After wearing the book, the white lotus boss pretends to be poor every day

Chapter 124, use my whole life as a hire, to marry you
"Si Miao, this is..." Zhuang Huan saw Shi Simiao with such an expression for the first time.

Shi Simiao did not speak, but took out a book from the desk and handed it over: "Do you know this book?"

Of course Zhuang Huan knew: "This is your favorite book of poetry. I remember you kept holding it when you were in school, and..."

"And what?" Shi Simiao sat on the sofa with a soft tone.

Zhuang Huan's eyes drooped slightly: "And I heard that when you confessed to the school belle, you used this poem and composed the music yourself."

"Confession? Where did you hear the news?" Shi Simiao was stunned for a moment. Where is this gossip?

Zhuang Huan smiled lightly: "Of course I have my own way, but I heard that you didn't confess your love afterwards. I don't know the specific reason."

"Have you heard that song?" Shi Simiao asked.

Zhuang Huan laughed and shook his head: "How could I have heard of it, you are looking for the school belle to confess your love, not me."

There is a sour taste in the depths of the words.

The corners of Shi Simiao's mouth curled up, he got up and walked to the piano, and sat down.

Fingers drop a burst of notes on the piano.

"The sunshine that used to be brightened when I met him;

The previous gloom was dispelled only because of him.

It was a small joke of one or two sentences at the beginning, but I took it seriously.

In the most beautiful years, just to meet him,

Even if it means losing him..."

This is the first time Zhuang Huan heard Shi Simiao sing, and it was a confession song prepared for others.

Feeling sour and a little bit bitter.

At the end of the last tune, Shi Simiao turned his eyes and looked over, noticing Zhuang Huan's expression, the corner of his mouth smiled even wider.

Open your mouth: "Moved?"

"...No, how could I be moved by the love between you and Xiaohua? I'm not the person involved?" Zhuang Huan didn't really want to talk about this topic.

Shi Simiao smiled lightly: "How do you know that you are not the person involved?"

"I..." Zhuang Huan just wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, staring blankly at the man sitting in front of the piano.

"you……"

Shi Simiao looked at the book of poems in Zhuang Huan's hand, and said, "Do you know why I carry that book of poems with me all the time?"

Zhuang Huan shook his head in a daze.

Shi Simiao was a little helpless: "Because I didn't have the courage at that time, I thought that if one day, that idiot discovered the secret inside, I might have the courage to tell it, but it's a pity that that idiot seems to be more timid than me. .”

"Wh... What's the secret?" Zhuang Huan felt that his brain was a little lack of oxygen at this time, his heartbeat was accelerating, and he always felt that something exceeded his expectations.

I don't know whether what I'm about to face is a good thing or a bad thing.

Shi Simiao pointed to the collection of poems on the side: "If you want to know, open it yourself."

Hearing this, Zhuang Huan stretched out his hand and was about to put it on the poetry collection, but he hesitated for a while with his fingertips.

Shi Simiao was not in a hurry and just waited quietly.

Ever since Zhuang Huan started joking with innocence during the last meal, Shi Simiao decided to have a showdown.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Huan took a deep breath, as if exhausting all his strength, picked up the poetry collection, and opened it.

Seeing the contents inside, he froze for a moment.

"This……"

Zhuang Huan froze over one by one.

Shi Simiao got up and walked to Zhuang Huan, knelt in front of Zhuang Huan, looked at the person who was standing there, and said, "In 2000, September 9th, Teacher's Day, the boys singing on the podium, look It sounds very confident, but I have to say, the singing is really ugly."

"On October 2000, 10, I met him again, always smiling, as if he never had any troubles."

"September 2001, 9, in the sophomore class of senior high school, I met him again and sat at the same table. Then I realized that his name was Zhuang Huan. His name seemed very serious, but I..."

"September 2001, 9, the first day of military training, I found that Zhuang Huan liked to eat the braised pork in the canteen, but I think the braised pork here is not as good as the ones made at home. Try it."

"20..."

"On May 2003, 5, I made a song and wanted to sing it to Zhuang Huan, but that idiot didn't seem to care. Would he treat me like a monster?"

"..."

"2020, December 12rd, I heard Zhuang Huan's joke today, and I took it seriously. At that moment, I really wanted to agree, but I knew that I couldn't be so hasty. He is the person I guarded with my entire youth. .”

"2020, December 12th, I really want to tell him everything, will he agree?"

These diaries, one by one, from the first year of high school more than ten years ago until yesterday, all the diaries about Zhuang Huan are in this book.

This is not a collection of poems, but pieces of love letters wrapped in a collection of poems.

For Zhuang Huan, this is a love letter.

Listening to Shi Simiao's reciting one by one, without missing a single sentence, it seemed as if the memories of the past had passed through his mind again.

Shi Simiao looked at the man with red eyes in front of him, and said, "Zhuang Huan, today is 2020, December 12th, I will play the confession song I prepared for you, and I will tell you what I have always wanted to say." .”

"Zhuang Huan, from meeting to today, a total of 7391 days, from acquaintance to acquaintance, there has been confusion and ambiguity in the middle, but there has always been a lack of courage."

"Zhuang Huan, it is 13:14 in the afternoon. I want to spend every 1314 with you in the future. This is all my property now. Yanyan belongs to her. These are mine. I am willing to use these , and my whole life as an engagement, to marry you."

After speaking, Shi Simiao took out the documents that he had prepared long ago.

Zhuang Huan stared blankly at the transfer of assets in his hand, completely dumbfounded.

Shi Simiao was not in a hurry, and just quietly waited for Zhuang Huan to react, and for him to give himself an answer.

Ten minutes later, Zhuang Huan slowly digested today's cognitive shock, put down the asset transfer document, picked up the book of poems, and said with bright eyes, "This...that is to say, you don't like school girls!"

The corner of Shi Simiao's mouth curled up: "When did I say I liked it?"

Zhuang Huan was taken aback.

That's right, Shi Simiao never admitted it.

Zhuang Huan remembered that he was still jealous of the school girl just now, and his ears couldn't help turning red, and he coughed lightly: "Then... where's the colorful candy?"

When he said this, Zhuang Huan looked a little cautious.

In the diary, everything was mentioned, but this was not mentioned.

Sure enough, when asked about colorful candies, Shi Simiao was silent.

The stars in Zhuang Huan's eyes also gradually dimmed, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Forget it, don't say it if you don't want to, you can tell me this today, to be honest, I'm really excited, I promise to be with you , I don't care about your past, your past stories, I only care about your future, the future of the two of us."

　Going to check today, tenosynovitis, autism.

　　It is estimated that during this period of time, various papers, various documents, and online articles were piled up together, and then that was it.

　　There will be another update later, today's update has been waiting for a long time.

　　Good night fairies, let's see the next update tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)