MTL - The Whole World Knows She Loves Me-Chapter 11 in

Jiang Liuyi knew that Song Xian was shy and embarrassed to have intimacy outside, but she didn't expect her to be so shy that she was even embarrassed to hold hands.

Although she didn't know why she held Song Xian's hand so naturally at that time.

After the two arrived home, Song Xian wanted to retouch the pictures, and Jiang Liuyi went to the piano room to practice. The sound insulation effect of the piano room was very good, and no sound could be heard. Song Xian had a popular model on the screen. The wechat group on the bottom right of the computer popped up, she clicked on it casually, and the chat inside was full of enthusiasm.

[He Xiaoying, is what you said true or false? Is it that Jiang Liuyi who plays the piano has the same name and surname? 】

[Fuck! He Xiaoying, you are awesome! How did you get it? 】

He Xiaoying changed her usual posture in the group, and posted a waving emoticon: [Low-key, low-key, don't spread it, in case Meixiu finds out...]

[Understood, beat the big brother on the back, this time, isn't Meixiu under the pressure? 】

Editor-in-Chief Yuan Hong also stood up and said: [The interview has not started yet, everything is subject to change. Just now I discussed with the superiors and decided to change this interview to a secret one. Before the magazine comes out, no one is allowed to reveal any information! 】

The main reason is that they are afraid that Meixiu will make things worse. Meixiu has used them to compete for models in the past few years, from bidding to making dirty tricks, so to be on the safe side, they decided not to make it public this time.

There was no disagreement in the group, and Song Xian closed the WeChat group when he saw that he had nothing to do.

When I exited, I caught a glimpse of the two people at the top of WeChat, the one below was Bai Ye, and the last conversation was three years ago.

She sent: [Teacher, I'm sorry. 】

Bai Ye replied to her: [Song Xian, come back when you figure it out. 】

Her eyes were dim, and she turned off WeChat, but she didn't want to edit the picture anymore.

The living room was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat clearly. Song Xian put down the computer and went back to the room, wanting to take a lunch break, but the sparrows were chirping outside the window. She lifted the thin quilt and got up, sat in front of the bay window, watching a group of sparrows flying In the past, with a whoosh.

The pencil was in the drawer of the bedside table, and there was a blank drawing paper. Song Xian looked down for a few seconds before picking up the pencil.

When Jiang Liuyi walked out of the piano room, she didn't see Song Xian in the living room. The computer was turned off, so she was obviously not working. She stepped on her slippers and walked to the door of the room. From a distance, she saw Song Xian bowing her head and drawing.

Song Xian's painting posture is very casual, leaning against the bay window, with his legs curled up, the drawing paper resting on his legs, the tip of the pen touches the paper lightly, rustling sounds can be heard in the quiet environment, and the picture looks cozy and beautiful.

This is not the first time for Jiang Liuyi to see human paintings.

In the past, she often accompanied Yu Bai to paint, and Yu Bai liked painting very much. Every time he paints, he must make all preparations. In her words, he must have a correct and pious attitude.

She just accompanied her, watching her busy, and finally sat upright in front of the easel, writing and sketching.

It's completely different from Song Xian.

Then she was stunned, seeing the person she had mistaken for the first time, now doing the same thing, the same movement, but she could easily distinguish the difference.

Jiang Liuyi paused as she was about to walk in. After a few seconds, she slowly backed away and left the room. When she arrived at the piano room, she found it difficult to calm down and continue playing the piano.

The sheet music was lying on top of the piano, Jiang Liuyi sat down, and played unconsciously. The messy notes floated in the piano room, which was not pleasant to listen to.

After the song was over, she put down the cover of the piano, closed the score, and put the mobile phone on the table beside her, making noise for no reason, as if indicating that the patience of the caller was about to run out.

At the last second of the ring, she answered the phone.

Then came her mother's voice: "Are you willing to answer the phone?"

Jiang Liuyi was silent, and called: "Mom."

Her mother laughed angrily: "Mom? You still see me as a mother in your eyes? Do you never plan to go home?"

Jiang Liuyi said, "No."

Her mother took a deep breath and said in a calm tone: "No? How long has it been since you went home?"

Jiang Liuyi thinks carefully, it seems that after she married Song Xian, she never went home again, because her parents did not agree with her marriage.

She and Song Xian received the certificate directly, and then told their family members that they did not expect their parents to react so strongly.

Jiang Liuyi said: "I will go home when I have time."

Her mother asked: "No time recently? What are you doing? Qiu Shui said that you just finished your tour and are taking a break."

Jiang Liuyi held her breath, "I'm busy."

"What are you busy with?" Her mother asked, "What can you be busy with? Besides playing that broken piano every day, what else can you be busy with?"

Jiang Liuyi pursed her lips, not really wanting to talk, because if she spoke, she would quarrel.

When she was very young, she was forbidden to touch music, let alone play the piano. Once I went to Zhao Yuebai's house and saw her sister playing the piano. She was very interested and fell in love with it. In the cram school, her parents were busy with business and had no time to take care of her. When she found out that she fell in love with playing the piano, she had already represented the school in the competition.

Since then, the disputes at home have never stopped. There was a competition at school, and she secretly found a place to train. Her father found her after drinking too much. He didn't know where he found the stick, so he wanted to beat her. , it was Yu Bai who pounced on her, and she finished the competition.

After that, she was kicked out of the Jiang family...

Jiang Liuyi came back to her senses, and heard her mother's voice gradually becoming hysterical, and she growled and said: "Okay, you have achieved success in playing the piano now, and if you don't want to change jobs, we won't force you, but your marriage is too much. Impulsive!"

It was a little impulsive, Jiang Liuyi didn't say anything, and acquiesced.

Her mother continued: "There is no banquet yet, you still have a chance to turn around!"

Jiang Liuyi suddenly had a headache. She sat on the chair and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Mom, I'm fine now, and my marriage is also fine. Song Xian and I have discussed the banquet, and we'll do it after a while."

"You still don't know how to repent?" Her mother was angry: "What on earth do you mean? You purposely annoy me and your dad, and you just choose someone to marry, right?"

Jiang Liuyi tried her best to suppress her temper: "I didn't."

Her mother asked, "No? Why is that? Do you like that woman?"

Jiang Liuyi opened her mouth and was tongue-tied. Her silence was rewarded with louder accusations from her mother. She put the phone aside and let her finish the scolding.

Anyway, she's used to it.

I don't know how long it took, the phone end finally fell silent. Jiang Liuyi hung up the phone after she couldn't hear the voice on the other end. When she left the piano room, it slowly turned dark. She walked to the door of the room and saw that Song Xian was still in the afternoon. That posture, the curled legs didn't change, she suddenly thought of the sentence her mother asked.

[Why is that? Do you like that girl? 】

Does she like Song Xian?

Jiang Liuyi didn't know, she didn't hate Song Xian, she liked to get along with her very much, these two months were the few happy days she had in many years, relaxed and comfortable.

Song Xian likes her so much, maybe she should also try to like Song Xian.

Jiang Liuyi put aside distracting thoughts, walked into the room lightly, stood behind Song Xian, and watched her draw.

She thought that Song Xian was painting the scenery outside the window, but she did not expect that she was actually painting the river in the afternoon, a puddle of water, a river, a gravel road by the river bank, shaded by weeping willows by the roadside, and two or two pedestrians on the road, walking to the side , There are countless restaurants, the photos in front of the restaurants and the LOGO in the banners, Jiang Liuyi couldn't believe it, it was only one afternoon, Song Xian actually memorized them all, and the drawing was like a photo.

The difference is that the photo is in color, but the one in front of her is black and white.

And it was magnified.

Seeing that Song Xian finished painting, Jiang Liuyi stretched out her hand and asked, "Is this me?"

A slender finger appeared in front of Song Xian. It was slender and straight. Song Xian stared sideways at that hand with light in his eyes.

"What are you drawing again?"

"Huh? Are you drawing me?"

Memory and reality overlapped, Song Xian was in a trance for two seconds, she suddenly stretched out her hand to hold Jiang Liuyi's wrist, very hard, as if afraid that the speaker would walk away, Jiang Liuyi cried out in pain: "Song Xian?"

Song Xian turned her head and saw Jiang Liuyi close in front of her eyes. The light in her eyes dimmed instantly. She nodded and let go of Jiang Liuyi's hand.

Jiang Liuyi asked: "How did you come up with the idea to draw this?"

Song Xian's expression remained the same; "It's okay to be idle, just draw." After she finished speaking, she crumpled the piece of paper just now, and Jiang Liuyi frowned: "I don't want to draw anymore?"

Song Xian said, "It's not pretty."

Where is it not good? Jiang Liuyi still knows a little bit about painting, but she couldn't draw the painting just now without the foundation, it can be said to be lifelike, she took it over and said, "If you don't want it, can you give it to me?"

Song Xian looked at her for a few seconds: "It's up to you."

Jiang Liuyi put away the painting and put it aside. She heard Song Xian's hiss in her ear. She turned her head and saw that Song Xian had pulled down the curtain. Half of her figure was submerged in darkness. Jiang Liuyi asked: " What's wrong?"

Song Xian's voice was lower than usual: "I've been sitting for a long time, my legs hurt, can you hug me to the bed?"

After sitting for an entire afternoon, Jiang Liuyi came out for the first time and saw that she hadn't changed her position until now, and the pain was normal.

Jiang Liuyi walked to her side, lowered her body and hugged her. Song Xian had a well-proportioned frame and was tall, with her legs resting on Jiang Liuyi's arms. She hugged her to the bedside. Song Xian said, "It still hurts, can you rub it for me?" rub?"

She rarely acted like a baby, Jiang Liuyi thought, Song Xian in the room was different from usual, but she didn't think too much, just asked: "Where does it hurt?"

Song Xian said, "The legs are here."

Jiang Liuyi put her hand on her calf. After returning home, Song Xian changed into loose clothes. She pulled up her trouser legs, and Jiang Liuyi's hand touched the skin of her calf without hindrance. The skin was tender and smooth, and Jiang Liuyi's face gradually became hot in the dark , the breathing fluctuates significantly.

Song Xian said, "A little bit above."

Jiang Liuyi put her hands on her knees.

Song Xian was dissatisfied: "A little higher."

Over the knee, stick to the thigh, and then up...