A transfer student came to Ancheng No. 1 Middle School. Before he could figure out the class, he kept asking about Yi Jiahuai's class.
I saw Yi Jiahuai before I even went to class. Jiang Ran called out to him: "I heard you like me?"
Yi Jiahuai was stunned for a moment, then felt a little incredible. He chuckled and said, "You heard wrong."
Then he turned around and left
Jiang Ran looked at his back and said, "That means you are about to hear that I like you!"
Many years later
Jiang Ran asked: "Do you still remember the first words I said when we first met?"
Yi Jiahuai played with Jiang Ran's hair and said, "What? Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"
Jiang Ran recalled: "I seem to have heard that you like me?"
Yi Jiahuai put down Jiang Ran's hair, looked into her eyes and said, "It's not hearsay, it's facts."
Intention: youth and beauty