Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

She was stunned when she saw the house in front of her.

There are two- or three-story buildings on both sides, but this house is the only one that still has a shabby wooden door. The door is not closed, and you can see a shabby courtyard inside, with a lot of cardboard boxes and bottles piled up next to it.

Just then, an old man pushing a cart came out.

The old man didn't pay attention to the person standing not far away. He turned around, locked the door, wrapped his worn cotton coat tightly, and put on gloves.

The old man, with gray hair and nearly seventy years old, limped towards the alley, pushing a cart.

When Jiang Wan arrived, she noticed that there was a stall selling food at the entrance of the alley.

Her eyes fell on the two soy milk machines on the cart, next to which were arranged soy milk packets in several flavors with different prices marked on them.

It seems that he was going to the intersection to sell soy milk.

Jiang Wan followed him slowly.

The old man greeted the people he knew with a smile and pushed his stall to where he usually placed his goods.

She watched quietly for a few minutes, her eyes falling from the old man's cotton coat to his woolen hat with some threads coming loose. She made up her mind to prepare a gift for the old man and go over tomorrow.

……

Song Xing'an bought a hard seat and took a bus after arriving at the train station.

Snowing.

Snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, and soon the ground was covered with a layer of white. People who usually don't like taking photos took out their mobile phones to record this moment.

The waiting time for the bus is a little longer than usual.

Song Xing'an didn't arrive home until eleven o'clock in the morning.

He shook off the snow on his body, pushed the door open with his backpack on his back, and just as he reached the yard, he heard voices talking in the house.

Ever since his parents passed away, his relatives were unwilling to have any dealings with them, and his neighbors were unwilling to sit in his house. How could anyone talk to his grandfather?

He walked towards the living room.

When they heard footsteps, the voices they were talking stopped and they both looked towards the door.

Seeing the visitor, Grandpa Song said happily, "I told you that you should come back at this time. Xiaowan has been waiting for you for a long time. I asked her to call you but she refused and said she wanted to give you a surprise."

Xiaowan...

Only then did Song Xingan notice the person sitting on the wooden sofa.

The next second, his eyes widened in shock.

The person who was still texting him this morning and saying that he had something to do suddenly appeared in front of him.

Everything happened so unexpectedly.

Jiang Wan put her hands behind her back and looked at him with a smile, "Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

How could it not be a surprise?

The person he had been thinking about suddenly appeared before him.

Today's lunch was prepared by Song Xingan.

Grandpa Song intentionally left some time for the two of them to be alone, and did not go to the kitchen to be a third wheel to spoil the mood.

In the kitchen, Jiang Wan stood on tiptoe to take a look outside. After making sure that Grandpa Song was in the living room, she threw herself into his arms, hooked her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his lips.

"Student Song, before you came back, I told Grandpa that I was your girlfriend. Grandpa told me to call him if you bully me in the future, and he would help me teach you a lesson."

"Okay." He hugged her tighter. "Why did you come here so suddenly?"

"It's not sudden. It's just that my boyfriend doesn't say it, but I can feel his insecurity. I thought about it for a long time and found your family after much inquiry. Now I tell you that I don't mind your family at all. Are you completely relieved?"

"Well, don't do that next time. It's dangerous to run so far alone."

"I will definitely report it next time. I just want to ask you, are you happy to see me?"

"Happy." He answered truthfully.

The beautiful dream came true and I am so happy.

She leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips again, "Then don't think about things you shouldn't think about. Just remember that you are happy to see me."

After dinner, the two talked about going out for a walk.

Grandpa Song pulled Song Xing'an into the bedroom, took out a thousand yuan from under the bed and stuffed it into Song Xing'an's hand, "Xiaowan came to see me and bought me clothes, shoes and hats. Don't be afraid to spend money when you take her out shopping. Buy her whatever she wants."

"Grandpa, I have money. I'll bring back whatever you want to eat later." Song Xing'an put the money on the table for him.

"No, no, please go out quickly and don't let Xiaowan wait anxiously."

The snow is still falling outside.

There's no intention of stopping.

The floor of the house was covered in white.

Song Xing'an was holding an umbrella, with the person beside him holding his arm, jumping and skipping on the snow like a child.

There was nothing interesting in the small county town. She said she wanted to go to the supermarket to buy some things, so Song Xingan took her to a nearby shopping mall.

The music playing in the mall just happened to be singing a line of lyrics.

"What I'm looking forward to is not the snow, but the winter with you." Jiang Wan repeated this sentence, looked up at her boyfriend, and added with a smile, "In the winter with my beloved, everything is worth looking forward to."

The words she said casually always made people's hearts beat faster.

Song Xingan held her hand tightly and said, "The future is worth looking forward to."

……

Song Xing'an bought a bunch of snacks as she asked. Originally, he wanted to go to the movies, but there weren't any good movies released recently, so he had to give up the idea.

There is really nothing interesting to visit in this small place.

There is a small amusement park, but it may not be open on this day.

Jiang Wan suggested going back to the hotel.

She is going to paint.

As her boyfriend, she hopes that he can be her model for once and give her some inspiration.

She did not serve as a model. In the hotel room, she quietly painted while recalling the daily life she had seen. The boy sat cross-legged beside her, watching the vivid and interesting pictures come to life on the paper.

……

He had walked that alley leading to his home thousands of times.

Normally, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with walking alone in this empty alley.

However, after walking with his sweetheart, he felt a little lonely walking back alone in the snow.

The phone rang, and when he saw who was calling, his eyes lit up and he answered the call: "Wanwan."

"Are you home yet?" Jiang Wan curled up on the sofa in the hotel, looking at the snow scene outside the window, and suddenly felt the urge to go downstairs and have a snowball fight.

However, he decided not to tell Song Xingan about this idea, otherwise this person would probably come back immediately.

"Yeah, we're almost there." His attention was completely on the phone call.

The person on the phone had a gentle voice, arranging tomorrow's schedule. He listened to those words, his heart softened, and he agreed to everything she said. Even when he heard her say that she had to get up at six in the morning to eat at the breakfast market, he still responded: "I'll wait for you downstairs at the hotel at six?"

"I was just joking. It's so cold, of course I have to sleep in. How can I get up so early in the morning? Let me make it clear, you are not allowed to send me messages before 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

He was so focused on answering the phone that he didn't notice there was someone standing under the eaves.

The man suddenly came out, and Song Xing'an was startled. After seeing who it was, he frowned and asked, "Song Jingshu, what are you doing here?"