The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 09

    Jiang Wenxu and He Zhishu did not have much overlap at the beginning. Jiang Wenxu is good at sports, but he was admitted as an art student. He doesn't like to study, except for sleeping in the dark in class, he just draws and walks away. He Zhishu is a very standard academic figure. He doesn't speak beautiful words and socialize with people, but he smiles gently when he meets people. He looks good and is naturally popular.

    Later, the mischievous teacher put Jiang Wenxu and He Zhishu together at the same table when they re-arranged their seats. The first sentence Jiang Wenxu and He Zhishu said was: "You smell so good on your body."

    He Zhishu 's grandfather kept a yard of jasmine. When the flowers bloom, the house is full of fragrance, and he is probably covered with it.

    The next day He Zhishu took a small pocket of Jasmine to Jiang Wenxu. Jiang Wenxu laughed out white teeth, and rubbed the top of He Zhishu's hair with his big hands: "Thank you."

    Jiang Wenxu was not annoying, he knew He Zhi. Shu doesn't like being interrupted in class. He still sleeps and draws at ease. After class is full of blood and resurrected, he goes to play with a group of boys. The girls in the class liked Jiang Wenxu's a lot, and the gang talked about these gossips.

    Jiang Wenxu was also afraid of the class teacher. Sometimes he would come to copy English homework very early in self-study. Others didn't want it, and he begged: "Small book, copy my homework~little book~".

    The relationship between the two of them seems to have been tepid until one day when he saw Jiang Wenxu when he went upstairs, the man didn't know how to walk in the air, and he directly knocked over and fell a long blood hole in his knee. He Zhishu was frightened and hurried over to help.

    Jiang Wenxu lay on He Zhishu's shoulders, enduring the pain and hissing air-conditioning: "You are so fragrant today."

    "I only stepped on the air after patronizing you today." This is the next sentence. He Zhishu was stunned for a moment.

    The relationship between the two is much closer than before. Jiang Wenxu often pulls He Zhishu to watch him play basketball. Everyone laughs and says that every time He Zhishu is around to watch Jiang Wenxu, they are like drugs. There is no little girl rushing to get Jiang Wenxu's clothes and water bottle, because Jiang Wenxu only wants to touch her own things.

    Then one day He Zhishu unexpectedly discovered that Jiang Wenxu, who had always hated reading, was reading a foreign poem, frowning and looking hard, looking inexplicably silly and cute. "Cultivate literary temperament?" He Zhishu laughed at him.

    "You mentioned this book with the study committee member yesterday, so if my grandson can read it, I can't read it?" Jiang Wenxu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were sharp and young.

    He Zhishu laughed: "This is not good-looking, I don't like it. The study committee likes unpopular ones, and I like Jian Zhen."

    In early June, Grandpa He’s jasmine had reached the end. He Zhishu knew that Jiang Wenxu liked flowers, so he brought Jiang Wenxu to see it. They walked slowly for more than an hour before they arrived at Grandpa He's house, the yard full of jasmine and the fragrance of the yard.

    Jiang Wenxu suddenly hugged He Zhishu and sniffed like a big dog on his neck, with deep smiles in his eyes: "It's the same fragrance. You smell so good."

    He Zhishu blushed inexplicably.

    Jiang Wenxu started to study hard, stopped playing ball between classes, and changed to painting. One day Jiang Wenxu was urged by the physics teacher to move homework, and the collection of paintings was blown away by the breeze by the window, and it was like He Zhishu. The profile is positive, smiling and cold, when thinking about a problem and watching others joking. Vibrant, delicate and gentle strokes. He Zhishu's heart beat fiercely.

    In the final exam in the second year of high school, he ranked first Jiang Wenxu second. He Zhishu was asked to go out, held his hand deep in the alley, and then there was a book in his arms: "I heard people say that you like Jian Zhen's writing. I hope you like this book, and I like me by the way."

    Twenty-seven years old. They are together. Fourteen years now.

    Jiang Wenxu is thirty-one, He Zhishu is thirty.

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