview, and let it go.

Turn their heads to look again, and the reporters' focus is on Xiao Wei again.

Xiaowei, like a little adult, said: "Thank you to everyone who cares about us and helps us. Although we don't have parents, this society is like a big warm family. Every aunt is like my mother. An uncle is like our father. They love us, so we always have a grateful heart, ready to grow up and give back to society.”

Sang Wuyan and Xiaowei said these words fluently in several breaths, just like she invited herself yesterday. It can be seen that it has been carefully prepared and has been recited many times.

This statement sounds reasonable and reasonable, but it always makes Sang Wuyan feel uncomfortable.

However, Su Nianqin's expression was very unhappy.

A few minutes later, the performance begins.

Originally, the entire performance was composed and performed by volunteers. But in order to let the children in the orphanage feel a sense of participation, the first program was for these children to perform the sign language song "Grateful Heart".

Xiaowei and a group of chubby children, led by their aunt, walked onto the stage, fixed their positions, and then started playing music.

Before the children's songs were sung, the leaders of the VIP seats quietly got up and drove away. The dean and vice dean of the welfare home also nodded and bowed.

Why did you leave? Sang Wuyan was puzzled and wanted to take a look, but the TV camera was framing the audience, and the camera swept to her side. Sang Wuyan hurriedly sat upright, watching the stage intently.

As soon as a few shots were done, the people from the two TV stations discussed a few words and left together with some reporters.

Sang Wuyan was dumbfounded, this show has just started.

"Why are you all gone?" Sang Wuyan murmured.

Su Nianqin has an expression that he has known for a long time.

Before the announcement of the second program, another vice president stepped in and said: "The leaders had an important meeting elsewhere, so they left the stage first. Let us send the leaders off with warm applause." , the vice president took the lead in applauding.

Actually, the leader's car has long since left, so how can I still hear this applause.

Su Nianqun's face was gloomy, and he didn't mean to applaud at all.

Sang Wuyan didn't exist, and she suddenly felt that even the bright red slogans hanging on the stage background were a little dazzling.

Amid this burst of enthusiastic applause, she remembered what Su Nianqun said last time when she discussed Xiaowei's issue.

He said, "You don't understand."

Yes. They, even Sang Wuyan himself, didn't understand what these children really needed. In other words, it's not that I don't understand it, but I have never wanted to understand it.

At the end of the event, there were a few late reporters who didn't take pictures, so under the guidance of the staff, they found a few volunteers and a few orphans to interview.

Among them, there is Xiaowei.

During the interview, the reporter repeated the sensitive words "abandoned, orphaned, disabled" in front of the children. Hearing these words, some children have calmed down, and some children still show some sadness that does not match their age.

Afterwards, Xiaowei recited the long words just now to different interview machines several times, becoming more fluent. Sang Wuyan vaguely understood why it made him uncomfortable.

Before leaving, Xiaowei reluctantly walked to the door to see them off.

"It's so early, let's arrange something." Sang Wuyan said the real purpose of today's event.

"Not interested." Su Nianqin said.

"Su Nianqun, you should thank me. If it wasn't for me, maybe someone would come to interview you. I bought two tickets for the opposite amusement park, let's go together, it's a pity not to go."

Xiao Wei pulled the corner of Su Nian's clothes: "Mr. Su, you promise to Mr. Sang. Originally, Mr. Sang said to take me there, but my aunt didn't agree. Now you can take her there. Mr. Sang, she You are good to me in normal times, and you are also good to me, so you should be good to Teacher Sang too.”

Sang Wuyan glanced at Xiao Wei gratefully, this child doesn't hurt her in vain at ordinary times, it's really interesting at critical times.

Sang Wuyan hurriedly echoed: "I bought all the tickets, wouldn't it be too wasteful not to go. Really, I sincerely invite you."

"I don't like exciting things."

"There are also some that are not exciting."

Such as a Ferris wheel.

No matter how stubborn a man is, he can only compromise in front of a stubborn woman.

This is Cheng Yin's quotation. Sang Wuyan tried a small knife, and it really did.

The two of them sat in the Ferris wheel, facing each other. The round glass box is lifted away from the ground little by little.

At this time, it rained in the sky, and the raindrops fell on the glass and poured down.

The entire city is shrouded in smoke.

Sang Wuyan suddenly thought of a song by Su Nianqun.

"The city is weak, the rain is clear and the capital is clear." It's like a joke from the Song Dynasty.

Invisible people can also write such beautiful scenery. Maybe imagination is more romantic than what I see, Sang Wuyan pondered.

Su Nianqin seemed to be completely lost in a kind of self-contemplation and never said a word. He sat in the seat with his back straight. His eyes seemed to be able to see, and his eyes fell on the distant view of the city behind Sang Wuyan.

Sang Wuyan looked at him carefully.

Probably doesn't spend much time outdoors, her skin is delicate and pale, and her eyelashes are very long, which makes Sang Wuyan worried that if he is not blind, the eyelashes will block his vision. Those unfocused eyes were very beautiful, with a deep black like ink. Sang Wuyan was a little glad that he was blind, because he was able to stare at him so recklessly.

His lips were still pressed tightly together, looking indifferent. The lips are very thin, and the lip color is also very light, like a tender red like a baby.

Suddenly, a strange thought occurred to her.

Want to kiss him.

She was also taken aback by her own bold and peculiar idea. But it's definitely an opportunity. Maybe she could simulate it, she thought, since no one saw it anyway.

She gently stretched her head out, approaching his face little by little, holding her breath, for fear that he would be exposed as soon as he noticed his breath.

She stopped when their faces were still two inches apart, she couldn't get any closer, the blind person's other senses are very keen.

She closed her eyes for a while. Not being able to get his kisses, it's good to simulate like this, she's convincing herself.

"This kind of thing seems to be initiated by men." Su Nianqun spoke suddenly, the warm breath hit Sang Wuyan's face, she screamed in fright, and hurriedly fell back to her seat.

A series of movements shook the entire carriage.

"You..." Sang Wuyan, like a thief caught on the spot, blushed like a big tomato, "How can you see it?"

"Miss Sang, did I say I'm blind?"