I Heard You Still Love Her

Because of Xiao Ruoyan's arrival, this small room finally had the taste of home.

Yan Zhilan was sitting on the small bench on the balcony picking vegetables. She changed into a white cotton velvet dress at home, her hair was pulled up, revealing a long and white neck, still wearing a thin necklace with no end pendants visible. , She tilted her head to look at Xiao Ruoyan from time to time, her eyes gentle and clear.

Xiao Ruoyan held Xiaoxiao for inspection, she opened its mouth, looked at the teeth, and carefully observed the claws.

Xiao Xiao was raised very well and delicately by Yan Zhilan, his claws were trimmed regularly, and his teeth were well protected, without any bad teeth.

Xiao Xiao squinted his eyes impatiently and yelled "Meow Meow", turning his head to Yan Zhilan's side, staring at her, it was obvious that she was acting like a joke and complaining.

Xiao Ruoyan: "It's time to lose weight. Some of them are overweight."

Yan Zhilan smiled, "Didn't you want a fat cat?"

Are you still too fat?

Xiao Ruoyan was startled, she turned her head to look at Yan Zhilan, "You still remember."

After so long, even she herself doesn't remember very clearly.

Yan Zhilan lowered her head, the sun was shining on her body, and there was a warm temperature in her eyes: "Yeah."

She remembered every word A Yan said.

Xiao Ruoyan's chest was filled with soreness. Today is a happy day. She didn't want to be too sad, so she quickly diverted her attention: "I'll wash my hands and cook."

She is still not very relieved that Xiaoyan is cooking.

Yan Zhilan smiled, "I can really do it."

When Xiao Ruoyan came in just now, Xiao Ruoyan didn't look carefully. This time, when she was washing her hands for cooking, she carefully looked at the toothbrush and towel on the sink.

All toiletries are prepared in two copies.

Blue toothbrushes, pink toothbrushes, nestled in the cup.

The hanging towels are also blue and pink.

Looking down at the slippers on his feet again, Xiao Ruoyan wondered, maybe Xiaoyan thought that she was coming today, so prepared in advance? She feels that she should not be passionate, after all, blue is the color she has always liked.

But... she just came here to have a meal, why did she get toiletries? She doesn't stay overnight...

Inexplicably, Xiao Ruoyan's face was a little hot, she turned on the faucet embarrassingly, her heart was still not calm, when she looked up in the mirror, she stood behind her looking at Yan Zhilan with a smile.

Xiao Ruoyan:...

What kind of look is that?

Yan Zhilan fixedly looked at her eyes: "The pink one is mine, and the blue one is for you."

Xiao Ruoyan's heart was teased, she looked at Yan Zhilan's eyes, and pretended to ask casually: "Is it a new one?"

Her gaze flicked over the hand sanitizer next to her.

Those are the tea tree flavors that I like.

Yan Zhilan shook her head, "No, I bought it for a long time."

Have you bought it for a long time?

Before Xiao Ruoyan figured out the meaning of this sentence, Yan Zhilan raised the corners of her lips slightly and said softly, "Weather forecast, there will be rain tonight."

Xiao Ruoyan was silent.

and then?

Yan Zhilan: "Lanlan ordered hot pot near the school. It's a bit far away."

She looked at Xiao Ruoyan.

Xiao Ruoyan hung his head halfway, staring at the small groups on the ground.

Yan Zhilan looked into her eyes: "Don't go to the hotel, can you accompany me tonight? There are guest rooms at home."

Very gentle and gentle voice, with a hint of pleading.

Xiao Ruoyan's heart turned thousands of times, and there were countless waves.

She is almost thirty years old.

With his own efforts and struggle for so many years, he has also become the company's music director.

There are also many people under her supervision, many things, and most of the tasks that are pushed to her are also tricky.

For a long time, she thought that she had been smoothed out by the society, and her heart had long been grind into a pool of stagnant water in the busy day after day.

But now.

Her heart was tumbling, and there was another kind of girly...throbbing?

In the end, under Yan Zhilan's expectant gaze, Xiao Ruoyan squeezed out such a blunt sentence, "Let's talk about it."

Yan Zhilan hooked her eyes and stared at her without blinking. Xiao Ruoyan quickly wiped her hands and turned around: "Come on, you are all hungry."

Seeing her hurried into the kitchen, Yan Zhilan's lips twitched, shaking her head and smiling.

fool.

The kitchen is not very big.

Xiao Ruoyan took a look when she went in, and felt that Xiao Yan should not use it often.

The pots and pans look quite new.

Yan Zhilan pointed at the dishes under the faucet, as if she could see through her thoughts, "I used to cook when I was just learning to cook, but now it doesn't make much sense to cook by myself. I eat in the school cafeteria."

Although Xiao Ruoyan was a little distressed by this, he was inexplicably made a touch of spirit by the words "oneself".

She believes in Xiaoyan.

Believe in their love.

But the more you care, the more your heart is on her, the easier it is for you to worry about gains and losses. She still thinks of the rumored boyfriend that Lan Lan said at the eldest's wedding that day.

"What about you?" Yan Zhilan tilted her head, staring at Xiao Ruoyan with nice eyes. Xiao Ruoyan was not thinking about it, and she casually replied, "Well, I always cook at home."

Xiaoyan smiled at this, her head hanging down not knowing what she was thinking.

Xiao Ruoyan added silently: "In order to save money."

This is the truth.

For so many years, the word "saving money" has been carved into her bones. In her life, she made careful calculations of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Gao Yu read the bills she wrote like books, and was surprised: "God. You have to remember even how many hairs the cabbage has dropped? You are too iron cock, right?"

…

Neither of them spoke any more, Yan Zhilan smiled slightly and began to wash rice.

Seeing her slender hands soaked in cold water, Xiao Ruoyan's eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, distressed her as if it were stamped in her bones, she walked over: "I'll do it."

Yan Zhilan withdrew her hand back: "Let me show you a hand, go out~"

She smiled and threw Xiao Ruoyan out.

Xiao Ruoyan refused to leave, so she stood at the door watching Yan Zhilan cooking.

Judging from the way she chopped vegetables, it was indeed not as clumsy as... in her teenage years.

With slender and white fingers pressing the vegetables, a strand of hair slipped off Yan Zhilan's neck. She was serious and skillful in cutting the vegetables cleanly and neatly with the sound of "Dong-dong-dong".

The place where there is firewood, rice, oil, salt and fireworks is home.

The red and blue flames ignited, and soon there was a fragrance wafting out. Although Yan Zhilan made home-cooked dishes, they all liked Xiao Ruoyan.

When they were teenagers, both of them liked to drink West Lake Beef Soup. Xiaoyan learned this dish first. She picked up the spoon and took a sip, turned around, and smiled at Xiao Ruoyan.

At that moment, the years are quiet, if you can, it would be nice to stop like this and not move forward.

Xiao Ruoyan stared blankly, and the looming light outside the window cast in, with some backlighting. She couldn't tell whether this scene was real or dream again.

"Don't stand stupidly, go take a rest when you are tired."

Yan Zhilan urged with a smile, Xiao Ruoyan didn't want to leave, and said casually: "It's almost enough, we two can't eat much."

She thinks Xiaoyan has the stance of making six dishes and one soup.

West Lake Beef Soup, Soup Fried Kale, Stewed Chai Chicken, Green Bamboo Shoots Yuba, Potato Beef, Ants on the Tree...

Xiao Ruoyan likes to eat most of the busy day.

The chicken was stewed in advance by Yan Zhilan, and it was already delicious. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and clicked on it with her hands. "There is still a spicy crayfish you love most. Oh, there is no pepper at home."

Xiao Ruoyan immediately said, "I'm going to buy it. Actually, you don't need to make it. You are really good now. You can cook so many dishes."

She looked at the table full of vegetables and praised her, but she felt sour in her heart.

She still remembered that when she was a teenager, cooking her a bowl of noodles could make her a pimple soup.

if…

Just if.

They never separated.

Xiao Ruoyan believed that the current Xiaoyan would still be the same as before, and would not do anything that she spoiled.

She missed her dumb and cute little face when she was a teenager.

Because I was worried, Xiao Ruoyan was also in a hurry to buy food. Xiaoyan was very relieved of her. Xiao Ruoyan was very smart. In the past, where the two went, as long as Xiao Ruoyan had walked once, she would never walk. Her road idiot is two extremes, and her classmates call her Huo Map.

When I arrived at the vegetable shop where Xiaoyan was buying vegetables, Xiao Ruoyan thought about buying some more fruit or something. The lady boss looked at her and greeted her, "Would you like to buy vegetables?"

Xiao Ruoyan nodded, "Well, I want some peppercorns."

"Good." The proprietress went into the house quickly and took a bag of pepper. She was very talkative and said with a smile: "Ms. Yan, are you making spicy crayfish again?"

Xiao Ruoyan, who was picking a pear, was taken aback. She looked at the lady boss, "How do you know?"

The proprietress hadn’t spoken yet, and the little girl next to her smiled strangely: “West Lake Beef Soup, Su-fried Chinese Kale, Stewed Chai Chicken, Green Bamboo Shoots Yuba, Potato Beef, Braised Lion’s Head, Ants on the Trees Memorize it."

The lady boss patted her ass, "Why are there so many words? Go do your homework."

Xiao Ruoyan froze in place. She stared at the boss’s wife. The boss smiled and explained, “This teacher is not good at cooking at first, so she asked me when we were buying vegetables. After we got acquainted with it, we’ll do it. She often asks our mothers to go over and taste it. She is very good at craftsmanship, that is..." She smiled honestly: "Just over and over again, I have cooked these dishes for several years, many times."

The proprietress looked at Xiao Ruoyan curiously, "You and Teacher Yan have a good relationship? I haven't seen her come over to buy food with others for so long."

Xiao Ruoyan's voice choked, "Yes, we are fine."

The lady boss smiled. She handed the bag to Xiao Ruoyan, and the little girl next to her who had been shrinking and secretly doing her homework raised her head again and said happily, "Are you the one who likes blue for cleanliness?"

Who likes blue?

Xiao Ruoyan tilted her head to look at the little girl. The girl's name was Tongtong, and she liked Yan Zhilan very much. Over the years, her sister's screams were very intimate.

She just ate Yan Zhilan’s lollipop and said happily: “My sister’s house is so many blue things, slippers, toothbrushes, bed sheets, pillow covers, and duvet covers. She told me when she took me to do my homework. Wait for someone who likes blue to come back."

Because my mother was too busy, occasionally, she would trouble Yan Zhilan and send Tongtong over.

Yan Zhilan is very patient with children, so she can stare at Tongtong doing homework, reading comic books and the like.

Every Friday, Tongtong can see her soak and wash the blue bed sheets. At first, the children didn't care. Later, after a long time, Tongtong asked: "Sister, why do you wash it every week? "

She knew that Yan Zhilan's sheets were pink.

Yan Zhilan aired the fragrant sheets on the bar, turned her head and smiled and replied: "Because my sister is waiting for someone to come back, she likes blue and is very clean, so she needs to be cleaned~"

Tongtong didn't understand, "Then you have washed so many times, why didn't I see her come back?"

Yan Zhilan stiffened and was silent for a moment. She turned her head and said softly to Tongtong, "She will be back."

…

Xiao Ruoyan's eyes were damp, and the lady boss noticed that she hurried Tongtong away, "Go, do your homework, you are everywhere!"

…

Come out from the vegetable shop.

Xiao Ruoyan did not go home directly.

She squatted in the corner, tears on her face alone.

-Just a few dishes over and over again. I cooked it for several years, many times.

Are you the one who likes blue for cleanliness?

My sister said that she was waiting for someone who likes blue to come back.

…

After relieving the old for a long time, she wiped her face indiscriminately and walked home slowly.

At home, Yan Zhilan had already cleaned up the crayfish. When the door opened, she turned her head and said, "Why is it so long?"

Xiao Ruoyan smiled: "It's okay, I have a few words with the elder sister who sells vegetables."

She stared at Yan Zhilan with tearful eyes unblinking.

once.

Her little face is a daughter.

People who can't even cook noodles.

It should have been a life of being loved and cared for.

Now, because of her antagonism at home, she almost lost her life. She moved out to live in this small room and waited for her day after day.

hatred.

At this moment, Xiao Ruoyan hated deeply, hated the injustice of the world, hated everyone who separated them.

Yan Zhilan turned her back to Xiao Ruoyan, and didn't know everything behind her: "Well, the eldest sister is very talkative and very nice. The family relies on her to be busy and very hard. Where is the peppercorns, you—" She was about to turn around, abruptly. The waist was tight, and he was hugged hard from behind.

Yan Zhilan stiffened, put down the frying spoon, and asked nervously, "What's wrong, A Yan?"

Xiao Ruoyan hugged her hard, buried her head between Xiaoyan's neck, sniffing the smell that belongs to her, and choked up: "Don't talk, let me hug you."