I didn't even get a chance to express my love, and I didn't dare to write my name when I made a wish.

Jiang Qian replied with a big question mark.

Zhou Ji only sent one sentence: [Love is... possessiveness, exclusivity. ]

It is equivalent to a declaration of love.

Jiang Qian's first reaction was, could it be Hao Qiang?

But she felt like she had seen that font somewhere.

At sunset, the students ended their day's classes and had fun on the playground.

Jiang Qian looked at them with memories in his eyes.

Her school days were nothing earth-shattering and she was always on track, but at the age of seventeen or eighteen, she was infinitely enviable.

Jiang's mother called and urged them to go home for dinner.

For a moment, Jiang Qian looked at the man next to him and really felt like they were in a serious relationship.

When Shiyan returned to his alma mater, he seemed to be a lot gentler.

But after coming out of his alma mater, everything returned to reality, and he still looked the same as before.

Jiang Qian took the initiative to talk about the "exclusive" message, "Could it be Hao Qiang?"

Shi Yan glanced at her lightly, "You have never forgotten him, you can think of him all the time."

Jiang Qian wrinkled his nose lightly, "Isn't this reasonable suspicion?"

Hao Qiang recently said that he had a crush on her when he was a student, so naturally she thought of him first.

On the way back, Shi Yan saw a walnut vendor selling walnuts on the roadside and bought a bag, saying it would help her brain.

Jiang Qian pursed his lips: "You are so sure it's not him, could it be..."

Shiyan's hand holding the bag tightened slightly.

Shi Yan: "Could it be that... you know who this person is?"

Shi Yan's eyes were deep and he ignored her.

Jiang Qian felt that the four words moodiness were tailor-made for him.

At night, when sleeping.

Jiang Qian was lying on her bed, and the sharp brush strokes appeared in her mind again. She always felt that she had seen them somewhere.

Shi Yan stayed in the guest room, and Jiang Qian could roll around freely on his bed.

After a while, she remembered her classmates from high school.

There might be some clues there.

She got up and rummaged around.

When Shi Yan came in, he saw her stepping on the chair, tiptoeing, trying to find something.

"What are you looking for?"

Jiang Qian steadied himself and took down a small box from above: "Record of high school classmates."

"Here it is." She pulled out the thick classmate book with the words "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams" written on it. "I think that word may have been written by a classmate of our class."

She opened it.

Search page by page.

Shi Yan pulled up a chair, sat next to it, and watched her turn.

Only the last two are left.

Jiang Qian turned to the end——

No.

She frowned.

Shi Yan asked her calmly: "Found it?"

Jiang Qian flipped through it again, but still nothing.

She began to wonder if she was thinking too much.

Shi Yan's deep eyes glanced at the classmates she had put aside.

There's nothing of him in it.

He didn't come on the day she distributed the school records.

"Go back." Jiang Qian came back from the bathroom and saw that he was still there.

Shi Yan: "Recognize the bed."

Jiang Qian nodded, "Just hold on, we'll go back after lunch tomorrow."

Shi Yan was lying on her bed. He couldn't sleep in a strange bed, so he had to have familiar things around him.

Jiang Yan has never seen a grown man be so pretentious.

"Then remember to go out before my parents wake up tomorrow." Jiang Qian said.

Shi Yan reminded her: "We are boyfriend and girlfriend."

Jiang Qian frowned: "Boyfriends and boyfriends are not husband and wife, so they still have to avoid suspicion."

Of course, there may be no such thing as avoiding suspicion in his mind.

"Are you hinting at me?" He looked sideways at her.

Jiang Qian denied: "It's okay, I didn't want to marry you."

How could she marry a man with such a messy private life? He might be cuckolding her one day. The layers of cuckolds stacked up on top of each other might be as high as the pyramid.

Shi Yan closed his eyes and said no more.

But the hand that was holding her waist loosened up.

Jiang Qian wasn't used to the way the two of them hugged each other while sleeping. It was too intimate.

Early next morning.

Father Jiang got up very early, at dawn.

He went to Shiyan's room first, wanting to care about him not sleeping well.

As a result, no one was seen in Shiyan's room.

He paused, and Father Jiang, who was supposed to go for a walk, sat in the living room.

If there is any movement in any room, he can hear it immediately.

Shiyan came out of Jiang Qian's room at six forty.

He was about to yawn when he met Father Jiang's scrutinizing gaze.

Time is tired of a slight pause.

"When you're young, come and go out with me for a walk." Father Jiang stood up, "The air in the morning is good, and people can wake up easily."

Shi Yan: "Okay."

Father Jiang walked in front, and Shi Yan followed.

——

An hour later, Jiang Qian woke up.

Seeing that Shi Yan had left, she brushed her teeth and washed herself without thinking too much.

Mother Jiang's breakfast had been prepared and she was calling her.

Jiang Yan still had toothpaste bubbles in his mouth and replied vaguely: "Right away."

She heard Jiang's mother chattering outside: "Your father and I didn't even come home after taking a walk. We've already eaten, and the rice got cold as soon as it was taken out of the pot."

Jiang Yan didn't quite understand. The temperature was now neither too cold nor too hot, so what did it matter if it was cooler, but she definitely didn't dare to say this in front of Jiang's mother.

The Empress Dowager is particularly fierce when it comes to training people.

Jiang Yan washed his face and came out, just as Shi Yan and Jiang's father came back.

The two of them were inevitably scolded by Mother Jiang.

Jiang's mother really regarded Shi Yan as her future son-in-law, and she didn't say anything out of the ordinary.

Jiang's father reconciled with a smile.

Shi Yan didn't say anything.

Jiang Yan didn't want Shi Yan to show a cold face and make his mother look bad, so he stepped forward and held Shi Yan's arm: "You haven't washed up yet, go and wash up first."

Shi Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Okay."
To be continued...