I Heard You Still Love Her

For help, by the way, tell everyone that she is doing well and don’t need to worry.

In the photo, Yan Zhilan is playing the piano, as usual, except that her hair is longer, blocking her cheeks.

After seeing the photos, the teachers all smiled and said very good, what kind of polite remarks such as continuing to study hard.

Only Chu Xinrou looked at the person in the photo sad.

Can't you see it?

Yan Zhilan was very closed, and the black bleak buried her, the feeling of suffocation made people unable to breathe.

Chu Xinrou didn't say too much, she just handed the photo to Xiao Ruoyan, and said softly: "Ayan, you are just what others say you are. You can only work hard to break out of the sky. You are the real you."

This was a bit convoluted at first, but it was like a deep-water torpedo that exploded into Xiao Ruoyan's heart.

After returning, she cherished the photo, and took it out every night that lovesickness couldn't bear it.

Isn't it about grades?

For Xiaoyan, she can do everything.

Reviewing day and night, practicing the music over and over again, even though she couldn't lift her hands, Xiao Ruoyan kept holding her breath and resentment in her heart.

She must show it to everyone.

Their love is not humble.

She finally cut through the thorns, dazzling like a pearl, and shocked everyone with her second place in the school and the number one art student.

…

In a blink of an eye, a photo has been with her for so many years.

Now, ten years have passed.

Sitting on the playground, Xiao Ruoyan took out the photo in her purse, and she looked at Chu Xinrou: "Teacher, thank you, you are my benefactor for life."

She was fortunate that she did not give up.

Yan Zhilan had long been beside her with her head down and tears flowed to the point that she couldn't speak.

Chu Xinrou stretched out her arms, as if she was a teenager, and gently hugged the two people: "Okay, it's all over, well, let the teacher rest assured, eh?"

Yan Zhilan also hugged Chu Xinrou, "Thank you, thank you..."

perhaps.

The time of this decade.

They felt a lot of malice from the world.

It's icy cold.

But the more it is, the rare sunshine becomes more precious.

And now.

Xiao Ruoyan was finally able to hold her girl's hand and smiled at her mentor and said, "When we look back, we are all settled, and the home is ready. You must go and take a look."

After listening to Chu Xinrou, she was a little surprised, but more relieved. She nodded, the smile in her eyes was softer than moonlight: "Well, the teacher will definitely go."

She patted the hands of two people, and exhorted: "Clear the venue at ten o'clock. Don't stay too long. I'll talk to Lao Liu and leave you with the small door on the east side."

Both Yan Zhilan and Xiao Ruoyan nodded playfully like they were when they were students, "Yes, teacher, promise to complete the task."

Chu Xinrou smiled, she patted the shoulders of the two children, and stepped on high heels to leave.

The two interlocked their fingers and walked slowly to the playground.

At that moment, the battle turned and the stars moved, and the vicissitudes of life.

Looking at the familiar plants and trees.

They have a sense of unreality against the flow of time.

There are not many students on the playground, in twos and threes, some playing with dim lights, and more young couples sneaking out for a walk.

The two were looking for a small path, and they actually found the wicker chair they were sitting on when Xiaoyan was on her eighteenth birthday.

Under the moonlight, the wicker chair is already a little mottled, and there are many weeds around it.

It was actually retained.

Xiao Ruoyan sat on it like Yan Zhilanmeng, both of them were silent and made no sound.

I don't know how long it took.

Yan Zhilan turned her head, through the moonlight, she saw the tears on Xiao Ruoyan's face.

For a time, the heart is cut like a knife.

Slowly raising her hand, Yan Zhilan gently wiped her tears: "Don't cry, don't cry, Ayan."

Xiao Ruoyan turned around and hugged Yan Zhilan forcefully, her hands hugged her vigorously, and hugged her vigorously.

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan..."

She murmured to her.

Sound after sound.

It is full of grievances, pains and unwillingnesses of separation in the past ten years.

Yan Zhilan held Xiao Ruoyan's chin in both hands, trying to wipe her tears, but the tears were getting more and more, and her tears couldn't be restrained.

Sighed faintly.

Yan Zhilan leaned close to her, rubbed the tip of Xiao Ruoyan's nose with the tip of her nose, and muttered, "No, you said we will never separate again."

She lifted her hand slightly, and squeezed the end of the necklace with a force on her neck.

Under the moonlight, she dragged out the ring that precipitated the young love of the two.

Xiao Ruoyan looked at the ring with red eyes, and Yan Zhilan approached her arms with a hint of squeamishness: "Will you not put it on me?"

A trembling hand took it.

Xiao Ruoyan bit her lip, enduring all the emotions in her heart and wanted to put her on her middle finger.

According to international practice, it is said on which finger the ring is worn.

-The index finger represents unmarried and wants to fall in love, the **** represents in love; the ring finger represents engaged or married; the little finger represents single.

As soon as Xiao Ruoyan's hand touched Yan Zhilan's, she drew it back. A Yan looked at her in surprise. Yan Zhilan raised her head and stared into her eyes, "Not the middle finger."

That is…

Xiao Ruoyan's heart fluttered fiercely. Under her gaze, Yan Zhilan stretched out her ring finger, her eyes hooked to Xiao Ruoyan.

She waited for this moment for a long time.

The author has something to say: Hey, Ye Ye could not help crying.

These will be the two protagonists who believe in each other the most and are the most determined in all Ye Zi's articles so far.