Love in a Fallen City

  At night, in bed, Wen Man turned on the flashlight and quietly pulled out a letter from a cowhide envelope while hiding under the covers.

  On the dark striped red banner, the flying and elegant steel pen ink marks were like him:

  "Hi, Manman, dear Manman,"

  What should I do?

  Because of your bowl of instant noodles, I think about it day and night, thinking about your bowl of instant noodles every day.

  I've been thinking about this for thirty years, and I've never thought about anything like this before. I'm afraid that I've been poisoned, that I've contracted some kind of disease, so I ran to the hospital, and the doctor gave me a diagnosis: "You're in trouble, you've been poisoned. If we can't find an antidote for this poison, it will invade your internal organs."

  I thought this doctor's words were like the symptoms of poisoning in the martial arts masters in "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", which was clearly unbelievable.

  But when I think of you, it hurts in my heart.

  Even if it hurts so much that I don't want to live, I never thought that I would die. This might be the thing that makes me most proud of myself. But, I'm afraid you'll hate me -

  The taste of being disliked, I Jiang Yan have had it before, but the taste of being disliked by someone I like, I Jiang Yan am experiencing for the first time, and that's you, Manman.

  Man Man, I like you.

  Would you blush for this sentence?

  I fantasize about this issue every day, as if I were drunk, and yet I am also afraid that if I ask you this question face to face, you will dislike me and say:

  "Mr. Chiang, how I detest your handsome face."

  Wen Man's mouth curved up slightly at the corner when she saw this sentence.

  Wen Yu turned over in her lower bunk.

  Wen Wan hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, and her eyes involuntarily scanned down the letter paper, reading word by word:

  "You actually don't understand me."

  Creeping.

  There's a scar on the back of my neck, it looks really ugly.

  Tendrils

  Don't hate me so much, okay?

  I like you so much.

  I, Jiang Yan, make a vow to Heaven

  I confessed to the woman

  This is the first time in life

  Glory

  Sacred

  Great.

  So, it's not hard to understand me, let's meet again and again and again... N times.

  At that time, perhaps you will say to me:

  "Mr. Chiang, although your handsome face can make me angry, I don't dislike you."

  After reading the entire letter, the smile at the corner of my mouth has smiled into my heart, warm and cozy.

  If he deliberately made her laugh and pleased her, he succeeded.

  Folded the letter paper and put it back into the leather envelope. Suddenly, Wen Huan below said: "Sister, aren't you sleeping?"

  The flashlight was turned off as soon as it was pressed.

  Ran Wenjuan had already discovered that she hadn't slept, and as soon as she opened her mouth, it was a string of merciless complaints: "You go to work at 9 o'clock every day, I have class at 7:30, do you know or not?!"

  She slightly furrowed those two slender and smooth eyebrows, looking at the pitch-black ceiling and said: "Sorry, Yuanyuan, I just couldn't sleep a little while ago."

  With a loud thud, Wen Yu turned over violently on the lower bunk, causing the entire duck feather quilt to shake up and down. Accompanied by a furious roar: "You can't get into a good university, that's fine, but do you think I won't get into a good university either?!"

  Her lower lip bit tightly on the scar, and Wen Man pressed down on her chest: "Yuan Yuan, if you really have the ability, get into the Central Academy of Fine Arts before saying this to me!"

  After waiting for a long time, Wen Huan below did not dare to make another sound.

  A faint smile floated up at the corner of her mouth, and then slowly fell down, sinking into darkness. Thinking of his letter, she suddenly thought to herself:

  Mr. Chiang, if you knew what our family is like, would you still like me?

  The Night of the Grand Wedding

  Jiang Yan was overjoyed, like a flying bird, after sending out the love letter he wrote for the first time in his life. That night, he couldn't sleep and called Du Yu to ask if it was possible to invite Manman out again.

  "We just met today and we're meeting again tomorrow?" Chūxià was surprised.

  "I see he's so enthusiastic, it seems like he has a bit of sincerity." Du Yu had great confidence in Jiang Yan.

  At the beginning of summer, recalling the past, said: "What you said is not wrong. Until now, I have never had anyone pursue Manman like this."

  "I see." Du Yu turned to his wife, facing each other, "Why don't we find a time for the four of us to go on an outing in the suburbs? On one hand, it's been a long time since we've had romance, and on the other hand, we can create some intimate opportunities for them."

  "Alright." Chū Xiāng really thought this suggestion was good, and that Màn Màn should go out more often to breathe in some fresh air. Being cooped up in the Wēn household would eventually suffocate her.

  Wen Wan listened again and said in early summer: "Besides you and me, who else?"

  "You're in charge of preparing the picnic in the suburbs, I'll take care of everything else." Early summer is lazy.

  Wen Man didn't know what to say, perhaps the letter had taken root in her heart. When she saw Jiang Yan appearing on time, she didn't feel any rejection in her heart.

  Jiang Yan borrowed Mo Wenyang's east wind. Du Yu wanted to drive, and at the beginning of summer, he accompanied his husband to sit in the front seat, leaving only two people to sit in the back seat.

  Luggage loaded on the car, gathered at the company gate to depart.

  Wen Man sat in the back seat leaning against the car window, almost sticking her face onto the icy glass.

  It was her first time being so close to a man, and she felt anxious, her face burning.

  Jiang Yan saw her awkward and restrained appearance, and laughed in his heart. His hand secretly stretched out, and the tip of his finger touched the end of her white fingers.

  Wen Man was startled and just wanted to withdraw her fingers, but they were pinched by his fingertips.

  He then inserted his fingers into the gaps between hers, entwining them like a vine, and a warm current flowed through their fingertips, pouring into her heart.

  The tea-colored glass in the car window reflected a smile at the corner of her mouth, and Wen Man saw it, as if she had turned over an urn in her heart, with all sorts of flavors.

  "What are you thinking about?" Jiang Yun found her puzzled expression and unconsciously leaned in closer.

  Wen Wan's little heart skipped a beat again, and the fragrance on her body slowly wafted into his nostrils, a fresh and clean soap scent, like a just-cut lemon. Her small face was flushed by the lemon, as if she had been splashed with water and turned bright red.

  In Jiang Yan's eyes, the beauty in front of him was like a red apple that could be devoured with one glance, making his throat itch and his lower abdomen heat up. He dryly licked his lips, but saw that the beauty was so shy and didn't dare to overstep her bounds.

  These ten entwined fingers all the way entwined to the end.

  The breath of spring is getting thicker, the weather is neither cool nor hot, and it's just right to go for a spring outing.

  Along the way, I saw many young people traveling in groups and couples.

  When going up the mountain, Du Yu and Chu Xia held hands.

  Creeping behind, feeling very nervous.

  This scene reminds her of her university days.

  Too young and too carefree, she thinks it's a fantasy, not realistic. She was still at home this morning counting money to save up for living in Beijing.

  "Vines?"

  A voice whispered in her ear, warm and thick breath tickling her skin.

  The wisteria vines jumped aside like a startled bird taking flight.

  Jiang Yan had never seen such a reserved girl before, and the smile in his heart involuntarily hung on the corner of his mouth. He pointed to the flowers by the roadside: "Do you like them?"

  "Likes——" saw him making a move to pick, hurriedly "Ah", stopped, "Picking flowers is bad."

  Her slender hand was quite brave at this moment, grabbing his arm wrapped in a half-sleeved shirt.

  Just as she realized it, her small hand quickly withdrew, even faster than an electric shock.

  Can't help it anymore, really can't help it anymore.

  He grabbed her little arm and raised an eyebrow, his eyes shining like stars: "Comrade Manman, you have to believe that a man comrade won't play tricks on you."