Song Xiang and Yan Han looked at each other, turned around and saw Ethan taking the photo to the wall next to it that was covered with post-it notes. He posted the photo on it naturally and then wrote something on it.
Both of them were curious about what he wrote and stood up at the same time.
Song Xiang trotted over and reached the wall, where he saw two photos posted together.
The one above, she recognized at a glance, was that of Bo Siyan and his wife, the big star they had met at their wedding last time - Qin Songyao.
In the picture, the woman picked up the cream with her fingers and spread it all over the man's face. Although the man looked disgusted, he did not move back.
Ethan's caption: Shocked!
Below is the picture of Song Xiang and Yan Han. The two of them are close to each other. Yan Han lowers his head and speaks in her ear, with a clear upward curve at the corner of his mouth.
Ethan's caption: Shocked again!!
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han stood behind her and talked to Ethan: "Ayan has come back too?"
"Around June last year, he also brought his wife back." Ethan said with an exaggerated expression: "You two were really good at pretending to be otherworldly, but it turned out that you two were the first to get married, tsk tsk tsk."
Song Xiang looked at the post-it note on the wall, turned around and asked, "Are you in the same class as Bao Siyan?"
Yan Han nodded, "It's different."
"oh……"
Song Xiang looked at them one by one, and Yan Han was talking to Ethan from behind.
The walls are full of post-it notes, but most of them are in D, and occasionally there are one or two in Chinese. They are all crooked advertisements, and the edges of the paper are a little yellowed.
Suddenly, she sensitively noticed that among the wishes, there was a piece of paper written in Chinese, which looked like the word "strict".
She came closer, carefully opened the ones around her, and saw the one buried deep inside.
There are only three words on it.
Severe cold.
Song Xiang was startled for a moment and glanced at the signature.
——a.s.
She was thinking about some girl who had a crush on Yan Han, and was about to turn around and tease Yan Han when she suddenly remembered that the wall was covered with foreign languages, but this one was in Chinese with excellent handwriting, which showed that she was a compatriot who came to study abroad.
Do you know a girl from the same class as Yan Han?
"What are you thinking about?" Yan Han came over.
She retracted her hand, retracted the piece of paper, and shrugged, "No, just take a look."
"Don't look too closely. You've confessed to me a lot. I'm afraid you'll be jealous." He lowered his head and said deliberately in her ear.
Song Xiang sighed in his heart.
Fool, I've seen it.
She pulled him away, but instead of sitting back down, she went to the corner of the sofa.
As soon as she sat down, Yan Han lay down consciously and put his head on her lap.
"It's so heavy." She tapped his head with her finger.
He smiled harshly and closed his eyes, "Good boy, press it for me."
Song Xiang pouted, "You quite enjoy it."
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pressed it gently on him.
"Um, what's Qin Jianxi's English name?" she suddenly asked.
Yan Han didn't pay attention and said casually: "Why do you ask this?"
"I just saw a graduation wish in Chinese. I guess it was written by her, right?"
Yan Han rested his head on her thigh and gently tapped her leg with one hand, "anse, Anse, is this it?"
anse……
a.s.
really.
Song Xiang responded, "It seems so."
Yan Han didn't notice anything strange about her, so he took her hand and said, "Press here."
Song Xiang was a little distracted, thinking about the missed engagement between Qin Jianxi and Yan Han, and the few times they met. Qin Jianxi's attitude towards Yan Han was actually very subtle.