Chapter 172 Give You the Quietest Love (1)

"Then I flipped through it for a long time, but instead of finding my little note, I saw a new note..."

When Song Qingchun heard this, he raised his head and looked at Tang Nuan.

When Tang Nuan caught her sight, the smile on her face became brighter and more charming, and even her voice was tinged with a touch of sensationalism: "...the new note is also a small poem, the handwriting is very neat, and the poem is written It's very good, just read it once, and I can see it from the bottom of my heart..."

When Tang Nuan said this, she turned her head and looked at Qin Yinan, as if they both remembered the beautiful first meeting in the green years, the light in the two people's eyes was so tender that it was unbelievable.

"...then I borrowed that book back home, thought hard for several nights, wrote another poem, and then put the note in the book and returned it back to the library. For a week, with the mentality of trying, I went to the library to look through the book, and found a new note. From the handwriting, I could tell that it belonged to the same person as the previous note. , That’s when I realized that there was someone like me who was paying attention to the responses in this book, and after that, we borrowed books to pass on poems.”

Song Qingchun stared straight at Tang Nuan, but her hand holding the chopsticks had increased her strength.

Borrowing books to pass on poems... These four words are so familiar...

Many years ago, on a sunset evening, the sunset glow in the sky was as beautiful as a scene in a Japanese anime. When she and Tang Nuanhao and a group of sisters were pushing their bicycles home, she also spoke to her in such an embarrassing and hypocritical tone. She said, "That's how Brother Yinan and I started borrowing books and passing on poems."

Tang Nuan was still calmly talking about her beautiful first acquaintance with Qin Yinan: "... After all, the writing style is not enough, and now that I think about it, the poems at that time were more like running accounts. Later, we stopped writing poems and started writing poems. Some secrets in each other's hearts, and later, on the weekend before the college entrance examination, when I went to the library for the last time, when I went to read the book for the last time, I actually met Yinan, and then we officially met at that time."

"Yeah... Even though five or six years have passed, I always feel that it is the same as what happened yesterday. Every time I think about it, my heart is warm." Perhaps it was because Tang Nuan's words were too sentimental, Qin Yinan felt Then I couldn't help but sigh: "And now, I still clearly remember the sentence you wrote to me at that time..."

Qin Yinan looked at Tang Nuan's eyes with a warm smile: "I hope that the person who loves me is happy, and I hope that the person I love likes me."

Song Qingchun's fingertips holding the chopsticks began to tremble slightly. Not only Qin Yinan remembered this sentence, but she also remembered that even after so many years, every time she picked up the pen, she would feel it without knowing it. Write down this sentence.

She hesitated for a long time before turning her head to look at Qin Yinan. She tried her best to stabilize her emotions and said softly, "What about you? Brother Yinan, do you think that in the notes you wrote at that time, that sentence wrote the best?"

Qin Yinan thought for a while with a peaceful expression, and before he opened his mouth, he smiled a bit embarrassedly, and then his eyes glowed with tenderness, as if he was saying an oath, and said solemnly: "If you love each other , hand in hand till old age; if there is no fate, I will keep you safe."