After modification, enter the love game

"But it doesn't matter."

Ji Guochang did not speak.

He first glanced at his cup, then glanced at Jiang Quhan.

Finally, cough lightly.

"I feel thirsty all of a sudden."

Jiang Quhan: "..."

He rolled his eyes, stood up silently, and poured a glass of beer for Ji Guochang.

"Please."

"You are disrespectful." Ji Guochang glanced sideways, "What should I call you?"

"Ji Ji Chang?"

"...Tsk, how can you talk like that! Have you forgotten that I raised you with all my hard work?"

Ji Guochang felt that as an adoptive father, he should severely condemn his unfilial descendants.

Jiang Quhan silently picked up the empty beer bottle.

As we all know, beer bottles are wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, and have many different identities.

When it's full, it's the drink of the world.

But when it is empty, it will be a mixed cold weapon world...

Ji Guochang felt that as an adoptive father, he should endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens.

"Listen carefully, you are..."

Another person who is also worried is Yang Mei from the welfare home.

It was midsummer, and the phoenix tree leaves were waving in the heat, so green that they seemed about to drip. The girl looked at the pile of things in front of her that was taller than she was, and she had never felt so clearly how to write "powerlessness".

The house caught fire yesterday.

In weather like this, and in a place full of old, weak, sick and disabled people, accidents are of course prone to happen.

Fire is like a poisonous chameleon. Most of the time you are unaware of its existence, but when you are completely slack, it will suddenly jump out and swallow up all the beautiful things in your sight.

Fortunately, the fire was not big, only blackening a bedroom, and there were no casualties. The biggest injury was an old man who sprained his waist while running.

This was thanks to the fire extinguisher donated by a certain Mr. Jiang - otherwise the fire might have been even bigger.

The good news is that everyone in the hospital has come from the past era. Their awareness of prevention may not be very strong, but their awareness of risk avoidance is definitely excellent.

They were able to escape from under the shells back then, so there is no reason to panic over a small fire.

There's bad news, too.

Everyone's awareness of prevention was so strong that almost everyone acted decisively, grabbed their most important things and ran away.

That is the whole pile in front of Yangmei now...

The elderly obviously don't have the energy to clean up this pile of things that are piled up randomly.

It is not appropriate to hand it over to the caregiver, as there are many precious things in it, at least they are quite precious to the person involved.

If the caregiver bumps into something due to carelessness, it would be a serious sin.

So of course only Yangmei came.

As soon as Jiang Quhan walked into the door, he saw the youthful girl squatting there like a frost-bitten eggplant, and her ponytail, which used to bounce around, seemed to have wilted.

He walked over and gestured silently with sign language.

【What's wrong? 】

Then his hand was held.

He lowered his head, with an expression that said "You arrived just in time" without the need for sign language.

——After the girl gestured with tears in her eyes, Jiang Quhan quickly understood the situation.

【Shall we clean up together? 】

Yangmei raised her index finger and cutely made a small question mark on the side of her face.

blinked.

Jiang Quhan also smiled subconsciously and nodded silently.

In the face of such a major event, "confession" obviously has to take a back seat.

Anyway, the exams are over and there is a long vacation, so he has plenty of time to plan.

In that era, mobile phones had not yet developed and communication could only rely on letters. Every stroke on the small piece of letter paper carried a silent wish, and the distance between people was always very far.

But the distance between people seems very close, the streets are very long, time is very slow, meeting is neither hurried nor slow, and parting is reluctant.

Time goes by slowly, and a lifetime is only enough to love one person.

So they started sorting out the clutter.

There is indeed a lot of stuff in there.

Move away the large items outside, such as bedding, to expose the small parts.

Some ancient books, "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius", a worn-out fan, a pair of walnuts that had been polished for a long time, and other strange things.

Jiang Quhan felt someone patting his shoulder.

Turning around, I saw the girl's inexplicably excited face.

She held a well-preserved, thick envelope between her two fingers, and her expression seemed to be "eager to try".

Jiang Quhan put down a pair of iron balls and blinked in confusion.

【What's wrong? 】

[It seems to be a love letter.] Yang Mei was beaming with joy, [From Grandpa Wang, the one who always had a stern face.]

Then Jiang Quhan also became excited...

The two of them sat down under the sycamore tree at the same time, huddled together, like two clusters of intersecting shrubs, with the huge sycamore leaves swaying above their heads.

Of course Jiang Quhan and Yang Mei both knew who Grandpa Wang was.

This old man is a rare person in the yard without any disability. He always has a stern face, like a teacher from the old times.

According to people in the courtyard, Grandpa Wang was actually a teacher when he was young, and the only teacher in the village. He was quite respected. However, probably in order to maintain his dignity in front of children, his expression was always as stinky as a stone in a toilet, and he hated everyone equally.

The two volumes of Analects and Mencius that Jiang Quhan just packed up belonged to Grandpa Wang.

It’s hard to imagine that a person with such a personality would ever write a love letter.

Yangmei carefully opened the envelope, and gently pinched out two pieces of paper as if she was cutting tofu on a balloon.

Unfold.

The two young men leaned forward in tacit understanding, like two little thieves stealing oil.

"You've been gone for three weeks, and I've missed you so much! This time, I'm not saying goodbye like the last time, but I'm missing you so much."

As expected of a teacher, his handwriting is vigorous and powerful, winding like a city wall - in stark contrast to the affectionate content inside.

Yangmei was so excited that she almost dropped the envelope on the ground.

She looked at the first line of words, then carefully looked at the name "Wang Zaiwen" below it. She was tense for a full five seconds before she managed to hold back her laughter.

Jiang Quhan is different.

He read quickly and saw the last sentence at a glance.

"Kiss you deeply! Kiss you gently!"

Jiang Quhan and the lively Yangmei are different.

He held it tight for ten seconds before he could hold it tight...

The two young men looked at each other subconsciously, and saw impatience in each other's eyes.

【Continue?】 Jiang Quhan asked with his eyes.

【Go on!】Yang Mei answered with her eyes.

This time it was a different kind of handwriting - probably from a female whose name contained the word "Yue". The handwriting was small, gentle, and soft.

"Today is already Friday, and you've been gone for eight days. How come there is so little news from you? It really makes me feel depressed!"

"How is the student's teaching? You should get more sleep, drink less alcohol, and take a bath more often. I will check it when I come back!"

Wow.

Yangmei sighed silently.

Is this my wife?

She was still a young girl who had never been in love, but she could sense the tenderness between the lines.

Yang Mei had always thought that love should be passionate, with two people traveling together across mountains and seas, cheering for the vast world.

Of course Yangmei doesn’t know what real love is like, but that doesn’t stop her from fantasizing about it.

There is nothing wrong with fantasy.

But at this moment, this little girl's frivolous view of love was silently covered by a gentle yet grand love.

So this is what love is like... You don't have to go far, you don't have to go through anything, you don't even have to meet.

Just like the girl named "Yue" in the letter - they are far apart from each other, so they can only send their full thoughts through letters.

The letter contained all kinds of trivial matters. The man was worried about which of his students was stubborn and hard to correct, and he was so angry that he wanted to pick up a broom and hang him on the beam to beat him; the woman comforted him by saying that teaching and educating people, and teaching the student well, wasn't that something to be proud of?

There are all kinds of things, many of which are very diverse. There are peach trees in spring, tender green tea buds, thousands of miles of ice and snow in winter, lotus flowers blooming in the pond in summer, and I picked large leaves to make porridge. There is also a small dragonfly that landed on the palm of my hand and didn't want to leave.

They talked about so many things, but never missed a confession - either outright or with a hidden "I love you" in between the lines.

I love you, but I don't have to say it because you already know it.

I know you already know this, but I'm going to say it anyway because I love you that much.

So Yangmei subconsciously looked at Jiang Quhan.

The young man seemed to be lost in thought. His handsome and righteous profile floated in the light between the leaves, and his immature stubble was clearly visible.

As if he noticed the gaze, Jiang Quhan raised his face.

【What's wrong? 】He asked silently.

……nothing.

Yangmei quickly lowered her head, her face feeling hot.

Only then did she realize that the distance between the two of them seemed exceptionally close, even closer than that of "ordinary friends".

The four legs were put together, so intimate that it felt like they were in a bridal chamber.

Especially since she was petite, in this position, Jiang Quhan only had to lower his head slightly and she would be kissed without any resistance.

——If only he would really do that.

Yangmei was shocked by her sudden and bold idea.

She stood up in a panic, like a student being called by the teacher.

【Let’s go clean up the room! 】

Yangmei made a mess of sign language.

【Can. 】

Jiang Quhan was a little confused, but still nodded.

So they suddenly started to clean up the room.

If Jiang Quhan's parents saw this scene, they would probably be so shocked that they would be speechless.

Because Jiang Quhan is actually a rather lazy person. As a young master who has had servants to help him with housework since he was a child, he certainly can't be very diligent.