Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old-Chapter 1930 - Extra A Brand New Life 45 (Jiang Yue and Xue
Chapter 1930: Extra: A Brand New Life 45 (Jiang Yue and Xue Yan)
Chapter 1930: Extra: A Brand New Life 45 (Jiang Yue and Xue Yan)
“Everyone likes to talk to you,” Chen Sheng continued, “you can chat with everyone, Zhou Ping is so straightforward, he never compromises himself, yet he can chat so well with you; teachers like you too because you are diligent and obedient; all the parents in our neighborhood like you, you are polite and know everyone, especially the grandparents in the neighborhood who can be really nagging—sometimes annoyingly so. I know you get annoyed by them too, but you are the only one who never ignores them. They are only happy when they see you, even if you scold them, they are still happy; and me, I nag too. I have had many friends as I have grown up, but the only one who has stayed in touch with me since we were children, and not just stayed in touch but in frequent contact, is you.”
Hearing this, Xu Yi suddenly realized that Chen Sheng had never said she was short, had never mentioned her plain looks, had never criticized her academic performance, had never said…
Even when joking, even in the playschool days when they were naughtiest and knew nothing, he had never said…
He had never spoken a word about her flaws…
It was as if he constantly saw nothing wrong in her, as if he always looked at her through a filter…
So, it turns out…
So, it turns out…
Xu Yi’s tears just started to fall. It turns out, in his eyes, she had never had a single flaw.
“Why are you crying?” Chen Sheng panicked and quickly pulled out a pack of tissues, trying to wipe her tears.
They had known each other for so long, and it wasn’t the first time he had seen her cry, but it was indeed the first time he had seen her suddenly break down like this.
Xu Yi, unable to stop crying, yet tried hard to look at Chen Sheng and said, “Chen Sheng, let’s be together. I know I like you now.”
She also remembered that throughout her life, whenever she needed someone, her first call was not to her parents, but to Chen Sheng.
Like in kindergarten, when someone bullied her, she would yell, “Chen Sheng, someone is bullying me.”
Latter, knowing that fighting was wrong, she no longer dared to call on Chen Sheng to fight but instead pulled him along to complain to the teacher.
Later on, when they were no longer little kids and had grown up, they no longer always stuck together hand in hand with school bags on their backs; she had new friends, and he had new friends, but whenever she said the word, he would still come right over.
Later, when they were even older and knew much more, she began to overthink things and felt a bit insecure. She didn’t want to trouble him too much and would try to handle things by herself rather than always troubling Chen Sheng, but whenever she couldn’t fix something on her own, he was still the first person she sought.
Like when she was in university in another city and was extremely maladapted, getting skinny very rapidly. She didn’t tell her family or Jiang Yue and the others. If she hadn’t met with Jiang Yue and the others during this National Day, they wouldn’t have known she was struggling with university life. She was worried about making her family and Jiang Yue and the others anxious, but without a second thought, she told Chen Sheng.
Chen Sheng was so worried that it gave him ulcers, but he still always took the bus to her university or called her, video chatting to comfort her, staying by her side until she gradually adjusted.
In WeChat chats, even if she didn’t pin Chen Sheng to the top, his chats were always at the top. The messages, the voice messages, and the video calls they exchanged were numerous; she never had to search, opening WeChat she would see messages from Chen Sheng. It was such a habit that she never questioned what it really meant.
Now she understood that this must be what liking someone feels like.
She liked Chen Sheng.
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