"Xuantong, is what is said on this forum true?"
"Who is that man? You won't really return your family to your family, will you?"
"Oh, no way, our cool school beauty really likes a man. Whose man is this? He is so lucky!"
From the side, the chirping voice of her roommate came, and Qing Xuantong looked back and glared.
Immediately, she sighed: "What a blessing, I don't even want to pay for it now!"
Thinking about Lin Qiyue, thinking about Jiang Yan, Qing Xuantong couldn't help but feel angry.
Why, they all confessed, but he didn't.
It was obvious that he met Xiao Yang first!
The best friends and sisters on the side were all stunned when they heard Qing Xuantong's words.
Is there still a man in this world that Qing Xuantong clings to that no one else wants?
Damn it, this is even rarer than a panda!
Qing Xuantong couldn't help but sulked, went back to her bed, and put on her headphones.
The sound came, it was "Sunny Day" by Xiao Yang.
The voice is still so gentle.
The lights were turned off, the dormitory became quiet, and the surroundings were full of darkness. It was still as if Xiao Yang was whispering in his ear and singing to himself with emotion.
She has insomnia.
Qing Xuantong felt that as long as she closed her eyes, she could feel Xiao Yang's figure looming next to her.
"Obviously I was the one who met Xiao Yang first!" Qing Xuantong bit her lip, feeling sour in her heart.
Some memories gradually emerged in my mind.
That was one night when I was a sophomore in high school.
She was stopped by a group of drunken social youths.
Just then, a figure appeared.
The hero saves the beauty, a very clichéd storyline, but it will always be remembered in her memory.
At that time, Xiao Yang was not as handsome as he is now, but his character was still as cool as the hot, brave and decisive.
Some drunk social youths and a second-grade high school student, Qing Xuantong herself didn't know what courage Xiao Yang had to rush forward.
The lights were very dark that night, and Xiao Yang beat several people by himself.
In the end, he was stopped by Xiao Yang and he let himself go first.
The next day, Xiao Yang didn't come to class.
Two weeks later, he was limping and his head was bandaged with a thick layer of gauze.
He didn't seem to know that he was rescuing the beauty of his class, the school's beauty, and he didn't publicize it everywhere, so that everyone thought he was a person who liked to fight.
In fact, at that time, Xiao Yang's figure was already engraved in Qing Xuantong's heart.
Later, the school held a party and said they would select the top ten singers.
Lu Xing ran over and told him that Xiao Yang liked him and wanted to sing to him at the party to express his love...
However, Qing Xuantong refused at that time. She felt that high school should still focus on study.
Later... there was no later time.
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In fact, Qing Xuantong still misses Xiao Yang in her heart, just because of the reserve of a girl.
She always thought that she had almost forgotten Xiao Yang, until she saw Xiao Yang in her restaurant that day, and the hazy feelings in her heart suddenly became clear.
"There is still a chance!" Qing Xuantong opened Xiao Yang's WeChat, thought for a while, typed a few words, but deleted them again.
"He should be sleeping..."
Qing Xuantong murmured, but couldn't fall asleep...
And this time, on the other side.
In a room decorated in pink, a girl with an exquisite face bit her lip and looked at the photos on her phone.
The background of the photo is a little dark, but it's still clear.
The girl looked at the boy resting on her shoulder mischievously, her red lips approaching.
In the next picture, the lips touch lightly.
The girl's face is slightly red, creating a unique beauty in the dim light and shadow.
"Xiao Yang, I miss you so much!"
Jiang Yan murmured foolishly.
She opened the address book on her mobile phone and wanted to make a call, but the signal at the top of the mobile phone screen told her that there was no signal here, let alone making a call, or even surfing the Internet.
Yes, she is grounded.
Not only that, but the internet was disconnected.
After randomly playing a few times on the piano in front of her, the girl felt a little unhappy.
"Xiaoyan!"
A middle-aged woman walked in.
"Mom!" Jiang Yan quickly put away her phone.
"Xiaoyan, don't blame your parents, this is all for your own good." Mother Jiang held Jiang Yan's head and said softly.
Jiang Yan just stayed blank for a while, then forced out a smile.
"Mom also knows that asking you to marry into the Fang family is embarrassment for you, but Fang Jingyang is well-known in the circle and can be considered a talented person. This couple is used to getting along with each other. Your father and I came here the same way.
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"Haha~" Jiang Yan just laughed, her smile a little bleak.
"Mom, don't think that I don't know anything. The company has a problem and needs the help of the Fang family, so I want to get married."
"What kind of talent? Don't I know who Fang Jingyang is?" Jiang Yan smiled contemptuously, but her voice was very calm.
Jiang's mother was a little embarrassed, but she still smiled and said: "You can't control this man's love affairs outside. As long as he has you in his heart, it's fine. As a young man, when he matures, these problems won't exist."
"So?" Jiang Yan's face darkened.
"I really want to ask you, are you my biological mother?" Jiang Yan asked.
"I..." Mother Jiang frowned, her face changed, and she said sternly: "Xiaoyan, do you really think that the love in TV series and novels is true?"
"Love is nothing more than a sentimental depiction of human beings."
"Since ancient times, we have always paid attention to a well-matched family. Do you think that poor boy Xiao Yang can give you anything?"
Jiang Yan was stunned and said with a hint of anger: "Are you checking Xiao Yang?"
Jiang's mother did not answer the question and continued: "For a child from a working class family, it doesn't matter if the family is poor, and there is a father who is seriously ill in bed. In such a family, even if you two are together for so-called love, then
Woolen cloth?"
"Jiang Yan, have you ever thought about what kind of life you are living now?"
"When clothes come, I stretch out my hands, when I come to eat, I open my mouth. A life of fine clothes and good food."
"What if you get together with that poor boy and help him take care of his father who is seriously ill in bed?"
"The first thing you do when you get up every day is worry about what to eat today. You will worry about hundreds or even dozens of dollars..."
"You think you would rather live like that for so-called love."
"But you know, when wrinkles slowly creep up on your face and when you can only put some low-quality cosmetics on your dressing table, you will think of your current life."
"But by then it's too late for you to regret it. You are already a yellow-faced woman who no one loves."
"Xiaoyan, do you think your current life is so easy to come by? Your dad and I have worked hard from scratch until now. We can't lose it all, and we can't go back to that ten or twenty square meter container..."
"You haven't experienced this, maybe you won't understand, but mom doesn't want you to experience this. Marry into the Fang family and continue to be your little princess. None of this will change. Do you understand?"
Mother Jiang's long speech made her burst into tears.
Jiang Yan fell silent.
She knew how difficult it was for her parents to work hard for everything they have now.
Yes, just like she said, she doesn't want to go back to that container of ten or twenty square meters.
"Mom, please, for the sake of our Jiang family and for yourself, marry well into the Fang family!" Mother Jiang let out a long breath and exited the room.
Jiang Yan lowered her head, feeling a little tired.
"Xiao Yu and Lin Yan have you as their savior to help, but what about us..."
"Xiao Yang, where is our savior~" Jiang Yan looked at Xiao Yang's photo in trance.
The long night, the white moon hangs high.
Another sleepless night.
Chapter completed!