irresistible sweetness

She only drew a rough outline, and she remembered the figures of the two of them, as well as the clothes they wore.

Jiang Yuye's eyes softened a lot, and he turned to the second page.

After eating the noodles, because of Feng Qingyue's payment, he was rarely embarrassed, so he thought of sending her home to repay her favor.

In the painting, he was riding a locomotive, and after sending her home, he left a string of indifferent exhaust fumes for her. After all, the two of them were not familiar with each other at that time, and they didn't expect that there would be such a deep relationship in the future.

Jiang Yuye turned over one by one, she only drew what she thought was meaningful, and she also drew a picture of frost flowers and bubbles separately.

Then there is the summer camp, the scene of the eight people toasting to celebrate that night.

Jiang Yuye looked at the only photo of him and Feng Qingyue on the wall, it was still standing on the rostrum, there were many people beside them, they were all wearing school uniforms, he was the only one wearing a T-shirt, he was out of tune with them.

He locked this picture album together with his diary. This diary, which he has been writing since he was a child, only records the things he thinks are meaningful and the things that make him sad. Some are very long and some are few. sentence.

He spread the diary on the table, thought for a long time, only wrote one sentence, and then locked it in the table box.

……

Feng Qingyue didn't know how to comfort him, so he just replied: [No, Aunt Wen is working hard to fight against the illness, she will not abandon you. 】

Wen Linshu had a heart disease, and medicine couldn't cure her at all.

The third year of high school could no longer be as leisurely as before, and during this period Lu Yizhao fell ill again.

It took about a few minutes for Jiang Yuye to reply: [Same as usual. 】

His entire face turned purple, and he looked very painful. Gu Ranqiao shed a lot of tears because of Lu Yizhao's heart problem.

She raised him from a young age, just like her own son.

"That's right." Gu Ranqiao continued: "The world's number one hacker I mentioned last time has news. He has arrived in Lincheng. I also told him what to check. I will tell you if there is news. .”

When she came back again, her expression turned from worry to joy: "Qingqing, Xiao Zhao has been saved. Just now the director of Jingdu Hospital called me and said that there is a heart that can match Xiao Zhao in country M, no matter whether it can be done or not." , I will take him to try.”

She was going to give a speech under the national flag that day, and she had memorized the manuscript by heart. The students who could enter Lincheng No. [-] Middle School were all students with good grades in surrounding schools.

If doing business is as simple as he said, why did he only reply to her messages at one or two o'clock in the morning every day.

Feng Qingyue didn't expose him either, the only thing she was worried about now was Wen Linshu's body, she thought it over before replying: 【Is your mother in good health? 】

She compromised: "Okay, but every night for self-study, Uncle Liu must pick you up. You can't walk alone at night. If you have anything to do, call your mother. I will come back depending on the situation. I will try my best during the Chinese New Year. return."

In the previous life, September No. 15 was the day when Wen Linshu died, Feng Qingyue was silent for a long time, life and death are just a human thought.

Feng Qingyue nodded her head obediently, and looked back at Lu Yizhao on the hospital bed with bruised lips. She also hoped that Lu Yizhao's life would be longer, not to die of illness at the age of 20, that would be a pity.

The school attached great importance to this speech, and prepared the manuscript for her in advance, so that Feng Qing could read it more and memorize it, and it would be best if she could go on stage without the manuscript.

Feng Qingyue was about to turn off his phone and go to sleep.

Lincheng No. [-] Middle School is also expanding, and there are capitalists funding the construction of a gymnasium next to it, and it will become more prosperous in the near future.

I like to be lively, I like to get along with my family and friends, and I am not used to being alone.

The phone vibrates.

Gu Ranqiao hesitated for a moment. The old lady Qiao's body is indeed not as good as before. She is also worried that she will be called to come to the city. Instead, it will become a burden for Feng Qingyue. She has to go to school and take care of the elderly. She is in her third year of high school, and this stage is her sprint stage.

He has already read half of the book.

"I'll call your grandma to take care of you. If it goes well this time, your mother will come back next semester."

Jiang Yuye sent a picture, it was the homework she assigned him today, and he finished it all.

Gu Ranqiao and Lu Yizhao left Lincheng on the first day of September and went to Country M.

Feng Qingyue only found out today that Jiang Yuye joined Jiang's company during the summer vacation.

In the first half of the year, Lincheng No. 3 Middle School ranked No. [-] and No. [-] in the National Mathematical Olympiad. As a result, the school received a wave of free publicity, resulting in more new students entering the school this year.

Because Feng Qingyue and Chen Songyi are well-known gods of learning in Lincheng.

Immediately afterwards, he added a sentence: [Little teacher, let's see if there is anything wrong. 】

Feng Qingyue checked it carefully, and then sent an OK gesture.

There are also a large part of them who come here just because of their reputation.

"No, but I can really take care of myself. Shall I send you a video report every day? Besides, grandma's health is getting worse and worse. I don't want her old man to toss back and forth."

After a while, Jiang Yuye sent her another book on economics and management.

Mrs. Qiao's health is a bit weaker this year, and she doesn't want to move anymore when she stays in Qianfeng Town, and she still suffers from motion sickness, so she refused to come to the city because she was not feeling well.

Feng Qingyue had no idea, and hoped that Wen Linshu would not follow the same trajectory as his previous life and die on September No. 15.

Feng Qingyue's eyes lit up, this matter has finally made progress.

How could it be possible for Feng Qingyue to let Mrs. Qiao, an old man, take care of her, so he quickly waved his hands: "I don't need grandma to take care of me. I can take care of myself by myself. Mom, you can take Ah Zhao with you."

This Saturday, and the next Monday, Feng Qingyue will give a speech under the national flag, and she will give the first lecture for freshmen entering the school.

Feng Qingyue accompanied Lu Yizhao in Lincheng Hospital, while Gu Ranqiao went out to answer the phone.

He sent a voice over, with a somewhat smug tone: "My old man praised me for being a business person. I stayed in his group for a long time during the summer vacation and found it to be quite simple. I pointed out a few questions to him. He praised me in front of those old shareholders, but I am still too young, I don’t have enough experience, and my insights are not in place, so he gave me a book and asked me to read and learn more.”

I saw Jiang Yuye sent another sentence: [I feel that she won't survive this month. 】

She fell asleep with something on her mind, and it was Monday in a blink of an eye.

"But……"

After Gu Ranqiao left with Lu Yizhao, Feng Qingyue felt for the first time that the house had become much deserted. In her previous life, she was used to being self-reliant, but in this life, she seemed to have become a lot more delicate.

Facing Canyang, Feng Qingyue walked to the rostrum under the adoring eyes of many students.

She was wearing a ponytail, and the bangs on her forehead were blown to both sides by the wind, revealing her smooth forehead.

When she spoke, her tone was powerful, and she raised her hand to inspire everyone: "We are all small particles in the universe, just like dusty stars, and one day they will shine brightly. You brush off the dust that covers you."

Standing below, Jiang Yuye's heart was beating violently because of her words. What he liked was her shining on the rostrum. Some people are naturally suitable for high places, and Feng Qingyue is just like him. No matter how tall he is, at this moment At this moment, he still looked up at her.

The sun was dazzling, and his expression was a little dazed. He looked at the faint smile on her face, and vaguely thought in his mind, he seemed... When did he see her like this, it was a little far away, and he couldn't remember.