Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"It doesn't matter you don't need to be ashamed of me, maybe I like to be wasted by you."

"Whoever you desperately fall in love with today, I will face it calmly."

After singing this, he paused, and the motion of plucking the strings came to a halt, looking straight at Jiang Beize with pitch-black eyes.

Four eyes face each other.

An arrogant and domineering person, an inexperienced young man in the eyes of outsiders, is soft and soft in an instant, the light in his eyes is like exploded fireworks, seeping out little by little, brightly rising.

He moved his lips, and slowly and slowly sang the last lyrics:

"Even if I spend another ten years with you, it doesn't matter."

Just one song.

Jiang Beize's eyes were slightly warm, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"master……"

"Don't say anything, you go."

Letting him go is the best choice for Jiang Beize.

To bid farewell was Song Nanye's best explanation to Jiang Beize.

There is no conflict between the two.

Jiang Beize didn't say much, too many words, like a throat, unable to utter a word.

He finally turned around, turned his back to Song Nanye, and waved goodbye.

Song Nanye stood up from the ground and looked at his back.

The true liking is not asking for anything, not being selfish, not begging you to stay now, but begging you to look back later.

Do not regret all the decisions made today.

Jiang Beize's figure drifted away.

Song Nanye seemed to see a **** storm coming, but this killing had nothing to do with Jiang Beize.

Because behind him, there are people who are stronger than him, and those who love him, who will shelter him from the wind and rain, and protect him from joy and worry.

This teenager is lucky and happy.

Goodbye.

Will definitely see you again.

Song Nanye had never believed in something so firmly.

...

The plane took off slowly, and there was a dim engine sound in my ears.

Jiang Beiyuan bought Jiang Beize first class.

Jiang Beize sat there alone, hugging his knees, his pale skin, obviously a boy, but like a doll.

During this period, a stewardess came over and asked him if he needed a meal, but Jiang Beize politely refused to use it.

After several failed attempts to strike up a conversation, the stewardess finally stopped asking herself to be bored.

After Jiang Beize was silent for a moment, he quietly looked through the address book of his classmates.

The first page is the handwriting of the head teacher Juanxiu:

Students, write down what you want to say the most to Jiang Beize. It is not sad to say goodbye, we should send our most ardent blessings!

The official words of the head teacher made Jiang Beize amused.

In fact, the head teacher is quite good, much more upright than the math teacher, but he speaks and acts a bit like the editor-in-chief of a magazine during the Republic of China.

Every next page is filled with the wishes of his classmates.

Some wish him more and more handsome and cute.

Some wish him success in his studies and a bright future.

Some wish him to find a girlfriend sooner.

Some even said that he had an early birth of a son. It really made him stunned. It was too much to give birth to a son.

Finally, came to the last page.

Jiang Beize took a strong breath and exhaled hard.

Suddenly very nervous.

A heart rushed to his throat, bang bang bang, he could even hear his own disordered breathing.

Looking sideways, looking out the window, the light of the engine room was turned off, and his face was reflected on the glass mirror. He hadn't seen such a nervous and anxious mood on his face for a long time.

What will Song Nanye write to him?

What will you write...

He took several deep breaths back and forth, finally mustering the courage to face the last page.

Time seemed to stand still.

Jiang Beize paused, and the classmates in his hand fell to the ground. He was at a loss and at a loss, shocked and heartbroken.

Song Nanye's sentence echoed all over his mind:

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

The paper fell to the ground, just turning to the last page.

The young man who always writes cursive script and never takes writing seriously, for the first time writes a sentence so neatly, seriously, carefully, and stroke by stroke.

There are only four short words in the middle-

Never lose my love.