I Heard You Still Love Her

—A Yan...Uncomfortable, I want to sleep with you.

A long, long time ago, when the second semester of the second semester was about to enter the third year of high school, the people in the dormitory went out for a K-song carnival, and they gave fruit plates and beer. That was Yan Zhilan’s first drink, and Xiao Ruoyan happened to go out to answer the phone. One didn't look at it. When she came back, Xiaoyan had already flushed her cheeks, holding a wine glass in her hand, and she couldn't stop smiling at her.

At that time, she said exactly the same thing, "Ayan, it's uncomfortable, I want to sleep with you, sleepy."

The boss who was holding Mai turned his head vigilantly, Xiao Ruoyan covered Yan Zhilan’s mouth, Yan Zhilan’s smiling eyes glowed, she kissed Xiao Ruoyan’s palm, and stared at her slyly, Xiao Ruoyan’s His face flushed, and he yanked his arm back.

It was also from that time that the boss gradually discovered that something was wrong between the two, and the clues began to be exposed.

nowadays.

Xiao Ruoyan helped Yan Zhilan into the room, she first called the culprit Lan Lan.

Lan Lan was obviously busy at the beginning, but when Xiao Ruoyan got through, she just didn't answer it. In the end, she shut down the phone. She wanted to call the boss, but today is someone’s bridal banquet. The residual humanity makes Xiao Xiao Ruoyan stopped this idea.

She bit her lip and looked at Yan Zhilan, who was sitting on the bed with her head down and dangling like a doll, "Xiaoyan, where is your room stuck?"

If she finds the room card, she can send her back.

When Yan Zhilan drank too much, her eyes were bright, with a smile in her eyes. She curled her lips: "The room card? Give it to Lanlan."

Xiao Ruoyan:...

Yan Zhilan's body turned back and pressed against the wall, she muttered, "Cold."

After drinking too much alcohol, she had a problem. Her feet would become cold, just like ice cubes. Xiao Ruoyan asked the doctor before, and the doctor said it might be the cause of hereditary blood.

Yan Zhilan looked at Xiao Ruoyan's hesitation. She bit her lip, lowered her head and muttered, "It's been ten years since you've been gone. You've become... so cruel."

Xiao Ruoyan:...

A few minutes later.

Xiao Ruoyan put her down on her bed carefully, and went to take off her shoes, "How much did you drink?"

She doesn't know if Xiaoyan's alcohol consumption is still like that of a teenager.

Yan Zhilan grumbled her hand and hugged the quilt, with a strand of hair attached to her forehead, and her eyes were fascinated. Xiao Ruoyan was a little bit clean. When she came to the hotel, she would change to the bed sheet she brought, which smelled of her. Yan Zhilan sniffed like holding a kitten, "Your smell..."

She was really drunk.

Seeing Xiao Ruoyan, she was happy, but again, she was not as bland as she appeared.

Over the years, Ayan has experienced a lot, and she has done the same.

Even, because of family reasons, Yan Zhilan saw more cruel aspects of the world, and she knew what was standing in front of the two of them.

She is not afraid of anything, fearless, she only needs Xiao Ruoyan.

Over the years, I missed it to the depths. In her dreams, she would often hold Xiao Ruoyan and sniff the smell of her body. The smell was a bit like a floral scent, but more of her body scent.

Xiao Ruoyan took off her shoes and saw Yan Zhilan sniffing her quilt like a puppy. Her face was a little hot, and she was about to talk. Yan Zhilan muttered, "I miss..."

She missed the smell.

Missing to tears unconsciously.

Once, in the dormitory, Yan Zhilan promised Xiao Ruoyan that as long as she was there, she would not easily drink or let herself get drunk easily in the future.

And in the past ten years, her A Yan is absent.

She has been drunk countless times.

She sat alone at home crying presumptuously, sitting alone on the roof wagging her feet thinking about the unseen tomorrow, smoking a cigarette and sitting quietly until dawn.

there is none left.

No one would hug her tenderly, ask her if she is uncomfortable, and kiss her ears to coax her to sleep.

The strength of the wine surged upwards.

Yan Zhilan held Xiao Ruoyan's quilt in tears, and Xiao Ruoyan stood aside and looked at her quietly, tears falling down Ruyu's cheeks.

The two cried silently for a while.

I don’t know how long Xiao Ruoyan came over. She bent down and hugged Yan Zhilan gently, "Stop crying, Xiaoyan, stop crying..."

Obviously to comfort her.

But Xiao Ruoyan's tears were even more turbulent.

Her fingers were as gentle as before, gently rubbing Yan Zhilan's hair, Yan Zhilan finally let go of the quilt, she threw herself into her arms and wept indulgently.

-You understand my suffering, I understand your sorrow.

In front of her A Yan, she didn't need any disguise.

Yan Zhilan hadn't shed such tears for a long time, and the moonlight was thick, falling on Xiaoyan's face, throwing a heavy layer of sadness on her.

Xiao Ruoyan went to the bathroom to get hot water, she bent over and squatted by the bed, looked at Xiaoyan's feet, hesitated, and asked tentatively, "May I take off your socks and bubble feet?"

Yan Zhilan sat up, her hair was messy, like a pretty little madman, and her eyes were usually charming. She said with Xiao Ruoyan's delicate nasal voice: "You can take it off wherever you want. "

Xiao Ruoyan:...

This has to drink a pound.

She took off Yan Zhilan's socks. When she saw the jade-white toes, Xiao Ruoyan's ears became hot, and her feet were beautiful, small and cute.

Xiao Ruoyan pressed her feet in the warm water, and she rubbed her one by one, trying to make her feet warm up.

Yan Zhilan lowered her head and looked at Xiao Ruoyan. Her eyes were full of water mist. Xiao Ruoyan asked, "Is it hot?"

She raised her head and faced Yan Zhilan's tearful eyes. She tilted her head, and Yan Zhilan shook her head: "It's not hot."

She seems to have soaked her feet, her condition is a little better, and she calmly looks out of the darkened window.

Pieces of water splash.

The two were silent until Xiao Ruoyan wiped Yan Zhilan's feet dry, wrapped her in a quilt, and turned back to the bed.

Yan Zhilan asked softly: "Ayan, can you hug me?"

Xiao Ruoyan looked at her in silence. After a while, she sat on the side of the bed, did not hug Yan Zhilan but asked softly, "Is it better?"

Yan Zhilan lowered her head and said nothing.

She used to be like this every time she was angry with Xiao Ruoyan, biting her lip and sitting there aggrieved.

Xiao Ruoyan couldn't bear her appearance the most, and she would suppress the big things, holding her on her lap and coaxing.

But now...

Xiao Ruoyan said faintly, "You can rest for a while."

She took the cigarette case and went to the balcony. The night in her hometown was beautiful. Although the manor was already black as ink, the lights in the distance illuminated the whole city.

Xiao Ruoyan took out a cigarette, she didn't smoke it in her mouth, just let her burn it.

When she was a teenager, she was very temperamental, and when she lost her temper, she would be very venomous. Only Yan Zhilan could surrender her.

For ten years, her edges and corners have been flattened, and working hard outside has taught her to swallow all the words and all the worries for her own digestion.

After all, she can't forget Yan Zhilan's father's black face, and the slap that Xiaoyan slapped in front of her, after all, can't forget the words of Xiaoyan sister.

Many things will not be painful if they don't start.

I don't know how long it took.

Footsteps came from behind, Yan Zhilan walked out wearing slippers, she stood behind Xiao Ruoyan and looked at the cigarette in her hand.

Xiao Ruoyan's hand paused, Yan Zhilan stared at her for a moment, "Give me one."

"What do you smoke?"

After the two met, Xiao Ruoyan kept rolling in her heart several times without saying a word. Now, her dissatisfaction that she blurted out has become stronger than that in her teenage years.

Yan Zhilan was stunned. She looked at Xiao Ruoyan's eyes red, and Xiao Ruoyan was also a little startled. After a while, she lowered her head and said faintly, "No."

Very decisively refused.

Yan Zhilan stared at her for a while, and hooked her mouth in a self-deprecating manner. She turned back to the room, took out the cigarette and lighter from the pocket of the windbreaker, and took another bottle from the wine cabinet by the way, and she folded it back.

Xiao Ruoyan:...

Yan Zhilan sat on a wicker chair with her slender legs folded, and she skillfully lit the cigarette. Her vermilion lips lowered her head and took a sip. Under the curling smoke, she squinted her eyes, her narrow eyes staring at Xiao Ruoyan. Look.

A set of movements, very skilled.

Xiao Ruoyan was shocked. Yan Zhilan looked at her with a soft voice: "Don't believe I can smoke?" She spit out a cigarette ring, "Ayan, you have been away from me for ten years."

Yes.

Ten years.

They are not the same as before.

Xiao Ruoyan returned to her senses, her eyes were a little dim, Yan Zhilan bent down and took out two cups from the coffee table, "Drink?"

"Wine drinking just after waking up?"

Xiao Ruo Yanbing turned her face to her, Yan Zhilan pinched a cigarette with her slender fingertips, and her long hair fluttered in the wind. At that moment, she was very charming and seductive, "If you want to drink, not get drunk, why are you willing to keep me?"

In a word, it was in the middle of the red heart, Xiao Ruoyan was speechless.

Yan Zhilan stared at her for a while, shook her head and smiled. She picked up the wine glass and took a sip of red wine.

There are no stars in the sky tonight, and after a long time, there will be a sense of dizziness that melts in this quiet blackness.

Both of them are silent, one smokes quietly, the other drinks and smokes.

When they were a teenager, the two often sat together, learning, composing, and singing were full of vigor.

Xiao Ruoyan watched Yan Zhilan's wine glass bottomed out again, and she couldn't help but stop: "Don't drink it."

Yan Zhilan tilted her head to look at her, tears in her eyes, "Who are you, why do you care about me?"

These words simply and bluntly pierced the faint window-like barrier between the two people who met again.

Xiao Ruoyan was quite embarrassed, her eyes were covered with sadness under the moonlight.

See you again.

She is who she is.

Over the years, she has thought about it many, many times, but she didn't even think of it after thinking about it.

Now, when asked by Yan Zhilan, her chest was like a heavy rock. After a long silence, Xiao Ruoyan replied calmly: "Friend."

Like a kind of self-hypnosis and suggestion, she repeated: "We are friends."

friend?

Get this answer.

Yan Zhilan only felt that the wine she had just drunk rushed up like the tide, her face turned pale, her forehead began to sweat, and her stomach began to feel uncomfortable.

Seeing her abnormality, Xiao Ruoyan hurriedly reached out to help her, but was pushed away by Yan Zhilan. She staggered to get up, walked back to the house, and lay down on the bed, "Friend? Haha..."

Only she can see such an arrogant little face.

In the past, Xiao Ruoyan would definitely coax her carefully, but now, she is just silent.

"Friend, I borrow your bed to sleep."

Xiao Yan's voice was very soft and fragile, with a trembling tail, she lay there muttering and repeating: "Friend...friend..."

She was really cold by Xiao Ruoyan's plans in her heart, she was really taken over by alcohol, she was sweating cold, and she didn't have any strength at all.

Before falling into a drowsiness, she looked at Xiao Ruoyan who came to cover the quilt, and said bitterly and unwillingly: "Who is your friend?

…"

It has been so noisy for more than half an hour.

Xiao Ruoyan looked at Xiaoyan who had fallen asleep and sighed softly.

She walked over, covered her with the quilt, and went outside to collect all the wine glasses.

When he came back, Xiao Ruoyan saw Yan Zhilan, who was still making a lot of noise, shrunk into a small ball, and didn't know how she could reach it. She held her clothes on the chair in his hand, and hugged tightly.

Seeing Yan Zhilan holding her clothes, Xiao Ruoyan felt a pain in her heart. She walked over, trying to touch Yan Zhilan's cheek, but finally stopped in midair.

Yan Zhilan murmured, her legs shrank up, her lips biting and trembling.

Xiao Ruoyan opened the quilt, holding her cold feet in both hands and gently rubbing it, but she couldn’t feel the warmth. She thought about opening the quilt, and got into the quilt. Then she opened her clothes, Yan Zhilan's cold feet pressed against her chest.

With cold feet pressed against the delicate skin, Xiao Ruoyan got goose bumps from the cold, it was really cold.

She tolerated, trying to pass the heat to Xiaoyan and warm her. After a long time, feeling that her feet were no longer so cold, Xiao Ruoyan put her feet back into the bed and tucked the quilt on her.

Sitting on the bedside, Xiao Ruoyan looked at Yan Zhilan quietly, gently smoothing her frowning eyebrows, staring at Xiaoyan gently but very solemnly: "You are the one I love. "