I blush when I see her

On June [-]th, the sky was fine.

A black heavy-duty locomotive passed the road at high speed, the low sound of the engine broke the summer silence, and the ginkgo leaves falling on the ground were also swept up.

Finally, the locomotive stopped under a ginkgo tree.

The owner of the car was a woman. She stretched her long legs, unbuttoned the hidden button of the helmet with her hands, and took out her mobile phone from her pocket, which showed an incoming call.

"Ok?"

A crisp female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Rongjing, are you having fun there? When will you be back?"

"It's okay." Jiang Rongjing hung the helmet on the handlebar casually, "I can go back after the film and television city project is finished here, and there will be about a month or two."

Zhou Bingyan said "Oh", and said dully: "I went to a audition some time ago, and it was so boring. Are you outside? Why did I hear the wind."

There was indeed a gust of wind blowing just now.

Hearing Jiang Rongjing's "hmm", Zhou Bingyan then asked: "What's so interesting about you?"

"Ginkgo tree." Jiang Rongjing's eyes moved slowly from the side of the road, and finally landed on the small pavilion on the opposite side, his red lips slightly lifted, "There is also an ugly child."

Zhou Bingyan:?

"You act like everyone is like you, don't frighten the flowers of the motherland."

After chatting with Zhou Bingyan for a while, Jiang Rongjing hung up the phone. Although the temperature is hot in summer, the wind is blowing.

Her eyes fell on the small pavilion opposite again casually.

Sitting there was a little girl with a gray face who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. Whenever she passed by or stopped here, the child would always look at herself with very hot eyes.

As if envious of something.

Jiang Rongjing has always been very lazy to pay attention to people, but one time when she was resting against the car, the ginkgo leaves on the ground were blown up by the strong wind and threw herself on her.

When she came back the next day, there were only a few leaves on the ground, obviously swept aside by someone, and in the small pavilion, the child still kept looking at her with the same fiery eyes.

Later, as long as the child is around, the ginkgo leaves in that section will be cleaned up.

The wind blew her hair, and Jiang Rongjing tucked it behind her ears with his fingers, but he noticed the child walking over from the small pavilion.

The child was carrying a black plastic bag, and stood timidly in front of him. His cheeks were yellowish from malnutrition, but his eyes were particularly round and energetic. It just looked like he had just cried, and his eyes were red.

"Sister... can I... borrow your mobile phone?"

Her voice was fine.

Soft, glutinous and sweet, it makes people feel very comfortable.

Jiang Rongjing nodded slightly, and handed over the phone.

The child took the phone, quickly pressed a string of phone numbers on the screen, dialed them, and said, "Linlin, it's me."

That voice sounded really wronged.

The person she called Linlin said: "Yuanbao?! Whose phone is this? What's wrong with you?"

Ingots?

Jiang Rongjing took a look at her, the child was obviously as thin as a cane.

Yuan Bao's eyes turned red again, and Jiang Rongjing felt that she was about to complain to her friend, and when she was about to walk away, she heard her say, "I'm fine, a beautiful sister lent me the phone."

With that said, she hung up.

With a sweet mouth, Jiang Rongjing took the phone back with a calm expression.

"Thank you sister."

The child dug out a few times in the black plastic bag and took out a few round, yellowish-green oranges. His eyes were wide open, "Sister, do you want to eat these oranges? These oranges are sweet and sour. They are very good." food."

Her hands are very fair, which can form a great contrast with that small face. Holding the orange in her calloused hands, it looks pretty.

Jiang Rongjing glanced at it, "No, you can keep it for yourself."

She has rarely seen and never eaten this kind of fruit.

"Oh alright."

The child's eyebrows drooped.

Seeing that she put the oranges back again, Jiang Rongjing moved his arms around his chest, and said lightly, "Forget it, I'm thirsty, so I'll eat one."

The child raised his eyebrows with joy, picked out the one with the most beautiful color, and carefully looked at Jiang Rongjing's fingers, "Sister, your fingers and nails are so beautiful, let me peel them off for you, it's easy to get your hands dirty."

In fact, she didn't intend to eat this stuff.

But watching her raise her white and tender hands, telling herself that her hands were not dirty, she nodded and said, "All right."

The orange was quickly peeled by her, and Jiang Rongjing ate a piece, which made her frown so sorely, but the child still looked at her brightly: "Is it sweet?"

"It's pretty sweet, but I can't eat anything too sweet."

Leaving this sentence behind, Jiang Rongjing put on his helmet and drove back.

As a result, because of this sentence, the child collected a bunch of sour food for her to eat. After Zhou Bingyan found out about this, she laughed so hard on the phone that she couldn't straighten up: "You asked a little girl to cure you!" ? I said if you ignore her, it’s over.”

Zhou Bingyan was right, just ignore her, but Jiang Rongjing couldn't forget those eyes and that sweet voice for no reason.

It's very comfortable to listen to.

Probably she called a beautiful sister into her heart one by one.

Zhou Bingyan clicked her tongue and said, "So you like to listen to Rainbow Farts. It's easy to say, when you come back someday, I will definitely prepare a speech as long as it is to welcome you."

Later, she was busy with the engineering project, Jiang Rongjing didn't drive there for a few days to relax, and when she went there again, she found the child drawing in the pavilion.

She painted so seriously that she didn't even notice when she arrived.

In the sketchbook, a woman under the ginkgo tree leaning on the locomotive was vividly depicted. The picture had a strong contrast of light and dark, rich layers, and it could be seen that the painting skills were very good.

"Are you an art student?"

Jiang Rongjing's voice suddenly appeared behind him, and the person who was still drawing was obviously taken aback. When he turned around, his face was a strange red, and he quickly closed the sketchbook.

"No, no, I taught myself."

Facing Jiang Rongjing's gaze, the child said in a stuttering voice: "Sister, I drew you because you are beautiful and your car is also beautiful. I...I didn't mean to offend you."

"Do you want to sit?"

The child's eyes glowed brightly: "Yeah!"

"Not today, let's do it another day."

Another day.

The child's eyes dimmed a little, which was probably a polite word for rejection.

But she quickly picked up a bunch of roses made of ginkgo from under the stone table in the pavilion, and handed them to Jiang Rongjing, "Sister, thank you for lending me the phone last time, I made these flowers myself , send, send to you."

The yellow-green ginkgo leaves are assembled into rose petals. The lines on the top are clear and clean, and it looks like it has been cleaned specially.

"pretty."

Jiang Rongjing reached out to take it.

When receiving the flower, the fingertips of the two touched together.She could clearly see that the child was blushing from his face to his ears.

"Sister, sister, I still have something to do, let's go first."

The thin figure picked up the sketchbook and plunged into the fallen leaves of the ginkgo tree.

Later, Jiang Rongjing didn't come back for nearly a week, and when she came again, she didn't see anyone in the pavilion. She had figured out the rule that the child came every three days, so it was logical that she would come today.

It was getting dark.

A black Bentley suddenly approached, and the butler, Uncle Zhang, got out of the car with a heavy expression on his face, "Miss, madam tells you to go back quickly."

"what happened?"

"Madam didn't say anything."

Jiang Rongjing glanced at the small pavilion, fiddled with the two helmets on the handlebar with his fingers, got up and walked towards Bentley, and said calmly: "Let's go, Uncle Zhang, remember to have someone transport the car back later."

……

It was dark at sea level.

The wind blew slowly, Jiang Rongjing propped his hands on the railing, and the blue hair was lifted behind his shoulders by the wind, and the corner of his eyes glanced at Gu Yan who was looking at the sky with excitement, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

"What happened later? Did she find the ugly kid?"

Gu Yan was excited to hear her tell the story.

"I didn't find it, but they met again later." Jiang Rongjing reached out to smooth her tangled hair, "We're still together."

For a long time afterwards, Jiang Rongjing sent people to find the girl named Yuan Bao, but nothing came of it.

She didn't know why she did this, maybe it was because she owed her something and she didn't do it, and she herself didn't like breaking promises.

The voices of the people beside me rubbed into the waves, and the rustling was very comfortable to hear.

Gu Yan thought it was a story of sadomasochistic love, going around half a lifetime before meeting each other, so she couldn't help curling her lips: "Isn't this the Lily version of Cinderella?"

Jiang Rongjing's eyes fell on the tip of her round and handsome nose, and he said with a smile: "Well, it's really quite gray. I also heard this story from others."

"Thanks to the story, if I were that ugly kid, I would definitely call on my mobile phone when I borrowed the phone, so wouldn't I have the contact information of the beautiful sister? Why have I waited for so many years?"

"Huh? Ah Yuan still wants other people's contact information?"

Jiang Rongjing's slender eyebrows frowned slightly.

"No, in my eyes there is no one better than you." Gu Yan looked at her very seriously, "I just think that ugly kid doesn't know how to seize the opportunity, so I substituted it a little bit."

Jiang Rongjing laughed when he heard this.

A ray of light suddenly came out from the sky, and the dull black color was swallowed up bit by bit. The faint morning light was reflected behind Jiang Rongjing, and that smile shook people's hearts.

Gu Yan looked at her with straight eyes. For a moment, he turned his eyes to the sea level. A round of red sun slowly emerged from above, and the golden light spread on the sea.

This kind of scenery is beautiful and beautiful, and it is boring if it is boring.

But... Gu Yan couldn't help turning her head to look at Jiang Rongjing, her whole face was stained with a layer of red light, a shadow fell on the bridge of her straight nose, and her exquisite facial features were a little more sacred.

The distance between the shadows of the two people in Class A gradually approached and merged together.

Gu Yan raised his head and pressed the golden light on those red lips under his lips, acting as piously as if he was worshiping his own belief.

"Jiang Rongjing."

"Ok?"

"I love you."

The author has something to say: President Jiang: Wife, I love you too.

Gu Yan held a 49-meter machete: One ugly child is your love?Claws.

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 little prince who sells jujube;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 2 ghosts with real names; 1 sweet girl from Yuyan and the little prince who sells jujubes;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of mc; 8 bottles of Xu Jiaqi's real girlfriend; 7 bottles of Ameng; 5 bottles of Qingyan Zhijiong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!