Chapter 133

Song Fei's eyes turned and searched his mind for the distant vague memory. After a moment, Song Fei said, "is it the love letter written as formal as the composition and using a lot of Lei Ren parallelism sentences?"

Yan Jiang looked at her bitterly and asked in a low voice, "is it very thunder?"

Song Fei's expression was indescribable. He opened his mouth and recited a paragraph: "ah! Song Fei, you are just like the flower of kaolin. You can only look at it from a distance, and you can't play with it! Ah, Song Fei, you are like a star in the sky, lighting up my dark inner light! Ah! Song Fei's classmate... "

Song Fei recited the fragments of the love letter vividly. Yan Jiang felt ashamed and blushed to bleed.

When he wrote the love letter, he was just 18 years old. He was a science student, and his worst skill was writing articles. He thought about the love letter for two days. He thought it was very touching, but Song Fei said it was shocking!

Yan Jiang's heart is broken into glass slag.

"So you like me." Song Fei came to this conclusion.

Yan Jiang nodded, "yes, I like you."

Song Fei gives him a playful look. She suddenly leans towards Yan Jiang. Her nose is almost close to Yan Jiang's. Yan Jiang dare not move. He sees Song Fei's long eyelashes tremble, and his heart trembles.

Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang and asked him, "I was only 14 years old at that time, and I was still a minor. Yan Jiang, are you abnormal? "

A perverted hat was put on his head, and Yanjiang was even more embarrassed. Song Fei suddenly leaned back and said, "OK, I know you like me. It's over. I'll sleep."

You don't want to wait, Yan Jiang? How do you feel about me Yan Jiang is stubborn to wait for an answer.

He heard Song Fei say, "it's the feeling of a brother."

Yan Jiang is struck by thunder!

Never thought, I want to get along with you, but you treat me as a brother. He is very decadent, heart death into ashes, heart pain is not good, but do not know who to look for.

Even if Song Fei only regards himself as a brother, Yan Jiang still wants to stay with her. He was like a rascal, sitting on the edge of the bed and refused to leave. Song Fei did not drive him away, so he closed his eyes and looked like he would not sleep.

"Did song song know you were awake?" They can't talk about love, they can only talk about song porcelain.

Song Fei replied lazily, "not yet."

"I'll tell her now."

Song Fei said, "don't worry. I'll tell her when she comes back."

Yan Jiang asked Song Fei, "why don't you tell her now? You don't know how much she wants you to wake up. If she knows you wake up, song song will be very happy

Song Fei: "I want to give her a surprise. Do you understand the surprise?"

Yan Jiang just closed his mouth.

He found a quilt and spread it on the wooden floor next to the bay window. The weather is cool. I don't need to turn on the air conditioner at night. I have to cover a thin quilt. Yan Jiang turned off the light in the room and lay down without saying a word. He didn't hear song Fei drive him away. He was finally at ease.

Yan Jiang opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling, the mood is never relaxed.

Song Fei wakes up.

His song Fei wakes up.

That's great.

Suddenly, Song Fei's voice rang out in the room: "are you still afraid of the dark?"

Yan Jiang was stunned.

Song Fei suddenly turned on a wall lamp, "if you are afraid of the dark, turn on the light to sleep. No one will laugh at you." Song Fei turns over and lies on his side, facing Yan Jiang's room with his eyes closed.

With the light of the dim wall lamp, Yan Jiang can see Song Fei's appearance. After closing his eyes, he has no sense of being wild when he is awake. Instead, he has a feeling of being petite and lovable.

Looking at Song Fei, Yan Jiang feels at ease.

He couldn't help but think of his childhood, when his grandmother had just passed away. When the sun set in the evening, he began to be anxious and flustered. Night for Yan Jiang, is a monster with countless claws. As long as he closes his eyes, those monsters will trap him.

His room is only one wall away from Song Fei's room. At that time, the sound insulation effect of the old community was not good. Knowing that he was afraid of night, Song Fei next door would always make some noise. In the long night, from time to time from Song Fei's room came the news, always let Yanjiang find courage.

Just a brother?

If you don't have the rhythm, you don't want to be intimate.

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the hot Search about Yan Jiang and Song Fei was quickly suppressed. When song porcelain woke up, there was no hot search on the microblog. Song porcelain also missed the first time to learn that Song Fei woke up.

Han Zhan stayed in Shenyang for three days. On the fourth day, he woke up song porcelain early in the morning and said, "get up. I won't work today. I'll take you to play."

Song Zhan threw away her pajamas and took off her clothes. Find Han Zhan put a thin sweater into the backpack, song porcelain feel strange, she asked Han Zhan: "where are we going?""Changbai Mountain."

"Yo Ho, travel!" Song porcelain is busy getting dressed, carrying a bag and Han Zhan to go on a journey.

Han Zhan had already made preparations and applied for route approval in advance. They arrived at Changbaishan airport by private plane, and then chartered a car to Songjianghe town. In addition to Song Ci and Han Zhan, song Shiqing and Xiong Jian, as well as a competent subordinate of the Northern War, were on this trip, a total of five people.

The day was no longer suitable for mountain climbing. They stayed in a local hot spring resort hotel. After dinner, Han Zhan accompanied song porcelain for a walk, and then went to the outdoor swimming pool to swim.

Song porcelain felt the water temperature. It was a little cool. At the end of September, the temperature at the foot of the mountain at night was only six or seven degrees. She said, "it's cold. Are you sure you want to swim?" Staring at Han Zhan's vigorous and strong body, song porcelain wants to persuade him not to torture himself so much. An old bone can't stand the toss.

Han Zhan is a little full tonight. He is afraid of getting fat. He has to swim a few times to be at ease.

Understanding song porcelain's expression of hesitation into concern, Han Zhan told her: "I also swim in cold water in winter. My grandfather has to swim three times a week, rain or rain, and seasons."

Song porcelain had a deeper worship for the emperor. "My grandfather is a bull." Taking his hand out of the water, song porcelain stood on the bank, closed his shawl and said, "you swim, I'd better go to the hot spring."

Wen Yan, Han Zhan and some heart. He would like to have a hot spring with Song Ci, but...

no one can hinder him from keeping fit and keeping a good figure, neither can Song Ci! "Can you wait for me for half an hour? When you're finished, go swimming with me. "

Han Zhan used the tone of discussion. Song porcelain didn't listen.

Song porcelain agreed.

So Han Zhan was swimming in the swimming pool, and song porcelain sat on the side reading a book called "ordinary world" recommended by Han Zhan, which happened to be available in this hotel. When Han Zhan had a swim, they went to the hot spring together.

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