After the live broadcast, I overturned with the boss

The most painful thing about love is not having it. No matter how you imagine it, you can’t imagine what the picture of you walking together will be like. It is unattainable, it is an emotion that can never be settled, and it is unreasonable trouble that has no outlet...

Tears flashed in Lan Chenxi's eyes. If there is an afterlife, he and Lan Xiaoya should not become siblings or brothers and sisters. They should meet as strangers.

Withdrawing the memories about Lan Xiaoya, Lan Chenxi's voice was choked with sobs, "Ye Baihe, do you really like me? Then tell me what you like!"

"I like you, and I don't need a reason. If you insist on a reason, I can only say that I have lived for more than [-] years. Only you let me know what warmth is, so your death is special to me."

Ye Baihe would not have thought that this only warmth was full of calculations, and she would not know that Lan Chenxi's choking at this time was not moved by Ye Baihe, but because he knew that he had lost his love in this life.

"Only" is a terrible adjective, which makes people feel soft-hearted. Maybe this is why Ye Baihe still couldn't let go of Lan Chenxi after she learned the truth?
After hearing Ye Baihe's words, Lan Chenxi knew that the time was ripe, raised her hand to gently wipe away the tears on Ye Baihe's face, and then wiped off the tears on her own face, "Ye Baihe, you know who I am, I am a person who says nothing, Since you are holding on to me, I have no reason to hide from my heart anymore, right?"

Ye Baihe was stunned for a moment, her eyes filled with astonishment, "You, what do you mean?"

Lan Chenxi smiled, "Your aggressive method succeeded."

Such words are full of hints, but the transition between sadness and joy is too sudden, Ye Baihe only has a blank expression on his face, "Lan, Lan Chenxi..." She has already started to stutter, and she doesn't even know that her nose is running down...

Lan Chenxi felt disgusted, but still raised her hand to wipe the snot from Ye Baihe's face, "It's just what you think."

Now Ye Baihe jumped up directly, hugging Lan Chenxi like a koala, "Really? Did you agree?"

In a trance, Lan Chenxi seemed to hear Lan Xiaoya's voice, the same words, but with a different voice, which was fascinating.

When the memory came back to reality, Lan Chenxi took the tissue on the table and wiped away her tears, with a disappointed smile on her lips, "Xiaoya, Xiaoya, don't be my sister when you come to my house in the next life, okay?"

The next life is too far away, but for some people, the next life seems to be a closer hope.

This point, the person who gets the love does not understand.

Just like Lan Xiaoya who was sitting on the lawn downstairs basking in the sun, she never knew why Lan Chenxi was willing to sacrifice her marriage.

Even though the summer sun is in the morning, it still makes people uncomfortable. Lan Xiaoya feels that her body is a little hot, but she just refuses to avoid it, because only when she is so hot can she feel that she exists. of.

"What's your name?" A childish voice echoed in my mind, and at that moment, my memory seemed to travel to the past.

"I, I don't have a name..."

With a timid voice and a dirty little face, coupled with a long-term malnourished and thin body, the little girl was ridiculed by the little boy, "You picked it up, how about it, you can dress up well in the future, I I can marry you as my wife..."

Before the little boy finished speaking, he was slapped on the head, and a deep voice came, "No rules, she is older than you, you have to call me sister, if Lan Chenxi let me hear you talking to my sister Whether it is big or small, I will beat you..."

"His dad, you just love that girl. You don't know where that girl came from, so you picked it up? Aren't you afraid that the family doesn't have enough food?" The mean woman's voice came, a little harsh and a little annoying Hate.

The middle-aged man ignored it, and pulled the little girl to sit down in the alley, "You can't remember your name? Uncle is not a bad person, you can tell him."

The little girl took a peek at the middle-aged man's appearance, and repeatedly weighed in her heart whether the man's words were credible, and finally she chose to believe it.

"My name is Xiaoyà, and other children call me Xiaoyà."

"Which word is it? Can you write it?" The generous voice of the middle-aged man came again.

Then came the mischievous voice of the little boy, "Sloppy ghosts can't write!"

"Chenxi!" The middle-aged man's expression changed, and the little boy hurriedly hid behind the mean woman.

The middle-aged man put on a kind face and asked the little girl again, but the little girl's mind was already attracted by the pronunciation of the word "Chenxi". For some reason, she thought the name was quite nice, but for a while Did not answer the middle-aged man's question.

"Can't write, right?" The little girl came back to her senses and shook her head, "Can't write."

The middle-aged man nodded, "Let me think about it..." The voice paused for a moment, and then, the middle-aged man got up and went to the room to get a pen and paper, and began to write seriously in front of her stroke by stroke.

That word wasn't pretty, but it made the little girl realize that her name was so pretty, not inferior to the name "Chenxi" at all.

Two names "Lan Xiaoya" and "Lan Chenxi" were written on the paper.

The middle-aged man pointed at the paper and said slowly, "From now on, you will be called Xiaoya, whose surname is Lan, and Uncle's surname, but from now on, you will call me Dad and her Mom, and this is your younger brother's name, Called Chenxi, Lan Chenxi..."

That was the first time she stepped into the Lan family's modest house. It was a dilapidated yard, and it was a family that was not rich.

She still remembered that she was picking up food on the side of the street, and then met the middle-aged man in front of her.

She still remembered that day, when the middle-aged man was talking, he pointed at the mean woman and the little boy with his fingers.

She still remembered the cold snort of the mean woman after she called out "Mom".

She still remembered that it was summer, and the second day after returning to her new home to settle down, the so-called father took her to buy a beautiful little dress, so her father was scolded by her mother.

The events of those two days have been engraved in her mind. Lan Xiaoya dare not forget, and she can't forget... It was the Lan family who saved her. Without the Lan family, there would be no Lan Xiaoya. That winter she would freeze to death in the street.

But what about today?what did she doWhy can't you take good care of the only child of the Lan family?Why did Lan Chenxi take such a risk—sacrificing her marriage?

Lan Xiaoya's tears trickled down, hitting the back of her hand bit by bit.