Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

A little beast hidden in his heart was about to jump out, and when he arrived at the airport lobby, people were bustling with people. He looked around anxiously...

None of them were the figure he wanted.

and so.

He still missed it!

Sitting on the ground decadently, with no image at all, he scratched his hair irritably, feeling annoyed in his heart.

This is fate.

Missed it, there will never be again.

Just like when he missed Chi Xiaoxiao.

So far the woman owed him a dignified explanation.

But if I missed it, I missed it, and there will never be again.

Song Nanye hugged his head, lowered his eyebrows, his eye sockets turned red.

until--

A pair of white canvas shoes came into his eyes.

Slowly raised his eyes.

The sunshine of March burst on the top of his head, vainly falling on Jiang Beize's delicate eyebrows, as well as the fine fluff on his face.

As if dreaming, the boy in front of him grinned at him, grinned, showing two familiar little tiger teeth.

Then, softly and familiarly call him...

"master!"

"..."

Song Nanye stared at his face for an instant, his spotless eyes, his eyebrows like a new leaf, his clean and distinct outline.

At this moment, he had to admit that a certain part of his heart collapsed, like a soldier returning from the battlefield, waved to himself in front of his beloved one, and finally couldn't help throwing his helmet and armor, and was defeated.

"Why haven't you left?"

He didn't want to say this, his voice was a little hoarse, but this was what he could blurt out.

Jiang Beize sighed, "The plane is delayed, did the master come to see you off?"

"Bring it!"

"what?"

"Classmates!"

"Oh oh."

Jiang Beize hurriedly pulled out the classmates of the class from his bag.

This is the only classmate without Song Nanye.

It is also his regret.

Song Nanye took out a black ballpoint pen from his pocket and wrote a sentence straight on the last page.

Before Jiang Beize could see clearly what he had written, he clicked the classmate directly with a "pop".

"Know what I was thinking when I thought you had boarded the plane just now?"

"what??"

"What I want to say to you is written on it. Now you are not allowed to read it. I will read it on the plane!"

"okay."

Jiang Beize held this classmate in his arms as if holding a baby, and smiled at Song Nanye again.

"With the words written by the master, it is now a complete classmate! I have no regrets!"

"……Ok."

Song Nanye exhaled heavily.

"How long will the plane take off?"

"There are still ten minutes, what's wrong?"

"Sit down, ten minutes is enough."

"What are you doing?"

"Let you sit down! Can you listen carefully to what I say, don't keep asking me to repeat it twice!"

"Oh……"

It was the last day, and didn't want to conflict with him, Jiang Beize nodded obediently and sat down.

Song Nanye held his small ukulele in his arms and began to pluck the strings.

"Hey? You don't mean you can't play—"

"Shut up and listen to the lyrics quietly."

"Oh, alright."

Jiang Beize covered his mouth with both hands and looked at Song Nanye quietly.

The violent young man, with his eyebrows drooping, was like a baby at the moment, shrouded in light and shadow, and from his hands, he played a splendid flower...

"It doesn't matter you don't need to give me a chance, anyway, I still have a whole life to waste."

"I'm just a little bit stubborn. It's my strength."