Crush :原来我很爱你

Chapter 12: Model Species 1

　(1)
　　The day Yu Xiaolu came back, she was a little surprised to see the closeness between Sang Wuyan and Su Nianqin, and quickly calmed down.
　　Regarding the relationship with Yu Xiaolu, Su Nianqin said that she is the sister of a relative. She has no place to go and lives, and can take care of him by the way. Sang Wuyan was very surprised. People like Su Nianqin could admit that others were taking care of him face to face.
　　"I'll take care of you from now on." Sang Wuyan said, holding Su Nianqin's arm.
　　Later she thought, since she is a relative's sister, she is also a relative, why not just say it is a cousin, younger sister, niece, niece, etc.
　　Her thoughts are not too complicated, and she will forget this doubt after a long time.
　　During that time, "The Phantom of the Louvre" was shown in the cinema. In order to avoid Su Nianqin's discomfort, they bought the couple's box. The seat there allows Sang Wuyan to put her head in Su Nianqin's neck and gently describe the plot to him while watching the scene.
　　"Then he walked into the Egyptian pavilion and hid in the corner, waiting for the mummy to appear. At this time, the dark shadow appeared again. The mummy..." Sang Wuyan said so pale that he was too scared to look any more, turning his face. Hidden in Su Nianqin's clothes.
　　"What to do, it's terrifying." She looked like an earthworm, burrowing into his arms hard.
　　"Then we won't watch it." Su Nianqin said.
　　"The more afraid you are, the more you want to see it." Sang Wuyan bitterly.
　　Su Nianqin laughed, let her sit on her knees, and then put her chin on his shoulders.
　　Sang Wuyan was already too nervous because of the plot of the movie, and completely forgot to describe the scene. Su Nianqin could only see the light and shadow of the movie screen flickering right in front of him.
　　The more afraid she is, the more he wants to see it—this sentence reminds him of the feeling of love.
　　These are things like opium, he thought.
　　On the way back, at the subway station, it was the most turbulent peak at six o'clock.
　　The subway came, and she took Su Nianqin's hand in front to avoid the crowd, waiting for the last to get on the train. At this time, several people who rushed over in a hurry, slammed into them, then squeezed Sang Wuyan into the crowd and was taken into the car.
　　When she walked back, she saw that the door was closed.
　　She didn't know if Su Nianqin got in the car too, and she didn't dare to call his name loudly in the car, so she looked around for fear of embarrassment. She is not tall and needs to stand on tiptoe and look back and forth.
　　Left, right, on the seat.
　　no-
　　Her heart became anxious.
　　Su Nianqin must still stay at the station. He is rarely alone in this kind of public place and there are so many people. He is so hard-headed that he would definitely not ask for help. He had already let Yu Xiaolu drive there. I don't know if he knows the way or if he will meet the bad guys. His mobile phone is in her backpack again.
　　The more she thought about it, the more anxious she got, tears rolling in her eyes.
　　As soon as the subway stopped, she immediately got off and sat back on the same road on the other side.
　　There were a lot fewer people on the return journey. She was standing at the door, and there was a dark tunnel outside, spreading all the time. It seemed that it had been a century long before the subway saw the light outside again. The horn in the carriage announced the name of the station, and then slowly stopped.
　　Through the glass of the window, she saw Su Nianqin standing there from a distance.
　　It was the place where they staggered, motionless.
　　He is very tall and upright and handsome, so it seems that he can be found at a glance without a particularly eye-catching sign.
　　Sang Wuyan ran, rushed over, and hugged his waist.
　　He said lightly: "So fast!" As if waiting to be proud.
　　"I was scared to death."
　　Su Nianqin touched her head: "Is there anything to worry about. Where do I get lost, I will definitely be there until you come back."
　　Sang Wuyan worked in newsgroups with Yuanyuan on the radio, and was soon transferred back to Nie Xi's studio. Wu Wei said, "Sister Xi told the director and insisted that you come back."
　　"Why?"
　　Wu Wei thought for a while: "It's possible for any reason, but it's definitely not because of your ability to work." Then he glanced at Sang Wuyan with contempt.
　　Sang Wuyan feigned anger: "Sample! Believe it or not, I will strangle you?"
　　"Dying under the peony flower, I am a ghost but also a romantic." Wu Wei put out his tongue and pretended to be a ghost.
　　Nie Xi walked in between the two of them having fun, and said coldly: "Sang Wuyan, I call you here, not for flirting with my people. You have to sort out the materials you just gave you just now. Come out, I will use it tomorrow."
　　"Oh." Sang Wuyan lowered her head, stopped talking, and started working.
　　To be interviewed by Nie Xi in the live broadcast room tomorrow is Qingfeng, a young writer who has risen recently. After the Internet has become popular, his work has swept the entire publishing world. It has become a big name in less than half a year and has attracted much attention. Nie Xi is very rigorous in her work, and she must do her homework every time. Now Sang Wuyan wants to systematically organize Qingfeng's personal information, as well as his work style, general introduction, character characteristics of his masterpieces, online reviews, and publisher reviews for Nie Xi.
　　In the past, Ye Li and Wang Lan did this. Sang Wuyan was about to call them two, but was stopped by Nie Xi: "They have something else. You have been here for almost half a year. There is nothing trivial about this. Yes?" The tone was particularly mocking, and she was very different from the sister Xi who Su Ri Li Sang Wuyan knew.
　　After Nie Xi left, Ye Li asked in a low voice, "Sang Wuyan, have you offended her?"
　　"No." Sang Wuyan wondered, "She asked the director to let me come back. I haven't seen her in a long time."
　　"Have you hit a ghost?" Ye Li shook her head.
　　Sang Wuyan looked at the pile of high data, which was quite inexplicable.
　　In the evening, Sang Wuyan worked overtime until late. He is a science student, and he doesn't really catch a cold with this kind of stuff. What kind of overhead, what history, what martial arts, and what fantasy makes him into the cloud. Finally, I got out of it, and made a rough outline of Qingfeng's personal works, and then combined some real personal circumstances and readers' comments to figure out the general content of the interview.
　　When she went downstairs, she opened her handbag and wanted to call Su Nianqin, only to find that the phone was dead. She walked in with her front foot, and the phone rang on the back foot.
It's not Su Nianqin, but Sang's mother.
　　"Wuyan, why aren't you here so late?"
　　" working overtime."
　　"I'll be back soon. Now that the law and order are so chaotic, it's not safe for a girl to walk at night..." Mother Sang started the machine gun-like family education and finally ended. As soon as she hung up the phone, the ringtone rang again.
　　"Where have you been so late?" asked Su Nianqin this time, "the phone doesn't work either."
　　"Work overtime." She continued to explain.
　　"I told you to come over for dinner."
　　"Eating? You did it?" She was lingering about his ability to cook.
　　Su Nianqin heard that she had come out, and remembered that he kindly fried eggs to supplement her nutrition that day, she also disgustedly asked if he would kill him.
　　He couldn't help being a little angry: "Sang Wuyan, you..."
　　Sang Wuyan hurriedly changed her words and said, "Those who are queuing up and want to cook today must have a group without a teacher. So you quickly forget what I said last time."
　　"Stop playing around."
　　Sang Wuyan chuckled.
　　That's what you said and I said, and the two spoke on the phone for a long time. Until the thread was hung up, Sang Wuyan's mouth still wore a sweet smile. In fact, he is also quite talkative.
　　Early the next morning, Sang Wuyan went to the radio station, and took things to Nie Xi. Nie Xi glanced lightly and said, "No. The perspective and starting point are not good." Then she took the manuscript and pointed to a bunch of shortcomings, and ordered Sang Wuyan to continue to revise it.
　　For lunch, Sang Wuyan took two bites at random and continued to work hard. When she showed it to Nie Xi, she was using the computer and said, "Let it go there."
　　In the evening, Sang Wuyan was guarding the recording of the program outside the live broadcast room.
　　Ye Li suddenly grabbed Sang Wuyan mysteriously, and whispered: "Nie Xi asked Wang Lan to prepare the Qingfeng information last week. She doesn't need you at all."
　　Wang Lan nodded next to him: "Yes. I'm just busy with this, you didn't ask, I also came during the day, just heard Lili say."
　　"Are you committing a villain?" Ye Li asked.
　　Sang Wuyan was so surprised that she didn't speak for a long time. She turned her head through the glass and looked at Nie Xi who was smiling at Qingfeng, feeling very complicated. Nie Xi wasn't such a woman originally, she was generous, patient, without any air, and was kind to people.
　　Is she not doing well enough before?
　　Did she accidentally upset Nie Xi?
　　Is it because she lacks this kind of training in the first place?
　　In a daze, she suddenly remembered what Li Lulu had said before, "Sang Wuyan, if you leave school and your parents' asylum, you will be nothing."
　　(2)
　　For many reasons, she and Su Nianqin are not always stuck together, sometimes they don't even see each other for two or three days.
　　The most convenient place for two people to meet is at Su Nianqin's home.
　　She likes to lie next to him, watching Su Nianqin playing the piano. Seeing his fingers sliding on the keys, whether it is soothing and gentle or passionate, is a very enjoyable visual sense.
　　She could hardly imagine that he really grew up in an orphanage, how the teachers and aunts of the orphanage taught him so well.
　　"When did you start learning the piano?"
　　"Seven years old."
　　"Easy to learn?"
　　"It's not easy to learn."
　　"How are they treating you?" Sang Wuyan asked suddenly, "I mean those aunts who take care of you."
　　Su Nianqin said very calmly: "It's not good or bad. It's their job to take care of orphans, not out of love or other feelings. Of course they will have children who prefer them. And, there are. At that time, I can't remember those things anymore."
　　"Why?"
　　"I only stay until seven years old."
　　"Why?"
　　He stopped and said lightly: "I don't want to continue this topic."
　　Sang Wuyan was slightly startled, so unbearable to look back?
　　At this time, Sang Wuyan's cell phone rang.
　　"Wuyan, why are you not at home?" It was Mama Sang.
　　Sang Wuyan glanced at Su Nianqin, and walked out of the house with her mother struggling to deal with it.
　　"You come back at the end of the month. I contacted a middle school with your dad. Although they ordered new hires in November last year, they can now add an indicator for you."
　　"mom-"
　　"Bring your resume and those certificates. You also need to prepare yourself first, and the interview is still required in other schools."
　　Sang Wuyan sighed, "Now it is not convenient for me to discuss this issue with you, so I will go back and talk."
　　"What is inconvenience? You are not an underground party. You have been sneaky lately." Mama Sang mumbled and hung up the phone.
　　Sang Wuyan was not an underground party. If the family knew about her and Su Nianqin, there would be no end to it.
　　She went back to the room, Su Nianqin asked, "Whose phone number?"
　　"My mother, tell me about work."
　　"Yeah." He didn't bother about Sang Wuyan's university and internships. Sometimes Sang Wuyan even suspected that he didn't even know which school she went to.
In the afternoon, the weather suddenly cleared up. The sun sprinkled the golden ground all over the yard, which was especially alluring. Sang Wuyan took Su Nianqin to the park.
　　The weather is good, and there are not few people who come to bask in the sun.
　　Sang Wuyan was lying on the lawn with her head resting on Su Nianqin's lap. He was sitting leaning against the tree trunk, half-sleeping with his eyes, and listening to the radio with earplugs in his ears.
　　He touched Sang Wuyan's hair from time to time. Her hair is fine and dense, and it feels very smooth. In addition, she has short hair, fluffy, and feels like cat hair.
　　Thinking of the word "cat hair", Su Nianqin couldn't help but curled up the corners of her mouth, her eyelashes moved slightly.
　　"What are you giggling about?" Sang Wuyan asked. She lay on her back, just to see his expression from below.
　　She is the only one in this world who calls this kind of laughter a giggle.
　　"Just telling a joke." He took off his earplugs.
　　"Which station to listen to?" She discovered that if he doesn't read books or play piano, the way to pass the time is either to listen to the TV news or to the radio.
　　"Speaking of storytelling."
　　"Why don't you listen?"
　　"Always advertising."
　　"Do you listen to our station?"
　　"I listen to it occasionally."
　　He opened his eyes and raised his face, toward the direction of the sun.
　　"Can you see the light?"
　　"Very weak."
　　"Can it be cured?" There are too many mysteries and too many unknowns about him, which makes her want to know.
　　"It can't be cured." He said lightly, "It's a problem with the visual central nervous system, congenital." His tone was unusually flat, but Sang Wuyan still caught the faint pain that flashed across his face.
　　"Did you bring the book to watch?" Sang Wuyan changed the subject.
　　"Hmm. What?"
　　"I'll help you read what books you want to read in the future, it will save trouble."
　　Su Nianqin thought about it, and handed her the book: "Read it."
　　"...This doesn't work, and I don't understand Braille."
　　At this time, there was a singing voice not far away, which happened to be singing the song "Libyan Shell". Sang Wuyan frowned: "The lyrics are mixed up. This sentence is the second paragraph."
　　Su Nianqin raised his eyebrows: "You too?"
　　"Of course." Sang Wuyan raised her head, "Do you want to sing it for you?"
　　"Don't!" Su Nianqin hurriedly said, "Don't."
　　"Do you despise me? Do you think I can sing badly?"
　　Su Nianqin didn't speak, obviously because he didn't want to hit her.
　　Sang Wuyan was anxious: "Su Nianqin, let me tell you, people say my voice is good, otherwise I won't be selected as the broadcaster."
　　"This," he said, "I have reservations."
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　　Sang Wuyan went back to the school dormitory to get things, and met Xu Qian on the way. Xu Qian stopped her.
　　"I heard you are in love."
　　"Yeah, you can finally rest assured." Sang Wuyan said in a cold voice.
　　"Wei Hao and I looked for a job in City B. We signed the contracts and will go back in June."
　　"Congratulations."
　　Xu Qian shook her head: "Sang Wuyan, when will you grow up?"
　　"That's not good. Otherwise, I don't know how you could carry my brows behind my back for so many years," Sang Wuyan said, "I won't forgive you."
　　"You..." Xu Qian smiled bitterly.
　　"The most important thing as a friend is to be honest. Why do you deceive me?"
　　The next day, Sang Wuyanyi was in Su Nianqin's arms, and repeated the experience of meeting Xu Qian yesterday. She couldn't hide her words, and she had to report any movement in time, otherwise she felt uncomfortable.
　　"If you have something to deceive me, I won't forgive you." Sang Wuyan said bitterly.
　　Su Nianqin's hand was originally touching her hair, but when he heard this, he felt a little stagnant.
　　As soon as Sang Wuyan came back from Su Nianqin, Cheng Yin said, "Your mother is calling again, telling you to return."
　"Oh." Sang Wuyan suddenly looked like a discouraged ball, and her expression was immediately sad.
　　"You should tell your mother and them, after all, it's for your own good."
　　"But they don't have the right to decide my future. I should choose what I want to do and whether to continue studying."
　　While talking, the phone rang again. Cheng Yin made a look of "I am definitely looking for you": "You should just follow it, or I will be crazy."
　　It was Sang's mother.
　　"Mom, I really want to stay and never go back. I have been here for four years and I like it here."
　　"Will Mom and Dad harm you? It's not for your own good. Look at how angry you are with your dad. How many people in the college want to squeeze in to study, you don't want the place specially for you. You are outside. After four years, you will be wild, and you shouldn't have let you go out of town at that time." Mama Sang spoke in a dialect, and she spoke very quickly to Sang Wuyan.
　　"I won't go back."
　　"Wuyan," Mother Sang paused, "Are you hiding something from your mother." She felt that her daughter was not quite right lately, and she was not there when she called the landline late at night.
　　"Mom...I..." She thought about it, and finally said, "I have a boyfriend."
　　"Boyfriend? When did you meet? How old are you? Where is your home? From a school? Why didn't you tell your mother early and let her see?"
　　Sang Wuyan must always face it. Sang Wuyan can only summon the courage to report completely. When it comes to Su Nianqin's eyesight that is visually impaired, Sang's mother suddenly fell silent on the other end, and a long time later she left a sentence, "I'll fly tomorrow. In the past," she hung up the phone.
　　What came here was not a torrential rain pear flower needle but a gentle wind and drizzle.
　　According to her mother's personality, she thought she would personally scold her bloody as soon as she came, but Mama Sang didn't. From the airport to home, Mama Sang never mentioned anything about Su Nianqin in the taxi.
　　I happened to receive a call from Su Nianqin on the way.
　　"have you eaten?"
　　"Not yet." Sang Wuyan trembles every time she says a word, afraid that his mother will find the clues.
　　"Wuyan, you seem to be nervous." Su Nianqin was extremely sensitive.
　　"No, I'll call you in a while." She hung up quickly, and then sent a text message to Yu Xiaolu, asking her to prepare Su Nianqin, and perhaps take someone to see him.
　　As soon as she got home, the first thing Sang's mother did was to pack Sang Wuyan's luggage.
　　"Follow me back tomorrow."
　　"mom-"
　　"If you want to stay here for the sake of that person, then I don't want you to stay for a minute. Your dad will naturally ask for leave for you over there, and you must go with me."
　　"You should at least see him before you come to a conclusion, okay?"
　　"Our family doesn't recognize his relationship with you. What's nice about it."
　　"mom-"
　　"While you young people haven't done anything regrettable, stop early." Mother Sang did point out.
　　"We are sincere, why do you oppose it just because of his eyes?"
　　"Just? You think it's just? You are a little girl. You don't know the ups and downs without going through the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Mom did not deny the love you believe in, but the reality is not what you think. You have been there since childhood. It's soaked in honey at home. Your dad spoils you so much that you put it in the palm of your hand for fear of falling, and he is afraid of melting in your mouth. What have you experienced? What can you experience?"
　　"I can learn, I can learn to cook, learn to earn money, learn to take care of me and him. And Su Nianqin doesn't need me to take care of him at all."
　　"I raised you so much. I didn't want you to spend most of your life taking care of such a person. Besides, he is still an orphan."
　　"No, no, he has relatives around him, he is not an orphan." Sang Wuyan said, "Mom...you should see him at first sight, he is a very good man, and he loves me very much."
　　"Mom told you before that love is not only an impulse, but also a sense of security and responsibility. For such a disabled person of unknown origin, he hasn't even told you anyone in the family, that can be called love?!"
　　"I can call him immediately, if you are just worried about this, I can ask immediately." Sang Wuyan wept.
　　"Wuyan, no need. I don't need to know what kind of family he has. If his family is rich and powerful, our Sang family never climbs this threshold. If he is poor, I will only despise him even more!"
　　(3)
　　"But Mom, it's me who wants to be with him, not you!"
　　"Wuyan—" Mother Sang was annoyed, "How can you talk to your elders like this!"
　　After the fierceness, both of them seemed to be suddenly tired, and suddenly fell silent.
　　At this moment, Sang Wuyan's phone rang again, and even if it shook, she still made a fierce whine in her backpack.
　　She was unable to face Su Nianqin, unable to face their love.
　　This night, Sang's mother said nothing more.
　　Cheng Yin seemed to have a hunch and didn't come back.
　　So Sang Wuyan left the bed to her mother and slept in Cheng Yin's room alone.
　　Late at night, she went to the bathroom and heard her mother turning over on the small bed in the room.
　　"Mom, are you still asleep?" She opened the door and asked in a low voice.
　　The mother lay on her side facing the wall and ignored her.