"Not ready yet."

Jiang Qinghuai breathed out softly, seeming a little confused. He turned to look at him, frowned slightly and said, "I don't want to keep my hair short anymore, but..."

She paused and said nothing.

Wei Qingfan knew the reason why she originally had short hair, and probably understood her conflicted mood now, but he didn't mention it. He smiled and looked out the window again, smiled softly and said, "Grow your hair long."

Jiang Qinghuai turned his head and looked over, his eyebrows filled with doubts and curiosity, waiting for him to explain the reasons for this suggestion.

Wei Qingfan seemed to notice it, looked over again, looked into her clear and bright eyes and smiled: "I have never seen you with long hair."

Jiang Qinghuai's fair and tender face was flushed red, and he felt hot. He was too embarrassed to look at him and quickly averted his eyes. He seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth and closed it again.

Wei Qingfan didn't seem to think this was presumptuous or rude at all. He looked at her blushing side face and said with a smile, "It must be pretty."

Jiang Qinghuai was shy, flustered and happy at the same time. He still didn't dare to look at him. He tried to calm down and muttered in a low voice: "It's none of your business..."

"I look happy!"

Wei Qingfan continued to smile, "I saw you playing with your friends at the school gate; I saw you in the examination room, looking unreasonable and crazy; I saw you looking smart and free and easy after the exam; I saw you during the summer vacation.

You look angry; I’ve seen you doing laundry and cooking, you’re sensible and virtuous; I’ve seen you look surprised on the train;

"I saw your serious, gentle and busy look in the university; I saw your fearless and heroic look that night; I saw your fragile and pale look in the hospital; I saw your capable and mature look in the company; I saw you in the office

The way you look attentive and considerate...and of course the way you wear a miniskirt and black stockings..."

He spoke softly and softly. Jiang Qinghuai next to him was already blushing. He wanted to refute several times, but seemed to be afraid of interrupting his mood, so he endured it and sat quietly next to him, his face red.

, with bright eyes, looking sideways at him as if surprised or panicked.

"I saw you wearing a swimsuit today..."

Wei Qingfan's smile became more obvious, but his eyes and tone became gentler, "I want to see more...such as how your hair looks like."

Jiang Qinghuai once again looked away in panic under his burning gaze, bit his lip gently, and said in a low voice like a mosquito, "Yeah."

In the night scene, floor-to-ceiling windows, and in the light, the sound is very light, like the breeze, like the first snow, like the night sky, like time, and like the future.

It's not a sound image, it's an image in my mind.

Wei Qingfan breathed a sigh of relief, and moved his gaze up slightly with a vacant look. He quickly got out of this state and turned around. Jiang Qinghuai was looking at him, his eyes gentle and calm, and slightly curious.

She blinked slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"..."

Wei Qingfan silently forced a smile.

Jiang Qinghuai was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to understand something. The shy and surprised expression on his face slowly disappeared, and he still stared at him. He bit his lower lip lightly and looked out the window again. His voice was very soft, but it came through clearly.

: "What did you mean by what you said in the car this morning...?"

Wei Qingfan didn't seem surprised by the answer. He coughed heavily and turned around to face her.

Jiang Qinghuai turned around again and saw that he pointed at his heart with one finger, then at his face, and then at his mouth.

Jiang Qinghuai looked at him, his expression gradually changing from doubtful to calm, then he pursed his lips, then gently raised a hand to cover his mouth, his clear eyes quickly filled with mist.

She blinked hard, trying to clear her dim vision again, but after the mist turned into tears, her vision was not clear, but was filled with more tears.

She sniffed, quickly wiped away her tears, and looked at him with wide eyes, as if she was afraid of missing even the slightest change in her expression.

Wei Qingfan subconsciously raised his hand, then put it down again, smiling softly: "Don't cry... I'll tell you a story, okay?"

Jiang Qinghuai nodded vigorously, quickly wiped away his tears with both hands, sniffed, adjusted his breathing, sat up straight with his back, and turned to look at him.

Wei Qingfan also turned his body back, facing the window again, and said in a tone like a sigh: "I once had a daughter."

Jiang Qinghuai's expression froze slightly, and then he heard him turn his head, with a complicated smile on his face, guilt, relief, relaxation, anticipation... He stared at her, just like she was staring at him at the moment, and continued in a very soft tone.

road:

"Her mother gave her a very nice name, Wei Jianjia."

Ahhhh! After so many chapters and the pace is so slow, I finally wrote this chapter!!!
Chapter completed!