I Heard You Still Love Her

The gentleman Xiao Ruoyan has encountered a low point in her life. She has never been so embarrassed before. In Yan Zhilan's laughter, she snatched her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Yan Zhilan smiled and laughed, but she wanted to tease her with the look of seeing everything, so that when she entered the bathroom, Xiao Ruoyan's heartbeat did not recover. She took a deep breath, eased her heart, and looked at the mirror. In the self.

Long hair shawl, face is like a peach blossom, and the eyebrows are all squeamish little women.

Xiao Ruoyan turned on the faucet, patted her face with cold water, and said to herself: "Calm, you have to be calm."

She remembered the words of the boss and Lanlan.

She is attacking!

You can't lose to Xiaoyan in momentum!

...

Yan Zhilan outside the door was in a good mood. She couldn't help but smile thinking of Xiao Ruoyan's shy and frizzy look. She checked the time and it was ten thirty. At this point, it should be the beginning of Regal's nightlife.

Without even thinking about it, she picked up her mobile phone and called Chief Qin Qin Haiyao.

Since Xiao Ruoyan came back in the past few days, Mr. Qin has made Teacher Yan's tortured spirit weakened. She answered the phone, weakly: "Teacher Yan."

Yan Zhilan curled her lips when she heard her voice: "Excuse me, President Qin."

On the phone, Qin Haiyao exhaled, as if she was forbearing and restraining. This is indeed what Yan Zhilan thought. Her nightlife has just begun. Qin was supposed to drink red wine to read documents, but it happened. Accident.

In the soft quilt of Violet, a person lay there lazily. Looking at Qin Haiyao, who was flushed with red eyes, with her narrow eyes, her arms moved like punishment.

President Qin looked at her condescendingly, bit his lip and warned the person with his eyes, but the body was controlled by others, and no matter how strong she was, she became endless forbearance, "Teacher Yan, rest assured, I promised you, all Everything has been handed over, and you won’t treat your baby badly."

Hearing Mr. Qin’s voice, Yan Zhilan felt really unbearable, “Thank you Mr. Qin, then I will come to thank you personally and wish you a good night.”

The word "night" was especially emphasized by her.

Qin Haiyao:...

If you don't understand it, does Teacher Yan understand?

...

Hung up the phone.

The person in the quilt embraced her. It was President Qin's lover Ruan Yihan. She kissed her lips, "How are you so kind to her?"

Qin Haiyao twisted her face helplessly, "You also eat this jealousy? Don't you think Teacher Yan and the others are also very bitter? You know, for so many years, with her meager salary, how much did she buy from me? The first song composed by Xiao Ruoyan? Teacher Yan is very arrogant as a teacher, but for Xiao Ruoyan, she really begs me time and time again."

Ruan Yihan smiled and shook his head, Qin Haiyao sighed: "Maybe it's because we have experienced it. When we see them, we always think of us."

Ruan Yihan's snow-white long arms pulled people over, "They will also be happy."

...

Yan Zhilan, who was promised by President Qin, was happily like a child, with a slight smile on her face, raised her hand, touched herself, looked at the phone she put down, and muttered: "It's true."

All this is true.

Compared to Yan Zhilan's happiness.

Xiao Ruoyan in the bathroom was a bit stunned. She looked at the almost invisible words drawn with fingertips on the mirror that had been soaked in water mist, and her heart hurt.

"Ayan, isn't the water hot?"

Outside the door, Yan Zhilan, who hadn't heard any movement for a long time, heard Yan Zhilan's voice. Xiao Ruoyan was in a daze. She quickly turned on the shower head in the bathroom and let a little water out.

With the sound of water droplets, Xiao Ruoyan's phone on the pool vibrated, her gaze still staying on the mirror, she picked up the phone and looked at it.

It was a message from Gao Yu.

—— Ruoyan, I asked my honey to find a familiar doctor abroad and ask, where did you get this medicine?

Xiao Ruoyan's body was cold, and the ambiguity and throbbing before entering the bathroom disappeared. She stared blankly at the words written by Xiaoyan on the mirror.

——It is true, not an illusion.

After calling Gao Yu, Xiao Ruoyan lowered her voice, "What's the matter?"

Gao Yu listened to her lowered voice, knowing that it was inconvenient for her to speak, "Is... she used it?"

The word "she" naturally refers to Yan Zhilan.

Xiao Ruoyan bit her lip, "Yes."

There was a pause on the phone for a few seconds, Gao Yu sighed in his heart, and he said softly: "That medicine is a mental medicine, it mediates the nervous system of a person..."

When Gao Yu’s dear Wang Yuying took the picture to find a familiar doctor, the doctor looked at the picture carefully in a white coat and was surprised: "Wow, where did you find it?" He looked up. Look at Wang Yuying: "Who is eating this?"

Upon seeing the doctor like this, Wang Yuying knew it was not good. He told the truth: "A friend in China is eating secretly and not telling others what it is for."

The doctor looked at the photo over and over again, very cautiously: "Because it is just a photo, I cannot see the patient and cannot see the actual situation. I can only tell you that this medicine is a mental medicine. Patients who take this medicine, Most of them have had severe psychological trauma. We medical students are called ComplexPTSD, which is a complex PTSD syndrome caused by various reasons."

Wang Yuying was a little confused: "Is it depression?"

The doctor shook his head: "There are the same parts, but some are different. This disease is very complicated and painful. In addition to the physical pain, the patient is more psychological. For example, I have contacted a patient who She was sexually assaulted when she was a child. After she grew up, she always had nightmares. She always felt assaulted once and again, like a real occurrence. It was an illusion, but it was very real. Your friend must have experienced some pain , Let her immerse her in hallucinations, this hallucination may be hope to help her out, or it may push her into the abyss of pain..."

"Simply put, this medicine is used to regulate nerves and suppress hallucinations. After all, it is a mental medicine. Taking too much can damage the body."

…………

A fire surged in her heart, making Xiao Ruoyan trembling almost unsteadily. She gritted her teeth and dialed the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Yan Zhiyi didn't seem to be surprised to receive Xiao Ruoyan's call. Instead, he said faintly: "Call me, what do you want to know?"

Xiao Ruoyan's emotions surged, and her tears flowed down her cheeks, "She...why did she take medicine to suppress hallucinations, why..."

Why.

Yan Zhiyi was silent for a while, "Do you know what she has gone through over the years? If this is not the case, she wouldn't be able to hold on without relying on the illusion that you are around her."

In fact, if Xiao Ruoyan didn't call her, she also thought about looking for this girl.

Ten years ago, she was able to stand on the side of her father Yan Feng and persuade her sister not to like the same **** and not to be obsessed with regrets.

But after so many years, how can she bear to see how her sister walks out of the abyss of pain step by step and comes over day by day?

She knew that if they did this again, they would really lose Yan Zhilan forever.

Yan Zhiyi's voice was very soft, but with a heavy texture, which was different from Xiaoyan's gentleness.

"You know, after graduating from college, why didn't she come to you?"

Xiao Ruoyan felt that her soul was out of her body, "She committed suicide."

Yan Zhiyi felt a bitter heartache after hearing this, "Then do you know how she came here after she committed suicide?"

...

Xiao Ruoyan once said that Yan Zhilan is a person who loves and respects life.

At the beginning of the third year of high school, the school paid great attention to psychological education. Nowadays, with the increasing pressure of the college entrance examination, major colleges and universities often report that students cannot stand the pressure to commit suicide.

Xiao Ruoyan still sighed after hearing this, "Although I understand it, I can't accept it."

Yan Zhilan looked at her for a while and thought, "Death should be a matter of courage."

Xiao Ruoyan hugged her: "We are less than eighteen, and a good life has just begun. This kind of courage is not needed."

Yan Zhilan tilted her head and thoughtfully: "Well, tomorrow is so good, we have to live a good life, and our family has given us such a beautiful future. If possible, we should also help some people in need."

Xiao Ruoyan smiled and scratched her nose, "Yes, let's work hard, we will help the poor in the future, build bridges and pave the road, okay?"

...

But no one thought that such a person who loves life would go to a dead end.

In the third year of high school, Yan Zhilan endured and endured repeated suppression by classmates of various colors in a foreign country.

She is beautiful, has excellent academic performance, and plays the piano so well, many people have long regarded her as a thorn in the eye.

They pushed her to the floor, they deliberately threw her meal on the ground while she was eating, they locked her back in the toilet, and they stepped on her school uniform skirt to be proud.

Yan Zhilan could bear it. When she came home, no one said that she secretly cleaned her wound time and time again.

Sometimes, when it was really painful and uncomfortable, she read Xiao Ruoyan's notes over and over again, and gently stroked the words with her fingers.

——Wait for me, four years later, after graduating from university, we must be together.

Her Yan is waiting for her.

She shouldn't have any accidents, as long as she endures it, she can pass it.

The biggest one was when Yan Zhilan and her school organized a winter marathon. At the moment when she was about to reach the finish line, when she was exhausted, she was pushed hard from behind.

There was a large-scale soft tissue contusion. When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor found that the injury on her body was not just a contusion. There were many old scars on her snow-white skin. Even on her arm, she saw the marks of cigarette butts burns.

Yan Feng went to school and furious. He wanted to tell who had bullied her, and he wanted to hold those people accountable.

Yan Zhilan looked out the window just like a puppet. She missed A Yan and missed her so much.

It's Ayan's 18th birthday soon. She can't be with her, will she secretly wipe her tears again?

...

Persevered in a vague way for a year.

No one knows where the tenacity came from Yan Zhilan. After she returned, she was not affected by the injury at all. She studied harder and finally passed the ideal college.

Yan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her daughter had finally forgotten her, and finally moved forward.

But my sister saw many late nights, Yan Zhilan played the piano alone to burst into tears.

Yes, for four years in college, she thought of her all the time.

As the days approached, her heart was beating, and under her repeated pleading, she asked her sister to secretly help her buy a ticket to return to China.

She thought she would see A Yan, and thought that all these years of waiting had finally come to fruition.

But at the airport, Yan Feng's bodyguard had been waiting there long ago wearing sunglasses.

That was the first time Yan Zhiyi saw her sister collapse.

Yan Zhilan, who has always been gentle and reserved, squatted on the ground, howling and crying, and even later, she lay on the ground and exhausted all her strength to fight the bodyguard, "No, don't touch me, I won't go--"

A smoke.

Her Yan is still waiting for her.

Yan Zhilan cried heartbreakingly, she was struggling like a trapped beast, and the screams in her chest were piercing.

She was dragged back.

Back home, Yan Feng did not give her any affection: "You have to die with this heart, don't want to be with that pervert, Xiaoyan, I will warn you for the last time, if you feel this way again, I It ruined her future."

It's the same again.

Again, Xiao Ruoyan's future was used to write about his sister.

Yan Zhilan is fearless, she can do anything, only Xiao Ruoyan is her weakness.

Yan Zhiyi felt uncomfortable, she bit her lip, "Dad, she—"

"roll!"

Yan Feng was furious, "Tomorrow, tomorrow you will go to meet Su Zhe, this summer vacation will be married, so what is the use of letting you read so many books??

The Su family and the Yan family had a verbal family marriage. Both families were big families with a face and a face. What's more, Su Zhe's kid had long been thinking about his daughter, and Yan Feng knew it.

Yan Zhilan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. She stared at her father, vomiting word by word: "I can't see him, and I won't marry him."

Yan Feng couldn't help it anymore, he rushed forward, almost pulling Yan Zhilan from the sofa.

Yan Zhilan was pale, unable to return to the country, her heart had been defeated, but at this time she was still staring at Yan Feng stubbornly.

Yan Feng took a deep breath, "Listen to me, if I am engaged to Su Zhe, I will let you meet."

This sentence, like honey on a knife, is full of temptation.

He thought that his daughter would take advantage of the trend to ask for the sweetness, but Yan Zhilan shook her head. She said softly, "I won't be engaged to him."

She promised Ayan.

Her person, this heart, will always belong to her alone.

If it belongs to someone else, what is the point?

After all, Yan Feng broke out. He gritted his teeth and broke the fingers that Yan Zhilan had made into a fist, and snatched from it the piece of paper that she had spent countless times reading over the years.

——Wait for me, four years later, after graduating from university, we must be together.

That was left to her by Xiao Ruoyan.

It was Yan Zhilan's hope for persistence over the years.

Yan Feng tore it to pieces, torn into pieces, and threw it in front of Yan Zhilan, "Die your heart, you can never be together!"

Is that right?

Snow-like pieces of paper fluttered in front of him.

Yan Zhilan was lying on the cold floor. She was so weak that she couldn't even get up.

At that moment, her eyes were empty, as if... as if she had no soul.

Yan Zhiyi was heartbroken when she saw her. She lifted her sister in tears and held her in her arms, "Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan..."

Yan Zhilan did not respond for a long time. In the end, her sister's hot tears flowed on her face. Yan Zhilan looked at her sister in confusion and muttered: "Sister, I miss her very much, I really miss her..."

She wants to take a look at her.

Even a glance is good.

That night.

Yan Zhiyi was uneasy. She kept looking at her sister, always afraid that she would have any accidents.

Only when she went to take a bath, she didn't follow.

When the red spread in the bathtub, Yan Zhilan closed her eyes. She leaned on the warm water and felt the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss.

at that moment.

She saw Xiao Ruoyan.

She watched her A Yan come over like she did before. She hugged her and kissed her gently: "Xiaoyan, I'm back."

...

Three days and three nights of rescue.

Yan Zhilan was rescued.

She used her own decisiveness, her life, and the struggle against her father, and she won a tragic victory.

She had no joy, just lying on the cold bed, no matter what the family members said, she would not respond.

From then on, something was wrong with Yan Zhilan, and she became lethargic.

Sometimes, you can't wake up for two or three days after sleeping.

Sometimes, she couldn’t sleep for another night. When she couldn’t fall asleep, Yan Zhilan was very anxious. Yan Zhiyi even saw her use a pen to pierce her arm like self-harm. She held her down, and then she found out After receiving a large amount of sleeping pills at home, Yan Feng became scared again.

The Yan family sought many doctors and had many physical examinations. Later, it was the psychologist Sophia who took over.

She listened to Yan Zhiyi in detail about her sister's experience.

From beginning to end, Yan Zhilan sat on the cold chair dumbly, without saying a word.

During this time, she has always been like this, her eyes are hollow, as if she is alive, but just alive.

Walking dead.

After Sophia listened, she was silent for a long time. Finally, the young doctor looked at Yan Zhilan and asked gently, "Are you asleep, you will see her?"

Yan Zhilan's eyelids twitched, and Yan Zhiyi's body trembled fiercely, looking at her sister incredibly.

Sophia continued to ask: "Did you find that you lost her again after waking up? It was too painful to get and lose again and again?"

Yan Zhilan's tears flowed down, sophia got up, she hugged Yan Zhilan.

At that moment, in the arms of a stranger, she cried.

After enduring it for so long, Xiao Yan cried.

She missed A Yan very much, very much.

She can't hold on anymore.

...

Yan Zhiyi said softly: "After returning to China, she is better, but she is still undergoing treatment. Sometimes she can't distinguish between dreams and reality."

...

Stand under the sprinkler.

Xiao Ruoyan bit her fingertips through the water, tears streaming wildly.

Xiaoyan's words were all in her mind.

It was when she just met, she looked into her eyes that she couldn't believe.

It was in the hotel, the phrase she expected, "Ayan, can you hug me?"

It was countless times. When talking to her, Xiaoyan's obsessive eyes were she was cautiously not sure, "Ayan, is this true?"

Xiaoyan steals her shirt and her waistcoat, just wanting to feel the reality more.

...

When coming out of the bathroom.

Yan Zhilan noticed that Xiao Ruoyan's eyes were a little red, and she looked at her suspiciously.

Xiao Ruoyan tilted her head, "The washing time is a bit long." She looked at Yan Zhilan's still hair, "Come here."

In the dormitory of high school, they would dry each other's hair every time they took a shower.

Yan Zhilan sat in front of the dressing table and looked at Xiao Ruoyan quietly. Xiao Ruoyan was blowing her hair carefully, not knowing what she was thinking, she kept biting her lip and trying to restrain her emotions.

"A Yan, you have suffered a lot over the years."

Yan Zhilan thought she had come here and remembered something, that's why her mood fluctuated.

Not to mention it's okay, Xiao Ruoyan's nose is even more sore, tears rolling.

Her little face.

Her girl.

She was already bruised, but she was still worried about her emotions.

Xiao Ruoyan didn't say a word, she blew her hair a little bit, Yan Zhilan moved back and softly approached her arms.

She still looked at Xiao Ruoyan without blinking, as if if she closed her eyes, she would disappear.

Those eyes were too persistent, too greedy, and too cautious.

Xiao Ruoyan was sad, her hair dried, she turned off the hair dryer, turned her head and hugged Yan Zhilan in her arms.

Turn off the hair dryer.

Xiao Ruoyan turned Yan Zhilan's body around and hugged her tightly.

She tried too hard.

Xiao Yan could hardly breathe.

Yan Zhilan's heart was a little flustered for a moment, she backed away and looked at Xiao Ruoyan: "Ayan, you..."

Xiao Ruoyan grabbed her hand and put it on her lips, "Xiaoyan, look at me."

Yan Zhilan looked at her, Xiao Ruoyan held her hand on her lips, "It's yours."

She took her hand down and put it on her collarbone, "It's still yours."

She went down again, staring at Yan Zhilan: "It's all yours, it's all real."

After that, without waiting for Yan Zhilan's reaction, Xiao Ruoyan lowered her head, and wrapped her arms around Xiaoyan's heartbreaking waist, and kissed her cold lips.

She wants to heal her with the purest love.

The author has something to say: Hey, Ye Ye has a snot and tears.

I feel that the text is just beginning.

They will use practical actions to slap their parents and all those who have opposed them.

They will hold hands well, they will live a hundred years, happy and healthy.