too affectionate

Chapter 476 Pulling Sleeves and Hearts

Of course, I have learned to be empathetic. In my whole life, I have only learned to be empathetic.

Because, I was born to be kind to others, to understand your will...

In the kitchen, the flames were blazing on the stove, and the fierce tongues of flame raged at the bottom of the pot, turning into bursts of rising smoke, warming the winter cabin.

On the stove, there were several plates full of them, covered with a wooden cover, which was carefully protected, lest the heat of the delicacies be taken away by the cold night.

In the end, however, the dish was still cold, freezing cold.

No matter how thick the wooden cover is, it can't withstand the long cold night.

This is all made by Yan Han, each dish has been painstakingly worked out, even if the oil in the dish is frozen, it is still so exquisite that people are reluctant to move their chopsticks.

Those are Xuan Yi's favorite dishes.

In the small kitchen, in the big room, cooking smoke curled up, and the aroma burst out.

Roll up your sleeves, pull your heart, pull your blue hair, watch the night and watch the year and watch the king return.

What a peaceful night it should have been.

But at this moment, there is only Yan Han curled up in the corner of the wall.

Whether it is the body or the soul, they are all curled up and crumpled.

After Xuan Yi cleaned it again and again, even in an unremarkable corner of the kitchen, there was not even a speck of dust.

Just cold, very cold.

Yan Han shrank to the ground, hugged her knees tightly, and buried her head in her chest.

It seems that as long as you save yourself tightly enough, you can make yourself non-existent.

In fact, on this day, Yan Han had already performed thousands of scenes in her heart.

She thought that after all the thoughts in her life were gone, she would definitely collapse directly into madness.

But in fact, Yan Han was much calmer than she thought.

Much calmer than those precious times with Xuan Yi.

She knew that this day would come, but now it just came as promised.

In the cold, Yan Han's consciousness gradually blurred, and in the mist, Yan Han felt that in front of her eyes, it seemed that it was no longer the small kitchen of their wedding room, but a utility room.

The utility room eight years ago.

It was darker and dirtier there, and it was a colder winter than it is now.

At that time, Yan Han hadn't been taught martial arts by Wan Yan, so she was much weaker and helpless.

She has nothing but dirty water all over her body and dust all over the house.

She was obviously in a mess like a bereaved dog, but in the haze, Yan Han wanted to go back to that time even in her dreams.

Even if a devil appears now and Yan Han is asked to give up the rest of his life for the few short eight years, Yan Han will immediately kneel on the ground and offer the rest of his life without hesitation.

It's just because they are also huddled in the corner of the wall in embarrassment, Yan Han at this time and place can no longer wait for Xuan Yi who kicks in the door and saves her from the fire.

Yan Han buried her head even deeper, her eyes were tightly closed, for fear that she would open them a little bit.

Whenever she showed the slightest bit of peripheral vision, that gaze would crawl towards that door forever.

That gaze was like a vine, the person who was hung above the abyss, knew that no one would pull him, but still clung to the vine and climbed the cliff.

However, Yan Han had already curled herself up to the point of suffocation, even though the air was almost unable to get in, she heard his voice so clearly.

他 说:

"Hey, are you blind? Didn't you see that it's not easy for me to pick you up? Why are you still moving! Let me tell you, if you move like this again, I will smash you to the ground ! Master Ben will do what he says!"

This voice, arrogant but green, flowed out of Yan Han's heart word by word and penetrated into her ears.

She can't even hide.

Why are people so good at flying moths to flames, Yan Han asked herself with a wry smile in her heart.

Clearly knowing that he will not come, he will never come again.

Yan Han tightly covered her mouth with both hands, forcing herself not to make any sound.

So tears flowed between her fingers, and she couldn't stop.

It was only at this time that Yan Han suddenly realized that the saddest thing in this world is not having nothing, but losing it after gaining it.

At this moment, a piercing "cracking" sound rushed into Yan Han's ears.

Yan Han froze for a moment before realizing that the voice was indeed coming from her ears.

Yan Han raised her head slowly, and it turned out that the soup in the pot had been exhausted by the flames, and there was only one pot left, which was suffering bitterly, accompanied by clouds of smoke, neighing in pain.

When there is still soup in the pot, you should turn off the fire as soon as possible, and it will be a delicious pot, everyone is good.

Otherwise, you will end up setting yourself on fire.

Yan Han smiled, laughing so that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Bah..."

Slowly, a pot of cold water was poured into the boiling iron pot, and the smoke that rose instantly engulfed Yan Han's face.

Yan Han poured pot after pot like this, as if as long as there was water in the pot, her dream would not wake up.

Upside down, the water poured into the pot gradually becomes the wine poured into the mouth.

That was the wine that Xuan Yi bought for everyone to celebrate the New Year together tonight.

When drinking last time, Yan Han still felt that the wine was too spicy to drink.

But this time, Yan Han felt that it was as light as water, without even the slightest taste after entering the mouth, and without the slightest temperature after flowing into the stomach.

Yan Han drank it one mouthful at a time, the wine went in from his mouth and came out through his eyes.

However, the drunkenness remained in the body.

In the end, Yan Han stumbled back to that corner, the corner where she should have been all the time.

At the last moment before she was about to pass out, what Yan Han was thinking about was the last time she was drunk.

It was Wanyan who got her drunk on purpose in order to trick her.

That time, it was Xuan Yi who carried her back home.

At that time, Yan Han was so drunk that she thought she was dreaming.

In the dream, she vaguely saw Xuan Yi who was holding her, walking all the way and giggling all the way.

Yan Han's eyes closed and shed the last tear.

This time, he won't come.

At the moment when Yan Han completely lost consciousness, the New Year arrived.

At that moment, thousands of fireworks outside the window instantly rose into the sky, blooming all over the sky.

Prosperity and prosperity, new year and new image, congratulations by all people, a peaceful atmosphere.

However, at this moment, I only got a faint sentence from the people in the room:
"New Year arrived……"

Wanyan heard Yanwei muttering by the window, and then got up from the table where she had been lying on her stomach, and the cloak covered by sapphire slid on the stool.

"Um……"

Wanyan responded, not even half excited.

Even Guan Jiheng, who always loves excitement and is festive even without festivals, didn't even raise his head at this time.

"This is really the worst New Year's Eve in my life..." Guan Jiheng whispered.

How much I was looking forward to at the beginning, how disappointed I am now.

Just as the four young people were spending time dejectedly and full of worries, a "squeak" suddenly sounded in the hut that was completely isolated by the atmosphere of the New Year.

It was the sound of a wooden door being pushed open.

(End of this chapter)