I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

Kiyana paused, and there seemed to be some bottomless emotion brewing in her eyes.

Then she said, "Just tell me the story of you and Kiana Kaslana."

98: Sweet talk between unmarried couples (serious face)

"Qiana Kaslana?"

Hearing this name, Yan was stunned, the expression on his face seemed to go back to the distant past, and the white-haired girl who left a deep impression on his ordinary memory appeared in his mind.

"The encounter with her can only be said to have started with an accident."

Yan raised his head and began to talk: "Before I was 17 years old, I was basically an ordinary person, with a bit of personality..."

"Cowardly." Kiyana spoke up.

"It's reason!" He emphasized: "Thinking about that time when I was alone and helpless, even if there was a big trouble, I had to bear it myself. Others and parents and relatives came to beg for mercy, but I could only look forward to it. watch them convict themselves.”

Yan took a breath, his eyes were calm: "What can I do in this situation? Do you think people will listen to adults' threats or children's sophistry?"

"So over time, you developed this timid character?" Kiyana kept moving her hands: "It sounds like your childhood was pretty miserable."

"It's okay to be honest, it's nothing to think about now. After all, compared to the previous experiences, I almost lost my life in Florence some time ago."

Yann said indifferently: "If it weren't for the aura of the protagonist who changed his life against the sky, I'm afraid you, a cheap fiancé, would have died on the spot and reincarnated."

"Some things seem to be purely accidental, but in fact everything is inevitable."

Qiyana said suddenly.

"Clam?"

"It's nothing, you continue."

Yann was a little puzzled, but he didn't care too much: "In short, at that time, due to his personality, he was often blackmailed by some gangsters."

About 7 or 8 years ago, at that time, electronic payment was not yet popular, and everyone basically carried wallets with change and used cash transactions when they went out, unlike today’s electronic payment that is spread in every household in the streets and alleys, directly making a living by stealing wallets all year round. Thieves are completely unemployed.

——Changed to stealing batteries to raise his wife.

"Until one day, she just broke into the middle of me and those gangsters, and knocked them away with a few tricks." Yaen's voice suddenly drifted, and there seemed to be foamy memories in his eyes.

He still couldn't forget the scene at that time. It was hard to imagine that a beautiful girl with a delicate body and a soft body could overthrow groups of gangsters without any effort. Her vigorous figure seemed to be dancing under the light and shadow.

"At first I planned to thank her, but I didn't expect her to say directly, 'If you thank me, please take me in'."

"Adoption?" Kiyana muttered, "It sounds like you are adopting a homeless kitten."

"But this cat is more fierce than ordinary cats."

Yan smiled: "But it's also cuter than ordinary cats."

"So you took her in?"

Kiyana squinted at him, and used a very appropriate idiom: "Golden House Cangjiao."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I was quite boring living at home by myself at the time. One more person is more lively."

Yan still insisted: "And people have begged me to take her in. She also earnestly helps with housework, so it's like raising a maid."

"It is illegal to employ child labor."

"Then it's fine if I don't pay wages." He spread his hands: "As long as you don't pay, it's not considered employment."

Kiyana stared at him silently, with contempt in her eyes.

"Just kidding." Yaen coughed twice, and then said: "Of course the main reason is that the group of gangsters will retaliate afterwards. But it was easily resolved by her later."

"Then the boy fell in love with the girl from then on?"

Kiyana concluded: "The hero saves the beauty, it's really a cliché story."

"I was only so old at that time, and I didn't even have hair to talk about a hammer love!" Yan took a breath, and said in a bad breath: "But if you say you care, it's really a little bit."

"After all, she and I are the same kind of people. I have lived alone since I was a child. The difference is that I am cowering like a turtle, but she can maintain a cheerful attitude to face the future."

Yann murmured: "How should I say it, I admire her a little bit."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into a long silence.

The sunset on the dome is gradually setting, and the huge training ground is empty, only the two seem to rely on each other.

"What does she usually look like?" Kiyana asked again.

"Hmm - except that I go out to work on weekends, I feel no different from ordinary girls." Ian thought for a while: "I will be attracted to beautiful clothes, but I dare not buy them because they are too expensive. I lose my temper when I lose in games, and sometimes I even use my hands and feet. I can’t help but doze off in class, and when the teacher catches me, I pretend to be pitiful and cute. Maybe it’s because of my personality and appearance. She's surprisingly popular at school."

He turned his head slightly, as if glancing at Kiyana.

"Why are you looking at me?" Qiyana looked directly into his eyes, her eyes were cold: "Speak directly."

"No."

Yan shook his head violently, explaining that they had the same face, but their personalities were quite different.

"Humph."

Qiyana snorted coldly: "From what you said, she's living a pretty life."

Ian didn't speak.

During the time he spent with her, he would occasionally see her leaning against the edge of the window sill in a daze, with her slender hair hanging down her back under the moonlight, casually looking up at the night sky. Stars, sea-blue eyes seem to be filled with memories of the past.

At that moment, Yan felt for no reason that she was not as cheerful and lively as she appeared during the day.

In fact, everyone has a vulnerable side in their hearts, but some people are better at disguising it with a smile.

"In the final analysis, the time I've been with her is just over a month. She came suddenly, and she left just as suddenly. There wasn't even a word of farewell."

Yan seemed to feel sorry, and sighed: "I don't know how she is doing now?"

"I didn't expect you to be quite nostalgic. After so many years, you still can't forget her."

Kiyana glanced at him with a cold expression: "No wonder you were so excited when you heard my name, just like the monkey who saw the banana."

"Why, are you jealous?" Ian asked casually.

"How could I be jealous of something that happened so many years ago?" Kiyana said disdainfully, and then she seemed to realize something, and then said: "No, how could I be jealous of you!"

"That's really a pity."

Yann didn't care either: "However, although you both are called Qiyana, I know you are you and she is her. Even if you two have the same appearance, I am confident that I can tell the difference."

"What do you mean?"

"Because you are my fiancée, how can I not even tell my fiancée apart?"

"Hehe." Kiyana looked disbelieving: "It's okay to coax those little girls who don't know much about the world with such little love talk."

"I'm serious. To be honest, after this period of contact, I found that you are much easier to get along with than I imagined. I used to think that you were a cold, unreasonable and poisonous guy. Later..."

"Then what?"

"Later I found out that you are quite easy to get along with although you are indeed a bit venomous and cold." Yann commented objectively: "Although you are usually a little arrogant, you beat me up quite badly during training, and you still like to ridicule when you have nothing to do People, even if they pass by each other at home, they completely treat me as air..."

"...Can you hurry up to the next turning point, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to resist showing you the spear fighting technique again."

The corners of Kiyana's eyes twitched, resisting the urge to punch him.

"However, these feelings are nothing. Sometimes I think it's quite interesting in retrospect. It can be regarded as a little seasoning in daily life."

"Are you shaking M..."

"Of course it's mainly because I don't hate you, and I even like you a little bit."

Yann turned his back to Kiyana, and his voice was more serious than ever.

"Especially after understanding the grievances and grievances of our previous generation, you can still get along with me under the same roof regardless of the past, and even teach me gun fighting skills."

"I think even if the engagement breaks off after a month, we can still be friends."

"...Who wants to be your friend."

Kiana said softly.

"Having said that, since I told the story about my past, you should also tell about your own past."

Yan tilted his head slightly, as if looking at her.

"I?"

Qiyana froze for a moment, then frowned.

"Although I have heard some things about you from other places, I still want to hear from you yourself, which will also let me know you better."

Yan said: "After all, as your fiancé, I don't seem to know much about you."

"I have nothing to say."

"Don't be so indifferent, you are idle anyway, it's okay to talk about your measurements if you can't." He said, "I promise I won't tell others."

"Are you trying to die?" Qiyana narrowed her pupils, her eyes were cold: "I found that you talk a lot today."

"Solemnly warn you, don't think that teaching you the gun fighting technique is the recognition of your fiancé status!"

Yan shrugged, noncommittal: "Enliven the atmosphere, are you sure you don't want to talk about it? Sometimes, it's much better to say something than to hold it in your heart."

"Also, don't forget that you initiated this topic in the first place."

Qiyana hesitated for a while: "Actually, there is nothing worth mentioning about my past."

The movements of her hands slowed down, as if caught in a memory.

In her more than ten years of memory, only a few short years are worth recalling. Since the second collapse, she has been living in a gray world, and it is from that time that she His personality became completely different from before, he restrained his emotions, and disguised himself with indifference and arrogance.

So she became aloof, with disdain on her brows, looking like an unapproachable young lady.

But no one knew she was just a poor wretch who had lost everything.

This is also something that can't be helped, she doesn't like to see other people's sympathetic eyes, and she doesn't want to face the charity of others.