Yin is love: the reversal of women chasing men

Chapter 32
On the return train, Li Zheng fell asleep as soon as he touched his seat. He enjoyed himself on the trampoline for a full two hours, and only reluctantly left under Cheng Yin's repeated urging.

Cheng Yin turned Li Zheng's body around, placed his little head on her lap, and put a piece of clothing on him. Li Zheng slept soundly, and let her move around.

On the high-speed train at night, the guests are sparse and scattered in every corner of the carriage, so quiet that you can hear the whistling wind outside the window.

Cheng Yin was also extremely tired. After sitting for a short time, her eyelids couldn't stop drooping, and she complained to her father, "My father is really serious, if he buys such a late train, if it is two hours earlier , I'm lying in bed now!"

Only Yang Fan can understand Father Zhou's good intentions. He can't complain with Cheng Yin. Seeing her staggering, he patted himself on the shoulder, "Come on, let me lend it to you."

"Huh?" Cheng Yin opened her eyes weakly, and after understanding what he meant, she quickly waved her hands, "No, you are also very tired."

Yang Fan smiled, "You don't need to be so polite with your brother."

Cheng Yin also laughed immediately, there was no one around anyway, and she had always been thick-skinned, so she quickly dispelled her worries and really leaned her head up.

Under this leaning, she no longer had the strength to lift her head up. The nest was of moderate height, warm and comfortable.

The three of them connected together like solitaire, Cheng Yin's consciousness quickly became confused, and soon fell asleep.

The pressure from his shoulders made Yang Fan sit up straight. In the quiet night, with nothing to do, he turned on the camera and looked down at today's results.

In addition to landscape and humanistic photos, Li Zheng took the most photos. He stared in the same way, made a V posture with his left hand, and looked eagerly at the camera. If it weren't for the short cut hair, it would be difficult to tell whether it was a boy or a girl. , no wonder Cheng Yin couldn't help but sigh after seeing the photos, "Why are boys getting taller and more feminine now!"

Photos of Cheng Yin flashed by from time to time, each of which Yang Fan admired for a long time.

Cheng Yin always mutters that her face is too round, so she always likes to turn her face slightly. It is said that a certain photographer taught her.But there are a few photos that Yang Fan secretly snapped. Of course, the scenes of her and Li Zheng playing around are all positive.

It's true that her face is round, but it's not ugly at all. With her personality, a little baby fat on her face is the best match.

When she smiles, her eyes will involuntarily narrow into a slit, as if she is immersed in joy, and even those who look at her photos can't help but want to smile with her.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, Cheng Yin moved slightly on his shoulder, Yang Fan put down the camera, and carefully moved her head a few minutes to prevent her from accidentally falling off.

A faint fragrance drifted through his nose, as if he had known each other before.

He remembered that night when he slept in the same car with her in Ye Park, he also smelled this light fragrance, which was the tranquility of laurel, coming from her hairline.

He turned his head to look at her sleeping face, so at ease and comfortable, it seemed that no trouble could really stay in her heart.

A lock of hair fell from her forehead, floating gently between her face and the tip of her nose, she didn't feel it, but it made Yang Fan feel itchy and uncomfortable, so he couldn't help reaching out and brushing it behind her ear.

When his fingertips touched her warm and soft skin, a place deep in his heart suddenly became hot. He withdrew his hand like an electric shock, closed his eyes, and sat quietly, not daring to move.

After a while, when he opened his eyes again, it seemed that there was a magic force pulling him, making him involuntarily stretch out his hand again, and gently touched her cheek.

Cheng Yin didn't realize it, and was immersed in the dreamland freely.

His fingers walked gently on her face, maybe because of nervousness, maybe because of the fire in his heart, his fingertips trembled slightly, but he was still reluctant to leave.

When his fingers touched her soft lips, Yang Fan suddenly had the urge to bow his head and hold them tightly, he was taken aback by his irrepressible thoughts.

He said he wanted to be brother and sister with her, why would he still think that way?
And not just this time, but repeatedly.

He felt a sense of blasphemy, but at this moment of self-blame, a certain consciousness passed through his body like an electric current, and he was suddenly shocked, and his whole body froze.

That consciousness was like a powerful hand, hissing away a dark cloud that had been covering his head for a long time, and he saw his mind clearly in an instant - he fell in love with Cheng Yin!

It's not the so-called relationship between brothers and sisters, but the love between men and women.

He couldn't tell exactly when he'd started liking her, but he could remember the afternoon she confessed to him in his car, telling himself she'd spent nine years secretly liking him.

Perhaps, from that day on, he could no longer treat her as an insignificant stranger girl.

At the beginning, he dealt with her, perhaps out of guilt that he couldn't respond, but after that, he approached her time and time again, trying to help her, even secretly paying attention to her without even realizing it, but with guilt It doesn't matter at all.

Memories flooded him from all directions.

He sulked at her empathy, he dragged her out of the bar angrily, he painstakingly picked out a birthday gift for her, he even went to her house to deliver dinner in his head, and did a picture scroll appraisal for her father. Her father's plan to accompany her out for a tour...

All this he did had nothing to do with guilt, he did it for one reason - he liked her.

He fell in love with the girl next to him who had been rejected by him when he didn't even understand himself.

This cognition is so strong that there is no room for confusion, so that he can no longer avoid it, let alone escape.

Yang Fan sat in a daze, he had already forgotten where he was, and it was the first time that he realized that he, who always claimed to be smart, was also so dull, so slow-witted.

The speed of the train slowed down, and the sound of the announcer's announcement woke Cheng Yin up. She sat up straight, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in a daze, only to realize that she was still on the train.

"Are you there?" She turned her head, and it was pitch black outside the window.

"almost."

His voice was strangely hoarse, probably because he hadn't spoken all the time, Cheng Yin was about to talk to him, when she turned around, she immediately yelled "Ah!"

Not only did his neck lie crooked, but his legs were also numb from Li Zhengzheng's pillow.

I thought Yang Fan would tease himself, but unexpectedly he sat in his seat with a serious face, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, like an old monk in meditation.

Cheng Yin wanted to wake up Li Zheng so that he could relax his muscles and bones. The car would arrive at the stop soon, but the little guy insisted on closing his eyes tightly to be a rascal. hugged it.

"Let him continue to sleep." When he spoke, his eyes flicked from left to right, but he didn't look at Cheng Yin.

Cheng Yin was very puzzled, she just fell asleep, so she didn't offend him!Even if it was because of borrowing his shoulder, it was his initiative, and it was not a bow forced by her overlord.

"Hey! What's the matter with you?" Cheng Yin forced her face under his eyelids, and looked at him strangely, "It's not because I fell asleep! Haha!"

After finishing speaking, he realized that his wording was inappropriate, and his laughter immediately turned into a sneer, but Yang Fan ignored her, hugging Li Zheng, who was sleeping soundly, like a treasure, and ignored her.

Cheng Yin had no choice but to sit back in her original seat, rubbing her neck and beating her legs, and finally, the train stopped and they arrived at the station.

It was nearly ten o'clock when we left the station.

"Otherwise, let's split up and take a taxi back." Cheng Yin suggested, "Xiaozheng is staying at our house tonight, and he will be downstairs in a while. I'll call my dad and ask him to come down and meet him."

"Let's go together, I'll take you back first." Yang Fan vetoed concisely.

People didn't appreciate her kindness, so Cheng Yin curled her lips and stopped talking.

Sitting in the car, Yang Fan was still reticent, looking out the window most of the time, Cheng Yin occasionally strikes up a conversation with him, and he can keep it simple.

Cheng Yin is so depressed, if she had known this, she would not have slept in that unlucky sleep.

No, even if she was sleeping, she shouldn't be resting on his shoulder in a daze. Maybe he was being polite to her, so she just accepted it as a blessing.It's good now, people put on a face that you owe him two hundred hangs, and you can only suffer in silence.

Since he didn't speak, Cheng Yin didn't make fun of herself anymore, she turned her head and looked out of the window on her side, hoping that the time would pass quickly so that she could go home immediately.

After passing a traffic light, Brother turned the car to the right, Cheng Yin immediately sensed something was wrong, turned around and shouted, "It's not this way, you have to drive forward!"

She turned her head suddenly. Although she was talking to the right brother, she could still feel two eyes staring at her from the corner of her eyes.

Before she could think about it carefully, her brother was already asking her, "Isn't it the Jixiang Community? You can also walk here!"

When she and Brother had argued clearly and looked at Yang Fan again, he had already turned his gaze away.

Cheng Yin made a sinister grimace towards the void.

After getting out of the car, Yang Fan carried Li Zheng forward, and Cheng Yin followed behind and walked into the community.She tried to take Li Zheng over several times, but Yang Fan refused and insisted on carrying him upstairs.

Cheng Yin's house lives on the fifth floor. She opened the iron gate on the first floor and stepped into the cave. She hurriedly ran ahead to turn on the corridor lights, and the lights came on one by one. She felt relieved that the marathon was finally over.

When turning on the light on the third-floor platform and looking back, he unexpectedly collided with Yang Fan’s gaze looking up, Cheng Yin was slightly startled, under the orange light, there seemed to be flames burning quietly in his eyes .

After a brief absence, Yang Fan's low voice immediately came from his ear, "Be careful!"

Cheng Yin looked down at her feet and almost stepped on the ground again. She felt a little ashamed for her distracted mind just now.

"Are you tired?" He gently relieved her, his soft tone was completely different from the ice-cold appearance just now.

"Well, a little bit." Cheng Yin concealedly brushed her drooping hair, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, home in no time.

Not long after ringing the bell, the door opened, and the father's face appeared behind the door, full of surprise, "Why is it so late!"

Cheng Yin asked angrily, "Didn't you buy the ticket?"

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked in first.

The old man smiled good-naturedly, blinked quickly at Yang Fan who walked in, and then opened his arms to pick up Li Zheng, "Hey! This kid is already asleep!"

Yang Fan was also too tired, handed over the hot potato, shook his head and smiled, "You are not very big, and you are as heavy as a little Tituo when you fall asleep."

"Mom is asleep?" Cheng Yin changed her shoes and fell onto the sofa nervously.

"I went to bed early, and said that there is some kind of meeting tomorrow morning, so Xiaozheng can only sleep with me tonight."

Seeing him walking back and forth freely, Cheng Yin was surprised, "Dad, are your feet okay?"

"Ah? Oh," the old man limps again when he hears this, "There's still a little more, but it's about the same, it's almost healed."

(End of this chapter)