I Love You Every Time You Play

【01】

Ning Hao observed that Jiang Youyu would buy desserts when he was down, but he didn't know why—in fact, it had something to do with her.

That was when Jiang Youyu was in the second year of high school. She was trained by Jiang's father for an afternoon because she took the second grade exam. She lowered her eyelashes and stood silently in front of Jiang's father, feeling the authority and anger from her father, and listening to the other party telling her disappointment over and over again, she only felt that the sky outside was getting darker and darker, as if it were black clouds. Depression and suffocation before crushing the city.

At the end of the training, everything that should be said was said. Father Jiang saw that she had a good attitude, patted her on the shoulder, and said in a calm voice: "You also know that Jiang Jiang is still young. Strictly discipline her. As for you, I have great expectations of you. The Jiang family's enterprise will eventually be taken care of by you. I hope you will not let me down."

At that time, Jiang Youyu was seventeen years old and he was not an adult.

"I understand." This was the only sentence Jiang Youyu said that afternoon.

She walked out of the study, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window where the building fell, thinking that it might rain tonight.

The phone in his pocket vibrated.

She took it out and saw that Ning Hao called. She didn't want to talk very much now, and didn't want to face Ninghao. As always, she hated this ignorant and fearless little fat man, so she hung up the phone neatly.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Pangdun would call her persistently, with an aura of going on without a connection.

Jiang Youyu was annoying, frowned and pulled this number into the blacklist.

The world calmed down.

But she was even more irritable, her brows were deeply twisted together, and her eyes were dark, as if to drip with rich ink.

In the evening, the aunt made a meal. Jiang's mother went to a dance party with other ladies. Jiang's father just left to deal with the company's affairs. Jiang Jiang didn't know where to go to the wild. Only Jiang Youyu was sitting at the table with a look. Chewing the food coldly.

Suddenly a white light flashed in the aftermath.

Jiang Youyu raised his head and heard the thunder that followed the light. After a while, everything in the world was shrouded in fog and rain. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights in the distance were all blurred by the continuous rain. The aperture is like the starry moon night painted by Van Gogh.

There is a kind of hazy beauty.

Jiang Youyu watched without saying a word, and suddenly heard the doorbell.

Auntie went to open the door, and before she asked her aloud, a clear and lively voice rang in her ear: "I'm looking for Sister Jiang."

She frowned again, lifted her eyelids and looked over. Every pore was exuding chill.

Auntie also knew Ninghao, but at this moment she exclaimed a little.

Ning Hao, who fell in Jiang Youyu’s gaze, was drenched, and her hair was wet and twisted into strands. The light blue skirt outside was stuck to her skin, revealing a little pink on her chest. She seemed cold and her calves were straight. She trembled, but she still smiled at Jiang Youyu, the raindrops on her eyelashes fell and slid down her cheeks like tears.

Jiang Youyu stood up, walked towards her, and asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

Ninghao took out a white bag from behind and opened it to show her the contents: "I passed a dessert shop on my way to find you. I thought I could not come empty-handed, so I just bought something." Jiang Nai learned that Jiang Youyu had passed the second grade exam. Combining with Jiang's father’s consistent attitude and educational philosophy, it is not difficult to think that she was being mentored. So she waited until the evening to call and found out that she could not get through. Sister Yu must be unhappy, so she hurried over to stay with her.

Jiang Youyu glanced at the quite tempting dessert, and a second thunder sounded in his ears. He didn't make any expressions, but he didn't say anything to drive her away.

Although Jiang Youyu at the moment looked uncomfortable and cold, she was really messed up, so that she didn't realize why a soaked body would rather protect desserts so well.

This is a rather harmless and careful machine.

Ning Hao watched that she didn't speak, suddenly sneezed, held her arm, and asked, "Sister Yu, I'm so cold."

Jiang Youyu then reacted, let her come in sideways, turned her head to let her aunt find suitable clothes, and waited aside with her arms folded until Ninghao took a shower, changed her clothes and dried her hair, then said lightly: "Nothing. Just go back."

She didn't want to show her fragile side, especially let Ning Hao see it.

Ning Hao originally wanted to stay here, but when she saw Jiang Youyu’s dark eyes, she suddenly felt that maybe at this time Sister Jiang wanted to be alone and didn’t want to be disturbed. If she sticks it on like a dog skin plaster like usual, May be disgusted. Xiao Ninghao didn't think deeply about why, but instinctively told her that it was best to leave at this moment.

So she stopped talking any more, but put the dessert on the table, said a few homely things with a hippie smile, and left again.

Only Jiang Youyu and Auntie were left in the house.

Looking at the living room that had returned to death again, Jiang Youyu fell into a trance for a moment, wondering if anyone had actually been there just now, but the next second she smelled the damp smell in the air and saw the white on the dining table. bag.

She walked over, slid down the bag, revealing the soft and fragrant dessert inside, and placed her hand on the bag. For one second, two seconds, three seconds, she was driven by an inexplicable force and picked up one of them. Slowly into the mouth.

Surprisingly, the taste is not bad.

Later, whenever Jiang Youyu thought of this scene, the tip of his tongue seemed to float up again, and even the resentment that remained after being reprimanded by Jiang's father dissipated a little.

Therefore, Jiang Youyu buys some desserts every time she feels down, and she doesn't even know why.

【02】

Jiang Youyu found that his home was getting more and more crowded.

Ninghao had some restraint when they just moved in. Now that the two of them spread out and talked about it, Ninghao has become more and more unscrupulous and began to buy more objects and some potted plants at home.

Although messy and not messy, it still has a certain sense of beauty, but it is very different from Jiang Youyu's simple and atmospheric ideas.

So, on a certain day, Jiang Youyu was holding a coffee while watching Ning Hao humming a song to clean up their bedroom, and said lightly: "Is there too much stuff at home?"

Ning Hao was fiddling with the photo of the two at the head of the bed, thinking about which angle was the most reasonable, and said without looking back: "Not much, besides, there is still a locked room, there is still space inside. ."

After speaking, Ninghao's brain caught up with his mouth and realized what nonsense he had just said.

The atmosphere that permeated between the two became a little subtle for a while.

Ning Hao turned around, avoiding Jiang Youyu's gaze, and opened her mouth to say something to save the situation. When Jiang Youyu turned around and walked out, she panicked, and hurriedly followed up with Jiang Youyu who wanted to use aegyo to pass the test. Putting down the coffee, took out the key from the study, opened the locked door, and said, "The space is quite large."

Ning Hao:? ? ? ! ! !

The room that had been locked forever was opened like this. The three walls with extremely visual impact inside, and the paintings piled up in the corners and scattered on the ground, appeared in front of her grandiosely. She didn't know what kind of expression she should use for a while. Come face it.

She thought that Jiang Youyu would be locked up forever, or someday would destroy everything inside while she was away, but at this moment Jiang Youyu just looked calmly and said to her: "If you paint too much, you can clean it up. Put a lot of things."

Ninghao is still in a state of ignorance.

Jiang Youyu stepped forward and touched her face, awakened her from consternation, and said, "Do you have anything else to buy?"

Ning Hao recovered and hugged Jiang Youyu, dangling around her like a pendant. She held Ninghao's waist helplessly, fearing that she would dangle her.

Ning Hao: "Ayu, you are so kind. You must be so fascinated by me that you are willing to vacate this room to put my things. I said you will fall in love with me. in."

Jiang Youyu: "..."

brazen.

Ning Hao stood on tiptoe, quickly pecked her lips, wrapped her arms around her, her eyes were bright like the sunlight of June summer: "I love you the most, there is Sister Yu."

Jiang Youyu clasped Ning Hao's head, not letting her leave her for a moment, kissed back deeply, and finally said:

"Me too."

【03】

Liang Yue has a large-scale painting exhibition on the weekend, which will show the works of famous painters at home and abroad. Ninghao easily got two tickets through his personal connections. Thinking that sister Yu likes to paint, this admission ticket It must be right to give it to her.

Sure enough, Jiang Youyu readily agreed to go to the art exhibition with her on the weekend.

On Saturday, Ninghao put on his best-looking dress with a dark blue overcoat, and changed the style of breaking away from the publicity and crushing the whole process. The temperament of the whole person is precipitated, and it seems dignified when he does not speak. Demure famous lady.

Jiang Youyu stared at her with a good look.

Ninghao felt her scorching gaze, hugged her shoulders all of a sudden, took a step back and said, "This time I will wear a skirt. You can't force me anymore."

Jiang Youyu: "..."

Jiang Youyu looked at her helplessly and said, "Let's go."

Ning Hao smiled and held Jiang Youyu's hand, thinking that tonight would be a beautiful date—until she met Yang Jie at the art exhibition and Chen Xiao with a sweet smile beside Yang Jie.

When Jiang Youyu saw Yang Jie, his eyes didn't fluctuate, but he nodded lightly and greeted lightly.

Yang Jie also nodded, focusing only on the little crying bag beside him.

The little crying bag Chen Xiaoshi did not know about a story of pursuit and being pursued between Yang Jie and Jiang Youyu. At this moment, he was very happy to see his acquaintances. Her boss, who was half raised, withdrew the hand that was half raised angrily, and said honestly: "Hello, boss."

Jiang Youyu's expression was as cold as usual, and he nodded slightly without speaking.

Chen Xiaoshi is still very afraid of this cold boss, doing things under her hands, and fearing that he will be scolded **** if he is not careful. Although President Jiang will not swear, she will coldly ridicule and sneer the wrongdoer. The mockery is decent.

Yang Jie felt the shrinking of the people around him, and said to Jiang Youyu: "Don't scare her."

Jiang Youyu is noncommittal.

On the contrary, he would rather cough, and show a proud and provocative smile at Yang Jie, stretch out his hand, and firmly hold Jiang Youyu's hand, the kind of inseparable fingers interlocking.

Yang Jie raised his eyebrows, not smiling.

childish.

Jiang Youyu is no longer the cold-hearted president she used to be. At this moment, she indulged her naivety, did not pull out her hand, and smoothly brushed the hair beside Ninghao's ear, and said lightly: "Let's go over there and take a look."

The two teams passed by.

Although I would rather not like Yang Jie, after all I spent some time with Chen Xiaoshi, and when he passed by, he quickly smiled at Chen Xiaoshi, and then retracted his smile before Yang Jie cast his eyes.

Humph, she is careful.

Ning Hao and Jiang Youyu walked east, displaying famous paintings on both sides. Those who have a certain aesthetic and artistic sentiment can still enjoy one or two, but Jiang Youyu, who is obsessed with art, has been pulling her forward uncharacteristically, without squinting. .

"Isn't that your favorite painter?" Ning Hao asked Jiang Youyu as he walked past a painter's painting without stopping.

Jiang Youyu took her to a picture and said, "This is my favorite painting."

Ninghao followed her gaze and was stunned for a while, as if she had been taken away by someone, and she was silent for a long time.

Jiang Youyu hugged her waist and watched the woman in the painting with her.

Gray-black background, dark lines, the only colors on a woman's body are the flaming red lips and the light in the eyes. Jiang Youyu changed the style of the past when bright colors collided with each other. The whole painting only used a few colors, but it was even more breathtaking. The woman in the painting lifted her chin slightly, squinted her eyes, her eyes are looking to the upper left, her red lips are slightly open, and her smooth shoulders are exposed. In the direction, the bright light gathered in the small pupils, like the glory given by the gods, standing above the people but sinking into the world.

This is what Jiang Youyu thinks is rather good, **** and glamorous, unassuming, and willing to sink.

Jiang Youyu said, "I drew it for you. Happy birthday, I would rather do it."

When Ninghao spoke again, his voice choked a little: "...I like it very much."

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