Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

These four words.

Contains all Song Nanye's feelings for Jiang Beize.

I don't know the past...

The flight attendant in the back patted another flight attendant on the shoulder, and pointed to Jiang Beize, whose shoulder was shaking in front.

"That beautiful boy seems to be crying, feeling very sad."

"Yeah, I just asked him once, asking him if he needs any help, he shook his head and didn't speak, but kept crying, as if he had lost something important."

...

The spring breeze was warm for four lives, and the bright sunshine shining on Song Nanye only made him feel the unprecedented depression.

There was the roar of the plane in his ears, and the rapid roar gradually faded away. With the sound of the plane, the depression in his heart went away little by little, replaced by an unprecedented calm.

this is nothing.

He said to himself.

The time was too long to mention.

When time flows into the long river.

When he becomes strong enough and calm enough.

The best time will surely usher in the best reunion.

Walking out of the airport, Song Nanye went to the barber shop to get an inch.

The very short inch was clean, and his eyebrows were extraordinarily strong and straight.

When he returned home, Song Yikai was cooking at home wearing an apron. He did not recognize his younger brother who had adjusted his short head.

"Did you...cut your hair?"

Good boy, he said before that his hair was growing and he asked him to cut his hair. He didn't listen. Now it is finally a haircut!

Song Nanye didn't speak, fumbled for his pockets, and threw a brand new ID card toward Song Yikai.

"What is this?"

"See for yourself."

"..."

Looking down at the name on it, Song Yikai was startled.

"Are you crazy?! You changed Song Nanye to Song Nan's tomb?!!!"

"Ok."

Song Nanye slipped a hand into his pocket, and stole his ID card with a blank face.

"It saves that the tortoises and grandsons always call me wild. The name of the Song Nan Tomb is not bad."

Because there is a grave in my heart.

The survivors are hidden.

His grave is full of desolation, and when the man returns, there will be a time to blossom.

"you--!"

Song Yikai pointed to his face, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word, his mind got stuck.

It wasn't until Song Nanye went straight into the room under his nose that Song Yikai reacted, took off his apron, went to the kitchen and turned off the natural gas, and hurried into his room.

"How many times have I told you, let you study hard and behave well, so that others will not call you wild!"

"Besides, whoever says you are a wild species, your brother, I will go and beat him!"

The name Song Nanye sounds so good, he racked his brains to come up with it.

The south in the south, the wild in the fields, he hoped that Song Nanye was gentle and broad.

It's great, I changed my name all at once, and used the tomb characters from the cemetery. It was a joke when I said it!

"You, you, you, you, listen to me, I will take you to change your name tomorrow, do you hear it?!"

"Knock."

Song Nan's tomb bent his fingers and tapped the math textbook in front of him with his index finger pointing down.

"I'm reading, thank you."

Song Yikai was speechless, his eyes widened immediately.

It's as incredible as seeing the Martians invade the earth.

"You...are you going to study???"

"Ok."

Song Nan's tomb took the calculation paper and pencil on the side, opened the math textbook in front of him, and focused on doing the problems.

Song Yikai has nothing to say.

Coming with an angry expression, then scratching his neck blankly and walked out.