I Love You Every Time You Play

It's better to wake up when the sky is already bright. The curtains of the room were pulled open, revealing the clear blue sky and a few torn cotton candy-like clouds. She rubbed her eyes, suddenly reacted, and looked at the empty bed.

Where's Sister Yu?

She hurriedly sat up and found that her body was covered with a thick quilt.

Last night, after she helped Jiang Youyu to remove her makeup and change her clothes dryly, she wanted to go back, but the president couldn’t hold it back and threw up again. She kept frowning, as if she was disturbed by some kind of shadow. She couldn’t rest assured. Simply help her clean up and sleep next to her.

At the beginning, I was a little thoughtful, and I was better to arch under the quilt for a long time and cautiously arched to Jiang Youyu's side, and put my arms across her belly in a posture of exclusive food protection, and the furry head leaned over. Leaning against her shoulders, raising her eyes can see her face.

It's better to imagine such a scene countless times, and the dream comes true, which is indescribably timid and perturbed.

After hugging like this for a while, Ning Hao reluctantly got out of bed, found a blanket and lay down on the sofa.

As a result, I woke up with an extra layer of quilt.

Ninghao touched the expensive material, the corners of his mouth were about to rise to the sky, and the little tail in his heart was wagging and wagging.

If she can, she really wants to sew the quilt on her body.

Moved for a while, I would rather go to the ground, looking for my goddess expectantly and waiting for a nice and pleasant morning, but only saw the empty living room and a short sentence on WeChat.

Jiang Youyu: [Wake up to eat some breakfast, I will go to work first]

Ninghao's expectant mind fell empty, a little sullen, and typing harder, the tapping sound of the screen resounded in the quiet living room, especially lonely.

Ning Hao: [I thought I would see a hot breakfast and a beauty preparing breakfast, crying.jpg]

Did not reply for a long time.

Ning Hao sighed silently, and was busy waiting for Jiang Youyu when she came back last night, thinking about coming to her girlfriend's house that she hadn't taken a good look at.

A person living at 180 square meters will look very empty. In addition, Jiang Youyu is not the temperament to decorate the home. At a glance, you can only see the most basic furniture and electrical appliances, and you can see that the owner’s personal items are very few. If it weren’t for sure that this is Jiang Youyu’s house, she might even think it’s a house that has been renovated but the owner hasn’t moved in. There is no breath of life at all, and there is no bright color embellishing it. “Depressed” and “heavy” are Ninghao is the only adjective I can think of.

There was a dense small tingling in the heart, although it was not severe, it was unbearable.

After being depressed for so long, the final result is not to resolve or explode, but to become accustomed to it.

Ning got better for a while, and found that one room was locked. According to the type of house, it should be the second bedroom. Whether it is always locked or specially guarded against her, it is suspicious. I would rather think that sister Yu Yu’s current state is very wrong. After weighing it again and again, he muttered "I am not a good person and I have the ability to take a break" to cheer myself up, found the key to the second bedroom from the drawer of the study, and then stood at the door for another three minutes, like a quilt. The teacher punished the bear child at the station, and finally opened the door.

Ninghao was stunned at a glance.

In the second bedroom, there is no wardrobe, no soft bed, no chair, all the furniture that should have appeared in the bedroom, instead of paintings. There are many paintings stacked on the ground, some are semi-finished, some are just a few strokes, and more are paintings with very impactful colors. They are either stacked against the wall or scattered on the ground. It can be seen that the owner is extremely arbitrary when handling them.

But what shocked Ning Hao even more was the wall. The wall on the left of the door seemed to have been splashed with paint countless times, layered on top of each other, and the owner painted directly on the wall with paint. There is no rules, no restraints, and weird things. The shapes and colors of the picture are all crowded on a wall, there is no contact between them, they are completely random. The wall on the right has a lot of squares painted in advance, there are big and small colorful, and the owner neatly paints in the frame, which is in sharp contrast with the left. And the wall I'd rather face was blank and white, it should have been the most normal appearance-if it wasn't between two extremely weird walls.

Ning Hao stared blankly, the emotion that came up at that moment was too strong for her to express.

After observing Sister You Yu for so many years, she naturally knows that Sister You Yu is not interested in the identity of the heir to the family business. Compared with the business rational person who makes decisions, Sister Jiang Jiang wants to be an artist and express her thoughts with brushes. , Her emotions, her world. She is actually such a romantic and crazy person in her bones, no one has ever understood her.

Even Ning Hao, who had been secretly in love with her for eleven years, could not detect this step.

It is undeniable that Jiang's father's thunderous methods and serious educational philosophy have cultivated a very good successor who is not inferior to any male, but it also directly caused Jiang Youyu to completely suppress his desire and rely on a small room to vent. The grievances she has accumulated over the thirty years she has been in control.

Looking at these paintings, Ninghao made a decision.

On the night of their first date, they would rather take out the prepared roses, stare at Jiang Youyu, and smile happily: "Sister Yu, can I move to your house for a while?"

What is more beautiful than the flower is her smile.

It is her eyes that are brighter than a smile.

Ning Hao blinked, and softened his tone, like pleading, but also softly coaxing: "Okay, I live alone so lonely sister~"

Jiang Youyu put down the knife and fork and said coldly: "No."

Ning Hao's expression dimmed instantly, and the rose's luster disappeared. She pressed her lips and placed the rose next to her, but she stopped acting like a coquettish request, and deliberately changed the topic, although she barely maintained a relaxed and cozy atmosphere. Everyone can see her loss.

For some reason, Jiang Youyu thought of the little girl whose confession was rejected before.

The unwilling cry of tears was still in her ears, she realized in a trance that she had been remembering this memory for so many years, even when her heart moved, those words and flashing expressions were uprooted, and they appeared in her mind without any signs. , Irritating.

I don’t like being with people for too long, I don’t like the territory being violated, I don’t like the rhythm of life being disrupted, but——

"When will you move?"

Since she is asleep, she has to take the responsibility of her girlfriend.

Ninghao didn't expect the turning point to come so quickly and so suddenly, the image of a good girl almost collapsed, and subconsciously wanted to raise her eyebrows and raise her legs to put on an arrogant appearance of "successful". Fortunately, she could be suppressed, and she shyly left. He lowered his hair and said with a smile: "Is it all right tomorrow? I won't bother you to help, I can handle it myself."

Jiang Youyu: "Are there many things?"

Ning Hao: "Not much." That depends on whom you are comparing with.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Youyu asked, "How long?"

Ning Hao immediately wanted to cry: "I haven't moved in yet, are you thinking about when to drive me away? I'll stay there for a while. If you feel annoyed, I will move away and I won't stay for a second."

Jiang Youyu: "...I didn't mean that."

Suddenly I felt that Ning was more difficult to deal with than Yang Jie.

Yang Jie.

Thinking of this name, Jiang Youyu remembered the text message. She didn't reply, and the other party didn't explain it anymore. The chat history between the two stopped here.

Before they chatted very eagerly. They replied one after another. They were more familiar than strangers, and more alienated than friends. Even during the time when she was pursuing Yang Jie, the frequency of chatting did not increase much. This abrupt cessation seemed no different from the past, but she still felt the subtle embarrassment and guilt of the other party.

"What are you thinking about?" Ning Hao looked at her a little distracted, and couldn't help asking.

Jiang Youyu was stuck for a few seconds, then decided between saying or not, and replied: "Yang Jie."

Ning Hao's expression was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal, and asked casually: "What do you miss her?"

Jiang Youyu lowered his eyelashes and his face was frosty: "It's nothing."

Since it's nothing, why tell her that she is thinking about Yang Jie, and since she has said it, she is prevarication. Ning Hao bit her lip, the arrogance made her feel uncomfortable, she endured it, and then covered the sneer that was about to overflow the corner of her lips.

What if she likes Yang Jie? Jiang Youyu is now her girlfriend. She is justified. She doesn't believe that she can keep Yang Jie down.

Ning changed the subject and asked, "Is my sister satisfied with the arrangements for tonight?"

Jiang Youyu had almost eaten, wiped his mouth, noncommittal.

"If you don't speak, just take it as your default."

She stared at the man with a brisk tone and crooked eyes on the other side.

She never showed a preference for a certain dish or a certain taste, even her father didn’t know that she actually likes to eat a bit saltier food, and she always said “it’s okay, it depends on your preference” to the outside world, so She was a little surprised by the arrangement of the meal.

——My old lady likes you, it's been eleven years...

Is it eleven years?

The once fierce confession has now become full of unsatisfied crying. Why doesn't she understand the source of all this, so she hates herself even more, whether it was before or now.

...

The next day, Jiang Youyu went home from work and opened the door to take a look. A crack appeared on Leng Ru Bingbing’s face. For a moment, she wondered if she had gone to the wrong door, but the call from the bedroom broke. She hopes this: "Sister Yu~Are you back?"

Jiang Youyu wanted to turn around and leave, but the man had already flown out of the bedroom and landed in front of her, revealing the iconic smile of the lady next door, and said: "Today is the first day we live together, I have prepared a gift for you, guess See what it is."

Jiang Youyu said indifferently: "A trash can that can put everything in."

"Hahaha Sister Yu, you are so humorous." Ning Hao pretended not to understand what she meant, and her emerald-green nails dangled in front of her eyes, fingers pointed to the master bedroom, and said, "It's there."

Jiang Youyu glanced at her, slippers, ignoring a lot of extra things in the living room, went straight to the master bedroom, and opened it—

There was a small photo frame lying quietly on the bed, in which was a photo of her and Ninghao, and there was a line of words underneath.

"To us."

The author has something to say: [Sai Sui Nian]

I have always used an app codeword on my mobile phone before. I like the interface very much. It feels like "I write invincibly well in the world", but now I change the word codeword on my computer, and I feel like I have written it well every day. From 2021-05-0915:37:29~2021-05-1017:15:04, the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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