I Heard You Still Love Her

With cold lips and the smell of tears, Yan Zhilan looked at Xiao Ruoyan, her eyes filled with tension and worry.

Did she receive a call from dad? Still heard some bad news, she...

Xiao Ruoyan raised her hand to block her eyes, and her voice choked: "Xiaoyan, close your eyes."

She loves her.

In addition to love, there are a lot of guilt, sadness and touch.

She once thought that the love of eighteen years old burned all of her, but she did not expect that Xiaoyan would pay much more than her.

Xiao Ruoyan understands that in this life, no one loves her like Xiaoyan.

She can't owe her any more money.

Kiss, you can talk.

Without the taste of love.

Full of cherishment, full of love, all passed under that gentle touch.

Yan Zhilan was a little emotional, her face turned a faint pink, and her hands clung to Xiao Ruoyan's neck, rubbing her hair gently.

This is a common move between the two of them in their teenage years.

Whenever I am tired, uncomfortable, painful, and struggling, I am not uncertain about the future.

They will comfort each other in this way.

Xiao Ruoyan was bleeding with heartache, she hated herself, why didn't she come back earlier, why...

Yan Zhilan was too gentle.

Her hand gently held Xiao Ruoyan's cheek, and finally, feeling her mood stabilized, she kissed and dried her tears: "Ayan, stop crying, stop crying."

Xiao Yan's hand gently patted Xiao Ruoyan's back, and she clearly told her not to cry, but she also blushed.

She is such a person.

Back then, she was repeatedly tortured by bullying at school, and those people didn't see her reaction.

Being suppressed again and again by Yan Feng, her body and spirit were on the verge of collapse, but she still did not waver.

The world was cruel to her and cold to her, but Yan Zhilan gritted her teeth and endured it.

But she couldn't see her girl crying.

Yan Zhilan's hand gently wiped Xiao Ruoyan's tears, and she stared at her with watery eyes: "Ayan, can you tell me what's wrong? Is it a stomachache?"

Xiao Ruoyan bit her lip and looked at Yan Zhilan's eyes: "Xiaoyan, have you seen me secretly? How do you know my stomach hurts?"

If she could still be regarded as Xiaoyan's sixth sense before, it would be a coincidence that she knew her body's problems.

But now, I heard Xiaoyan's affection for her like the sea.

Xiao Ruoyan understood that there are so many coincidences in this world. The so-called gossip, the so-called fate, and the so-called gift of marriage are nothing but the evolution and excuses of the hope in people's mouth.

Isn't the people in the bureau working hard again and again? The result of never giving up again and again.

Yan Zhilan looked at Xiao Ruoyan's eyes, and realized that her tears were related to her. She felt a pain in her heart. She approached Xiao Ruoyan's arms and muttered, "Did you know about me, right?" The voice was very soft: "I didn't tell you, I didn't want to hide it from you, or I was afraid that you were so sad."

Xiao Ruoyan's nose was sour and tears flowed down again. Yan Zhilan raised her head, tiptoed, and gently kissed her tears: "You always cry like this and break my heart. How can I tell you?"

Xiao Ruoyan wiped her face indiscriminately, she took Xiaoyan's hand and sat on the bed, "Just tell me."

Yan Zhilan smiled. She looked at Xiao Ruoyan sobbing. Her Ayan has always been a stunning beauty, with long hair and shawl, and her skin is as crystal clear as white jade. She has a few sad tears rolled up, her eyes are red, and her nose is red. It's also red, that look really makes people can't help but take care of it.

"Are you sure you want to speak here?"

Yan Zhilan raised her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Ruoyan with a smile. Xiao Ruoyan was still in sorrow, "Where are we going?"

Does Xiaoyan want to go outside? A place like a coffee shop? But it was a bit late, and there was a little rain, she was afraid that Xiaoyan would catch a cold.

She is too skinny and her physical condition is not good. Xiao Ruoyan feels that her top priority after returning is not to make money, but to her body.

Yan Zhilan smiled, one of her legs bent, and one hand pinched Xiao Ruoyan's chin, and under her astonished gaze, she kissed the thin lips.

Gently comforting, delicate tenderness, a little bit of temperature passed through the lips.

Xiao Ruoyan's cheeks started to flush, and finally, the faint emotions in her heart broke through the sadness. She put her arms around Xiaoyan's waist with her backhand, rolled over and pressed her on the bed, "You, you...what are you doing?"

They want to talk about serious questions, why should they interrupt?

Yan Zhilan looked at her with a smile, and hooked Xiao Ruoyan's neck with one hand: "You asked me to chat here, haven't you planned it for a long time?"

Xiao Ruoyan:...

She really served this little woman.

Can always use unconventional methods to make her grief and pain, tossing and messing up, and can't stir up the storm again.

Finally dragged Xiaoyan's hand and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Yan Zhilan sat there obediently, surrounded by Xiao Ruoyan with a quilt, and stuffed another cup of hot milk in her hand.

The warmth of being cared for like this is very good, Yan Zhilan retracted into the quilt, showing a child's expression of satisfaction and enjoyment.

Xiaoyan looked at her with a smile: "Can I not drink it?"

Xiao Ruoyan raised her hand and simply curled her hair up, coldly: "No."

Yan Zhilan looked at her and smiled, lowered her head and said quietly: "Ayan, you are really beautiful, cold and handsome now like this."

Xiao Ruoyan stiffened a bit, her cheeks and auricles were a little hot, she took a deep breath and restrained: "Stop flattering, you say first, how much have you eaten in total these days?"

She has observed it carefully.

In high school, although Xiaoyan was not the kind of food that Lanlan could eat, but sometimes, when they studied at night until very late, she would be drooled by the skewers and snacks on the street, begging Xiao Ruoyan wants to take a bite.

But now?

Xiao Ruoyan was thinking heavily, could it also be anorexia caused by that stress disorder?

Yan Zhilan held the cup, took a sip, and whispered: "So you have been secretly observing me, so why did you pretend to be so indifferent when you came back?"

Xiao Ruoyan:...

Xiao Yan tilted her head and snickered: "Did Lan Lan talk about Su Zhe at the wedding last time, and you added the annual drama in your mind?"

Xiao Ruoyan:...

She is perfect.

Xiaoyan stared into her eyes: "Hmph, I don't want to say anymore, have you forgotten everything I said?"

She said that her person and heart will always belong to Xiao Ruoyan alone.

Xiao Ruoyan couldn't help but she walked over and hugged Yan Zhilan: "Well, well, it's me, it's my fault."

This teacher Yan!

It is she who is asking the question, please don't turn the guest back to the Lord, okay?

Yan Zhilan's slender finger clicked on her forehead, "If you know you are wrong, you must make up for it." Her gaze fell on the last white sweater that Xiao Ruoyan took off.

Xiao Ruoyan:...

There was a moment of silence.

Xiao Ruoyan picked up the knitted sweater and handed it to Yan Zhilan. Yan Zhilan took it with satisfaction, put it in her arms and sniffed it lightly. She was greedy for the smell of Xiao Ruoyan on it, and she had been neglected on the ground for a long time. Tiny tilted her head, squinting the cat's eyes to watch the two dog owners show affection.

Its small head can't figure it out, it's obviously a pet, and it's the one that should be taken care of.

After this woman came, the owner always made the same actions as her. Today, even the cat food has forgotten to feed it? ? ?

The orange light hit Xiao Ruoyan's body, she looked at Yan Zhilan who was holding the sweater in an angry and funny way, but couldn't bear to blame her.

Some are embarrassed, but more sad.

Xiaoyan's body and heart hurt are not a day or two, she will give her all her patience.

Yan Zhilan stared faintly for a while, "A Yan, I really miss you these years."

In a word, Xiao Ruoyan's tears almost broke again.

Yan Zhilan rubbed the teacup with her hand and said softly: "My photos and yours were all torn off by my father. I have nothing, so I can only think of you, thinking about you over and over again, and aftertaste over and over again. But, Ayan, do you know?"

Xiao Ruoyan looked at her, tears rolling in her eyes.

Yan Zhilan lowered her head, her body tightened into a ball: "Maybe it was because of thinking too many times. One day, I suddenly discovered that you had become a fuzzy ball in my mind. I was very anxious, thinking hard. , But I can't remember your appearance anymore."

Xiao Ruoyan stepped forward and hugged Yan Zhilan forcefully.

During the most painful time, Yan Zhilan heard "Who Missed" most often.

-do you know

The taste of missing someone

Like drinking a glass of cold water

And then it took a long, long time

One by one shed tears

Do you know the taste of loneliness

I am lonely because I miss someone

…

Yan Zhilan shed tears as she listened. Later, she played on the piano by herself, playing it over and over again.

She is different from Xiao Ruoyan.

She left her hometown.

If there are friends like Lanlan or the boss around her, maybe her condition can be better, but she doesn't.

She had her sister who was still swinging between her and her father at that time, her aggressive and powerful father, and Su Zhe's approach again and again that she disgusted, and...Xiao Ruoyan's mottled note.

In a familiar embrace, Yan Zhilan relaxed a bit. She relieved her strength and leaned towards Xiao Ruoyan: "I'm terribly scared...but I think it's okay. We will meet soon. You will be waiting for me in the same place. ."

"But I'm still afraid, I'm afraid that everything is my dream. In the end, it's just nothing but a basket of water. I still can't see you."

"What we said is to live well, but Ayan, I broke my promise."

…

Yan Zhilan shrank into a small ball, her hand grabbing Xiao Ruoyan's clothes: "I'm... I'm so lonely, so scared..." "I know, I know."

With tears dripping down, Xiao Ruoyan tightened his arms, "I won't say anything, I won't say that I am uncomfortable."

Yan Zhilan shook her head. She looked at Xiao Ruoyan's wet eyes: "I want to say." She raised a hand and touched Xiao Ruoyan's cheek: "I know, no matter what I become, I become How unbearable, my Yan will never despise me."

Sorrow starts from the heart.

Xiao Ruoyan didn't know how to express his feelings.

She must have been so desperate.

Yan Zhilan was silent for a moment, she slowly lifted her pajamas, Xiao Ruoyan's eyes widened suddenly.

On the edge of the thigh, there are some burn marks from cigarette butts... and those scars are all mottled scars.

It is especially obvious on the skin like white jade.

Xiao Ruoyan's hand was trembling and stroking it, Yan Zhilan seemed a little afraid that she would scold her, and hugged her waist with both hands: "These...I have applied a lot of scar removal, but they won't work." She carried In a coquettish tone, "You don't dislike it, do you?"

Dislike it...

Xiao Ruoyan's heart was broken.

She lowered her head, bent over, and kissed her lips little by little.

Her kiss was so religious, Yan Zhilan shivered when she saw the burn mark.

"This is a trace of those rascals bullying you in high school."

Yan Zhilan let out a soft "um", she felt that the place where Xiao Ruoyan had kissed was numb, comfortable and uncomfortable.

She was not the only one being bullied at the school.

But others will not be as cold as her, no matter what you do, you will be as indifferent as wood.

The more indifferent, the more aroused the anger of the other party.

But after all, she is a student, and she will still be jealous, afraid that her parents will find her injuries, and they will scald the places she can't see.

Yan Zhilan curled her legs, but she was held down by Xiao Ruoyan. Her fingers burned the little traces beside her: "Is this you pierced with a pen?"

Xiao Yan bit her lip and didn't speak. Xiao Ruoyan glanced at her, lowered her head and wanted to kiss again. Yan Zhilan took a deep breath and said quickly: "It's not a pen, it's a screwdriver."

Xiao Ruoyan said coldly, "You are pretty good." She thought about it and turned around, Yan Zhilan knew her temper and hugged him quickly: "Where are you going?"

Xiao Ruoyan said faintly, "I also went to find a screwdriver and pierce it twice to feel the feeling."

Yan Zhilan said, "I don't have a screwdriver, so don't be angry." She knows how to act like a baby, and puts Xiao Ruoyan into Xiao Ruoyan's weakness: "At that time, I disliked my father always marrying me. On the other hand... I hate myself for not being able to sleep, the kind of hostility that rises from the bottom of my heart."

Because I was asleep, I could see Xiao Ruoyan.

Later, she bought a lot of sleeping pills. At first, she only took one or two pills when she couldn't sleep. Later, Xiao Ruoyan in her dream was like a poppy flower, which made her immersed and unable to extricate herself.

Not only Yan Feng, but even her sister had persuaded her, "Xiaoyan, you will ruin yourself forever like this."

Yan Zhilan said faintly, "Sister, do you think I still have any life for me now?"

People who have died once have nothing to fear from now on.

Back then, if her attitude was a little lax, Yan Feng wouldn't just let it go.

Xiao Ruoyan was angry and distressed again, "Don't be like this in the future."

Yan Zhilan leaned on her very obediently, "Yeah."

Her Yan is back.

She also started a new life well.

She wants to get better soon and live a long life, otherwise her Ayan is such a crying little crying bag, without her protection, how can she do?

The two hugged quietly for a while, feeling each other's body temperature and rapid heartbeat. The drizzle outside the window, and the fragrance of each other's body in the air.

So happy...

Let alone Xiaoyan, even Xiao Ruoyan was in a daze, unable to distinguish between reality and dream.

The little meow cried non-stop on the ground, Yan Zhilan just remembered, "Ah, I forgot to feed it cat food."

Xiao Ruoyan pinched her nose, "Sit down and I will go."

Yan Zhilan hugged her, "Don't go, I don't want you to go."

Xiao Ruoyan hugged her tightly and thought for a while: "How about being hungry and okay?"

Little:...

dog's owner! !

ten minutes later.

After all, Xiao Ruoyan was waiting for the little one, fed the cat food, and poured milk for it.

The face of the snack was buried, Xiao Ruoyan wiped his mouth very carefully, and even cleaned up every beard and beard.

Yan Zhilan looked at her, faintly: "I want you to bathe me in the future."

Xiao Ruoyan shivered, and she absently changed the subject: "Xiaoyan, what kind of me is in your dreams?"

Although she knew it would hurt, she had to ask for the future.

No matter how many problems, no matter how difficult, no matter how difficult it is, it will always end.

Xiao Ruoyan is full of confidence in the future, as long as two people are together, she will no longer be afraid of the storm.

She owes her too much. For the rest of his life, he would compensate her little by little.

Yan Zhilan was magnanimous, "Most of the time I was a student. When I return to China, I don't often have it, but you will also...well, the way I looked after work."

Xiao Ruoyan tilted her head and said, "You also said you haven't secretly ran to see me?"

Yan Zhilan was a little embarrassed that the lie was exposed in person. She had been to see Xiao Ruoyan, not just once, but she had just returned at that time and everything was under Yan Feng's control. She was always afraid that her father would hurt her.

Xiao Ruoyan washed her hands and walked to the bed to hug her, thinking about countermeasures.

She wants to go back to hand over work as soon as possible, make everything go smoothly, and come back quickly.

Xiaoyan's situation is not very optimistic, but fortunately after she came back, she became obedient and was willing to receive treatment.

She has to go to see a reliable doctor.

You can’t take this medicine, but you can’t stop taking it all at once. The amount of medicine should be reduced a little bit.

Home is the most reassuring place. Although Xiaoyan’s dormitory is good, it always lacks the taste of home.

And just in school, there will be some inconvenience and uncomfortableness.

She thought in confusion, Yan Zhilan leaned on her leisurely, closed her eyes with enjoyment, her legs were still like children, dangling one after another, Xiao Ruoyan looked at her and asked casually: " Then in your dreams, what do I most often look like?"

Xiao Ruoyan thought, knowing that Xiaoyan fantasizes about her most often, and listen to what she wears and what she describes, so that she can look back and change into that kind of dress and dress for her to take a look and feel. It might be useful to find out what is true.

Xiao Yan's face was a little red, she bit her lip and didn't say a word, and her legs didn't sway. Xiao Ruoyan urged: "Say it."

Yan Zhilan plunged her head into her arms sullenly, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Of course." Xiao Ruoyan has always been strong in this regard. She took out the person who was still in her arms and looked at her seriously: "I want to know."

Is there anything she can't accept?

No matter what Xiaoyan dreams of her most, she can accept it.

Yan Zhilan asked embarrassedly in a low voice, "What do you want to know about this?"

Xiao Ruoyan is very honest: "Tell me what it looks like, and I will show it to you so that you can feel that I am real."

Her brain is spinning fast, maybe it's what she looked like when she said she was going to separate?

Can't... Maybe it was the way they were when they first kissed?

Under her gaze, Yan Zhilan's face blushed a little. She hesitated for a moment, raised her head and looked at Xiao Ruoyan's eyes shining with waves, and said softly: "It's the appearance of you without clothes."

Xiao Ruoyan was stiff, her face flushed instantly, and her body turned backwards instinctively, but Yan Zhilan had already posted it like a shadow at an amazing speed. She looked at Xiao Ruoyan and smiled, her smile looked like a charming Daji. In the same way, slender jade hands pressed against Xiao Ruoyan's pajamas, and asked in a nasal voice, "Ayan, what are you running? Are you still talking about it?"

The author has something to say: Ye Zi caught a cold suddenly and covered his face. Maybe it really seems like everyone said that he cried too much yesterday.

I'm getting older.

ps: The latest update time may not be fixed, but it does happen every day. If it's okay, just use it, okay.