Good news! The host was loved by the Lord God at first sight

Jiang Wan nodded.

Sang Yu immediately grabbed the person and ran away.

The wind whistled past my ears and the air seemed to vibrate.

Jiang Wan tilted his head and moved his gaze from the clasped hands to the man's face.

His profile is very handsome, with clear contours, but the other half of his face is not clear due to the lighting.

She promised Xiaoxing to complete the task just for those three wishes, so she didn't care.

But when she knew that the person she wanted to capture was him, she would become suspicious and feel inferior.

But he would comfort her gently and soothe all her anxieties.

The heart that has always been wandering seems to have finally found its home at this moment.

"Where are we going?"

"Run to the end of the sky, there is a fragrant hill!"

.

The school has a rooftop that has been idle for a long time.

Sang Yu brought Jiang Wan here.

“This is the place farthest from the school and closest to the outside world.”

The young man smiled at her, forming a beautiful picture in the sunlight.

Although it is an idle rooftop, it is decorated very elegantly.

Well-cut potted plants, simple and fresh tables and chairs, and exquisite cups.

You can tell that a lot of thought went into it.

Jiang Wan suddenly felt blessed and asked softly, "Did you arrange this?"

Sang Yu admitted frankly, "It's me."

This place was indeed idle for a period of time, and later the school also intended to reuse it.

At that time, this place had already been discovered and occupied by Sang Yu.

He went to see the school leaders and forced them to change their decision.

What a joke! The Sang family donated several buildings to the school. How could they not give the prince a rooftop if he wanted one?

In fact, the whole school assumes that this place belongs exclusively to Sang Yu.

Normally, no one would be so ignorant as to disturb him.

Sang Yu pulled out the chair like a gentleman.

"Sit down, sweet boy."

"!"

Jiang Wan only felt ashamed at this moment, and her cheeks turned red.

Good boy...

That sounds so shameful.

"Don't call me that."

The voice is so fierce.

Seeing that someone was getting angry, Sang Yu stopped teasing her.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. How about I call you Wanwan?"

Jiang Wan said "hmm" and sat down.

The boy who was supposed to be sitting on the other side of the table suddenly approached and said, "Then what shall we do..."

After a pause, he made up his mind and asked, "Are you together?"

Jiang Wan looked at his serious expression and chuckled.

He asked back, "Weren't we together for ten minutes? Ten minutes ago."

Successfully seeing the expression of surprise on his face, Jiang Wan's smile grew even brighter.

"Want a hug?"

"My boyfriend."

Her answer was a passionate hug.

Jiang Wan likes hugging more than anything else. Their two bodies are pressed together, their breaths blending together, and they can hear each other's heartbeats like drums.

When you hug someone you don’t like, your heart won’t beat, and you won’t be able to hear the other person’s heartbeat.

She could hear Sang Yu's heart beating very fast.

After a long time, Sang Yu let her go.

The two sat down holding hands and snuggled together.

The words "good boy" rolled around in his throat again and again, but he finally swallowed them.

It would be bad if the little girl really got angry.

"Will Wanwan perform at the party on the school anniversary?"

"Ah."

Jiang Wan was not surprised that he knew that Mr. Sang had called and said he would come to see her on the school anniversary.

It’s not surprising that Sang Yu would know.

Jiang Wan's fingers are very beautiful, slender and long, with pink and tender nails.

Sang Yu played with her hands and felt his throat itchy. He wanted to hold it in his mouth and bite it gently.

He asked, "Have you thought about what you want to perform?"

"Sing a hymn."

"Which poem?"

"Bin Feng: July."

He asked a question and the girl answered it.

Too well-behaved.

Sang Yu couldn't help but pinch her face.

"Sing it to me, please?"

At this moment Jiang Wan was still feeling guilty for making him cry, so he naturally agreed to his request.

"it is good."

Having said that, she stood up.

There happened to be a copy of The Book of Songs on the shelf next to him, so Jiang Wan picked it up.

There are many annotations in the book, and the handwriting is beautiful, vigorous and powerful, as agile as a dragon.

It is obvious who wrote it.

Jiang Wan turned the book to that page.

It’s not that I didn’t remember it, it’s just that I’m used to holding a book in my hands.

It always feels a bit weird to just stand and sing.

"I'm starting."

Jiang Wan said something, and then a melodious female voice was heard, like the roar of a dragon and the wailing of a phoenix, very pleasant to hear.

She sang, "In July, the scorching heat is raging; in September, clothes are given out. On the first day, the hair grows; on the second day, the chills are blazing..."

"In July, the scorching heat is flowing; in September, clothes are given out. In spring, the sun is shining, and orioles are singing..."

After the song ended, Sang Yu couldn't help but applaud.

He knew that the girl he liked was the best girl in the world.

“You sang very well.”

"We are very good at night."

As the grandson of a national master, he has been with the old man since he was a child, and naturally has been influenced a lot by him.

"Chu Ci" is a piece of music processed by writers on the basis of folk songs, while most of the ancient Chinese poems were mainly chanted in ancient times.

But now, it has been lost for a long time.

"Grandpa has been working hard on this for a long time, almost his entire life. If he knew you could chant, he would have come to find you right away."

But by then, the time I spend alone with the little girl would probably be reduced.

But he was happy for the little girl that she could go further and to bigger places.

Sang Yu brewed some tea, poured a cup and handed it to Jiang Wan.

After Jiang Wan took it, he held her in his arms again.

Jiang Wan was also happy to enjoy it. She leaned obediently in his arms and drank tea in small sips.

Sang Yu is proficient in various skills, and making tea is naturally no problem for him.

The brewed tea is cooked to perfect temperature. The tea leaves are extremely valuable and hard to find on the market. It tastes slightly bitter at first, but has a sweet aftertaste, just like drinking Zen-erh tea.

Jiang Wan was drinking tea and suddenly laughed.

She raised her head, her hair brushing against Sang Yu's chin, looked into his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Do you think this counts as a marriage?"

"A moment of leisure for a while?"

"Of course it counts."

Sang Yu also laughed and hugged her tightly.