Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"The second room is the second room."

Ma Xueyan picked up the black tea on the side and drank her saliva to moisturize her throat, disapproving.

"Anyway, as long as I have money, what do I do with so much? The water poured out by a married girl, I am stupid if I don't get some money from her!"

"..."

The other three shook their heads and laughed.

Ma Xueyan was really good at Yan Yuming before, but it was after Yan Yuming's death that she changed her appearance.

No one saw the people playing mahjong downstairs. The little woman leaning on the corner upstairs listened to their conversation silently, staring at her vamp with bowed eyebrows, her eye sockets flushed with a drop of crystal Her tears fell down and fell on the toes of her shoes.

She raised her hand, quickly passed away the tears, sniffed, and then went straight into a room.

That was the room where her father Yan Yuming lived.

Yannian locked the door behind him, lying on the empty big bed in a "big font" shape, burying his face in the pillow...

Soon the pillow got wet.

Dad, miss you so much.

really miss you.

She said silently in her heart over and over again, suddenly feeling that she didn't have any strength, she wanted to hide in her father's room forever, not to come out for the rest of her life, to be the carefree little girl in the past.

Once upon a time, she was also the little girl her parents held in their palms.

Ma Xueyan is very good to her, Yan Yuming will buy her a nice tutu skirt, teach her to play chess, and find a tutor for her when she is not good at school, and teach her homework.

Yan Yuming is the person who loves her most in the world.

Now that Yan Yuming is no longer there, the person who loves her has become Jiang Beiyuan.

Jiang Beiyuan.

Only Jiang Beiyuan loved her.

Yan Nian shook his head.

She wanted to forget the name for a while, and put her mind at ease, just thinking about her father.

It would be great if Yan Yuming was still alive.

The past was beautiful and grateful.

But never go back.

Yannian fell asleep on her stomach...

She couldn't breathe and was held back.

I realized that my head had been buried under the pillow.

The unfamiliar ceiling around her gave her a moment of trance.

right.

I am at my natal family.

Had a hazy nightmare just now, dreaming that someone was going to kill her, she couldn't see the person's face, only knew she was running.

Fortunately, it is a dream.

Suddenly found that now she has completely relied on Jiang Beiyuan.

Without that embrace, I couldn't sleep well at all.

Yannian lay on the bed for a while, got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The mirror reflected a face without powder, delicate features, fair skin, watery apricot eyes, black and white, but the eyes were a little red and swollen, like two mature walnut kernels.

Yannian wiped the drops of water on his face with his sleeve at random, and was unwilling to go downstairs to face Ma Xueyan. After nothing happened, he thought about sorting out the relics left by Yan Yuming during his lifetime.

The things in this room are half Yan Yuming's and half hers.

There is a black paper box under the bed, covered with a thick layer of dust, with the breath of time and dust.

Yan Nian took out the box and wiped it clean, then opened it.

Good guys.

Inside are all things she collected in middle school.

Old MP5, half-eaten chewing gum, arithmetic exercise books, expired aunt’s towel, lots of shiny candy paper, and a bunch of messy things.

She flipped through it and found that many things could not remember why they were put in this box.

At the beginning of the second year of junior high, she moved and changed to a new school.

After many years, she has forgotten many memories, but she remembers the day she moved more clearly.

It was raining lightly that day and the weather was gray. Yan Yuming drove a private car and sat in front of him with Ma Xueyan. The two were talking and laughing.

She sat in the back seat of the car alone, resting her cheek with one hand, staring silently at the raindrops sliding down the window glass.

It was not until Yan Yuming turned around to look at her and asked her why she was crying. Then she realized that she was crying.

Ha ha.

She shed tears without even noticing it.

As the client, Naihe didn't know why she was crying.

Somewhere in her heart was empty, she seemed to be waiting for someone, a very important person.

But I can't remember anything.

That feeling of emptiness lasted a long time.

Later, after moving to a new school, fresh schools and classmates attracted her, and the feeling of emptiness in her heart gradually disappeared.

Yannian retracted her thoughts and was about to buckle the lid of the box. A piece of candy paper reflected in the light reflected in her eyes.

It was an almost transparent purple candy paper.

A few big characters of Long Feifengwu were written on it with a blue pen.

The ink color is faint, but you can still discern the firmness and determination at the end of the arc...

"Jiang Ting will never separate."

Yannian looked at these words in shock.

I only feel cold and stiff...

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