Social fear is forced to be the king of the sea in the breakup variety show

Qin Zhouwan didn't really understand why Yu Mian liked that painting until the auction.

He was late that day because he went to visit the artist's son first, and wanted to buy the painting outright at a relatively high price to avoid complications, but the other party told him that Mr. Yu had made the same request before, and the price he offered was About the same as him.

Qin Zhouwan understood what the painter's son meant. He just wanted to see the snipe and the clam fight, and he wanted to be a profitable fisherman.

Although there was no agreement on this matter, the painter's son still wanted to make friends with Qin Zhouwan, so he asked him if he knew why this painting was his father's favorite work.

Qin Zhouwan then learned that the painter had loved someone when he was young, and the other person was extremely outstanding, and soon he was appreciated by others and left the small town of his hometown, and the two never saw each other again in this life.

The painter's son pointed out to him the eagle feather on the painting: "The finishing touch of this painting is this feather. To my father, that person is an eagle. He flew away and never came back."

Qin Zhouwan looked at the empty balcony in the painting thoughtfully, and said after a long while: "That's it."

Yu Mian likes this painting because of him.

At that time, the house on the island was nearly completed, so he asked someone to draw the design overnight, and installed a terrace in the direction of the house near the canyon, and arranged it as in the painting.

Yu Mian stared blankly at the white curtains on the terrace, but didn't speak.

"Does Mianmian like it?" Qin Zhouwan asked.

Yu Mian lowered her eyes and nodded lightly.

Qin Zhouwan walked up to Yu Mian and squatted down, took his hand, took out a key from his coat pocket and put it in.

Then she raised her head and looked at him seriously: "Mianmian, I can give you whatever you want now."

The cold metal pressed against her palm, Yu Mian bit her lips and asked him, "Do you know why I like that painting?"

"I know," Qin Zhouwan answered Yu Mian as if he answered the teacher's question confidently in the laboratory back then, "The balcony is for Mianmian, and the people are also for Mianmian."

Yu Mian's eyes widened all of a sudden.

Qin Zhouwan stood up, gently hugged Yu Mian into his arms, lowered his head close to his ear, and said firmly, "Mianmian, I won't leave again, I will always be with you from now on."

Yu Mian's breathing stagnates.

The wind was strong on the island. Qin Zhouwan unbuttoned his coat and wrapped Yu Mian in. The corners of the clothes flew up and down. Yu Mian leaned against Qin Zhouwan's chest and smelled his scent. Hands wrapped around his waist.

The final selection was conducted at night through instant messaging. The program team sent the contact information of all the guests, and the guests called the person who wanted to confess their love in the order specified by the program team. If the other party accepted, they had to go to the room where the guest was. The location, so that the two people are counted as holding hands successfully. If they refuse, they only need to make it clear on the phone. If they are undecided, they can wait until all the people who have confessed to themselves have finished speaking before making a decision.

Zhao Zhenzhen called every guest to explain the rules. When Yu Mian was notified, he suddenly asked Zhao Zhenzhen a question: "Are you still sending text messages today?"

"No more," Zhao Zhenzhen thought that he might be worried about the text messages that he hadn't sent before, "Don't worry, I have already asked the copywriting team to write the text messages you are missing, and you can cooperate to record some scenes later."

Yu Mian shook her head: "I want to write it myself."

Zhao Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Okay, it's better if you write it yourself, but this can't be delayed for too long..."

Yu Mian interrupted her: "I'll write it now."

Zhao Zhenzhen said "Oh": "Then who are you going to send it to?"

Yu Mian whispered, "Qin Zhouwan."

Zhao Zhenzhen waited for him to continue talking, and didn't hear any movement for a long time, and then realized: "Send it to Qin Zhouwan?"

Yu Mian said "Yes", and then asked: "Can I send it to him before calling at night?"

Qin Zhouwan's serial number was the first, and he was the first to call to confess his love. Zhao Zhenzhen suddenly understood Yu Mian's meaning: "Are you trying to win over him?"

Yu Mian didn't speak, but Zhao Zhenzhen knew it was the default meaning.

She smiled and promised: "Okay, I will definitely do it for you. Our Young Master Yu only takes the initiative once in 800 years. How can I not help?"

Yu Mianshi's courage to like Qin Zhouwan disappeared for so many years, and finally returned to him.

He has never been good at expressing his feelings, but now he is holding his mobile phone and thinking hard about how to make up for Qin Zhouwan's missing text messages for so many days.

Qin Zhouwan saw Yu Mian nestled by the window alone, and wanted to go over to put a blanket on him, but Yu Mian hid nervously and covered the phone screen with his hands.

"What is Mianmian doing?" Qin Zhouwan asked seemingly unintentionally.

Yu Mian said, "Look at your phone."

"Avoid me while looking at your phone?" Qin Zhouwan looked at him casually.

Yu Mian blushed a little anxiously, and accidentally said, "You will know in the evening."

"Evening?" Qin Zhouwan raised his eyebrows, he didn't know what he thought of, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, "Okay, then I'll wait."

As night fell, Yu Mian sent the finished text messages to the designated number of the program group, adding the words "Qin Zhouwan" in front of each text message.

After a while, Qin Zhouwan's phone rang one after another. He unlocked the screen and saw many anonymous text messages.

"Thank you for buying me that painting."

"I like the balcony too."

……

"Can you think about me?"

Qin Zhouwan laughed out loud when he saw the last one. He glanced at Yu Mian, who was secretly watching his reaction, and said deliberately, "Mianmian, it seems that a lot of people sent me text messages today."

Yu Mian really took the bait, and explained to him seriously: "There is no need to send text messages today, I sent them all, because I haven't sent them to others for a long time, so I saved a lot of text messages."

Qin Zhouwan nodded solemnly: "Well, since Mianmian is working so hard, I'll think about it."

Yu Mian looked at him and asked uneasily, "Do you still think about others?"

Qin Zhouwan didn't answer, but made a phone call.

A few seconds later, Yu Mian's phone vibrated, and he pressed the answer button and stuck it to his ear. Qin Zhouwan's voice sounded both inside and outside the speaker, as if speaking in a valley, causing an echo.

"Mianmian, I like you and don't think about others." Qin Zhouwan stared at Yu Mian's eyes and said word by word.

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone neatly, so that even if someone still confessed to him, there was no way to call in again.

Yu Mian stared at him blankly, and the busy tone after hanging up rang in her ear.

Qin Zhouwan noticed that Yu Mian's eyes were red, and hurried over to hold his face in his hands: "What's wrong with Mianmian?"

Yu Mian's Adam's apple twitched, he stared at Qin Zhouwan, and repeated the words he said seven years ago: "Qin Zhouwan, will you be my boyfriend?"

Responding to him was a gentle but turbulent kiss. Qin Zhouwan caressed his lips while hugging him to the balcony. The sea under the moonlight was quiet and peaceful, and the shallow waves shone with light blue light.

Where the wind blows, the curtain billows, just like the past, I have seen the moon, fell in love with the moon, and now the moon has traveled through many years and finally arrived at my side.

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The author says:

After finishing writing, there is a small story behind.By the way, I would like to collect the new article "The school bully thought he was wearing a book".