Kuai Wen Zhi crazy criticizes the beauty she does not want to be a female supporting role

Chapter 55: Kill the male protagonist Long Aotian ([-])
Su Yan's craftsmanship is very good. Tomato-flavored soup is poured on the noodles with distinct roots, and there is a poached egg, garnished with some green onions.

Full color and flavor.

She took it over and looked at Xiao Ran softly: "Eat quickly."

The young man had sorted out his emotions and looked at her with uncontrollable dependence in his pupils.

It's like a beast lying on the ground with its belly exposed to please its master.

Unsuspecting trust.

And please.

Su Yan raised her eyes, and her eyes shone brighter and brighter under the light. The ends of her eyes were slightly hooked, and almost every part of her eyes showed softness.Her pale red lips were raised, and a few strands of black hair fell beside her ears. She lazily dragged her chin with her hand, watching him eat bite after bite.

A faint smile appeared, but it didn't reach his eyes.

This is what she raised.

It will be of some use after all.

It was a very homely dish, but Xiao Ran felt a little sour in his heart while eating it.

For a long time.

Haven't eaten it yet.

Su Yan smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

He rolled his eyes and smiled: "It's delicious. I'll cook it for my sister next time, okay?"

She leaned back lazily on the chair, her eyes slightly raised: "Okay."

The faint sound of water came from the kitchen. Su Yan watched him lower his eyelashes and wash the dishes obediently.

He held the edge of the bowl in his hand and suddenly looked at Su Yan, just in time to see the spring in her eyes.

He has never experienced such a scene.

But when the pale yellow light shone on her face, he felt like it was home.

In winter, he was sitting in the cold living room, the wind blowing in through the half-open window.

He could hide his poverty in the summer, but not in the winter.

Winter clothes are too expensive.

He was wearing clothes that others did not want. They were too short, exposing half of his wrists which were red from the cold.

But he opened the door and walked out.

The pale yellow light reflected from the window and reflected in his eyes.

He thought, what are the people inside doing?

he does not know.

Cold snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, hair, and cheeks.

He stood for a long time.

He was almost covered in snow and turned into an ice sculpture. Apart from the hot breath exhaling from his nose, it was almost impossible to tell that he was still alive.

What was he thinking at that time?

He may just hope that there is someone who can make him a bowl of hot tomato and egg noodles.

He didn't even ask for dumplings.

too expensive.

Su Yan put her slender fingers on the table, looked at him, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Is someone bullying you?"

She looked at him as if she just wanted a nod.

She can immediately go out and make decisions for him.

Is this what it feels like to have someone supporting you?
Warmth spreads from the heart to the limbs.

He shook his head obediently, and his fluffy hair made him look even cuter.

Su Yan stretched out her hand and rubbed his hair: "Remember to tell me when something bad happens, don't take it to your heart alone."

There was a slight worry in her eyes.

The desire that had been suppressed suddenly rose, almost breaking through the defense line in his heart.

Delusions arose in him.

Maybe, maybe?

Isn't she so good to him?
Covering his heart, he moved unbearably. He looked at her and asked aloud: "Sister, will we be together forever?"

After asking, he looked at her expression without blinking, for fear of missing any clue.

He knew she wouldn't lie to him.

She never lied to him.

Su Yan pursed her lips, suppressed her smile, and said with a persuasive tone: "Xiao Ran, you are a sensible child. What you know is that the matter is now."

In fact, at this point, he should have stopped long ago and been her canary.

But he was too stubborn and insisted on an answer: "Will you?"

She used to always call him with a faint smile, but now the only thing left in his ears is her call to him without any warmth: "Xiao Ran."

This year is really nothing to her.But for him, the bitterness and suffering in the first half of his life were all cured the moment he met her.

Maybe bringing him back was just something she did casually.

I saw that he was pitiful, and he happened to be good-looking.

No, she even just trained him and never let him do anything else.

Being nice to him seems to be just a casual thing.

Thinking of this, he finally could no longer maintain the smile in his eyes.

In fact, to her, he is just a plaything, isn't he?

Come and take a look when you're happy.

Throw it aside when you are unhappy.

She had a great future, so how could she stop with him?

However, he was somewhat unwilling to do so.

There was a light light color in his eyes, his skin was extremely white, and there was a hint of red lingering at the end of his eyes. He stretched out his fingers and even dared to hold the corner of her clothes, and said hoarsely: "Sister, don't leave me."

The aggrieved and trembling voice fell into his ears clearly every word.

Hand

"Sister, you are the only one I have."

"Sister, I beg you, don't leave me."

One after another.

With wet eyes, he looked at her.

But Su Yan leaned back on the chair almost indifferently, looking at him with half-lidded eyes: "Xiao Ran, I told you from the beginning, it's impossible."

Did you say that?He was a little confused.

Smoke blew out from the girl's red lips, and she looked at him with her chin raised: "I support you, and you please me."

Don't think about the rest.

She looked down at him condescendingly.

He didn't care what she said at that time, and was even slightly disdainful.

He looked at her obediently and said, "I will never think of anything else."

Who would have thought that within a year, he would have already forgotten his original intention.

Forgot what she had said.

He knew that when he looked at people with coaxing eyes, he was the most pitiful.

He knew she loved him the most.

Finally, he saw her eyes gradually softening, but she stretched out her hand but only pushed his hand away.

Slowly, walked out.

He froze in place, suddenly felt a chill on his face, and reached out to touch it.

It turned out that the tears in his eyes were flowing out.

But she is gone.

Walk mercilessly.

One month, two months, three months...

She never came again.

But he is still very good, eating, going to school, riding horses...

Every time he goes out, he says goodbye to the aunt who takes care of him.

But before night came, he always felt the silence outside the window, and his heart felt desolate.

He even picked up a knife.

He made some gestures on his wrist and remembered that she said she liked his hands.

Forget it.

He came home from class as usual. When he walked to the door, he saw a familiar figure sitting on the sofa, half-stretched.

Until I felt the warm body in my arms and the familiar fragrance.

He just lost his mind.

It wasn't a dream.

"Why aren't you wearing any shoes?" She looked at his feet and frowned slightly.

When he felt the coldness of the floor, he realized that he had run over without wearing shoes.

He put his head on her warm neck and muttered: "It's not a dream."

Su Yan laughed: "Of course it's not a dream."

(End of this chapter)