Ye Ye Zhiqiu

"Tong Ye..." An indescribable colic pain spread throughout his body, his eyes were covered with tears and he couldn't open them, and the photo he was desperately clutching in his hand was pulled out of its folds.

Should she be happy?The sister she had been waiting for for ten years was found, and her wish of ten years came true.

No, she is not happy.The person who existed in the first memory was obsession, the legend in her life, and the intimacy that had been polished and made strange by time. Although she didn't want to admit it, the waiting of these years had made her subconsciously accept the childhood love. Ye will not return this result.

In the beginning, she did look for Tong Ye's shadow in Han Ye'an, but her rationality made her stop in time. She had already made it clear that Tong Ye was Tong Ye, and Han Ye'an was Han Ye'an, but now, the facts told her: Han Ye'an was Tong Ye. leaf.

Her sister is back, so what about her love?What should she do with her girlish thoughts?

She thought Han Ye'an liked her, otherwise how could he treat her so well?Compromise in everything, respond to everything, and even agree to this kind of words.

It wasn't.

"Why..." She choked up, slumped on the ground, crying like a fool.

She likes Han Ye'an, but Han Ye'an only cares about his younger sister.

I have never been so helpless in my 17 years of life. I don't know how to face it, and I don't know how to choose.The truth came unexpectedly, breaking all the beauty of fantasy, tearing her heart in all directions.

How much she wished that Han Ye'an was Han Ye'an, she didn't want Tong Ye, she didn't want a sister, she only wanted Han Ye'an, she didn't want the person she liked to just treat herself as a younger sister, she wanted more.

Can she ask for more?Does she have a chance to ask for more?

Han Ye'an carried the vegetables and walked towards the door of the house. Wang Xiao ran over from behind and patted her on the shoulder.

"Buying so many vegetables?"

"Shabu-shabu, are you coming?" she asked.

"Come, of course." Wang Xiao took a bag of potatoes from her hand, "You and Xiaoqiu have a good life together, hey, who cooks in your family?"

"Her." These days Tong Qiu treats her like a porcelain doll, and doesn't let her do anything. Even though he is only a half-cooker, he insists on shouldering the heavy responsibility of cooking.

"This sister is really worth it." Wang Xiao envied, "I wish I had a younger sister too."

Thinking of the person waiting for him at home, Han Ye'an's eyes softened unconsciously, and then he glanced at Wang Xiao: "Think about it."

Being harassed for no reason, Wang Xiao was very dissatisfied, "It's really you, other people's wives are not like you."

Han Ye'an smiled and kicked him, "Get lost."

Han Ye'an sensed something was wrong when he opened the door. Normally, Tong Qiu would have already rushed out of the room at this time. Why is there still no movement?

"Where's the person?" Wang Xiao also turned to look at her.

Han Ye'an didn't speak, walked into the room with his legs up, and looked at them one by one, but there was no one there.

"Call and ask, maybe she's gone out." Seeing her frowning, Wang Xiao suggested.

The call is dialed, and the other party answers in seconds.

"Small……"

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted: "I... my grandfather is in the hospital. My mother told me to go back. I will see you in two days. Well, the bus is at the stop. I'll go down first, bye!"

There are always many loopholes in the hastily made-up reasons, Han Ye'an frowned even deeper, she remembered that Tong Qiu's grandfather had passed away long ago, and she was even taken to the funeral.

Tong Qiu has something to hide from her.But she had only left for less than half an hour, what could happen?

"What's wrong?" Seeing her getting worse and worse, Wang Xiao was a little worried.

"It's okay, let's cook." Han Ye'an went to the kitchen with a cold face, carrying the dishes.

Having been the leader of Qiushui Street for so many years, Wang Xiaotian was not afraid of anything, except for Han Ye'an who was cold, he raised his hand and rubbed his nose, "These two are really...no one can do without the other." If there is a mess, is that okay?

The bus stopped at an unknown stop, and when a large group of people rushed in, Tong Qiu got out of the bus because he felt uncomfortable.

It is a familiar street.

It has been a while since school started, and the shops around Daxue Road are booming. Although there is no greenery, it doesn't seem so deserted.Intertwined people. Flows and mixed sounds surround everyone in it.

She didn't wear a scarf when she came out, and the cold wind poured in from the collar, making her shiver.

She didn't dare to stay by Han Ye'an's side anymore, and couldn't even face her at all.

They can't.Start with four 10 minutes.These words kept going back and forth in her mind, making her dizzy, making her heart ache, making her want to shed tears, unable to do anything.

Of course she can be willful, she can pursue, and she can make demands on Han Ye'an with a shameless face. She still has Han Ye'an's promise here, she can go up to her and say: I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you to be with me.

There was nothing wrong with it, she even felt that Han Ye'an had a high chance of agreeing to her.Whether it's out of habitual connivance to her, or guilt for not returning.

But what about after agreeing?She was happy and pretended like a hooligan that she didn't know anything and turned her sister into a girlfriend. She was cheeky and shameless. What about Han Ye'an?

Han Ye'an has no relatives.Her parents and grandma are gone, she is lonely in this world, she regards Tong Qiu as her younger sister, and puts it on the top of her heart, in a place that only belongs to her family.

She is Han Yean's family.Han Ye'an's love for her is not Xi's liking, but family affection.Relying on Han Ye'an not to drive her away, she is unscrupulous and pushes forward, what kind of scum is she!

All assumptions have been overturned, all expectations have been driven into the abyss, and everything has returned to zero.This is a love that must be buried in the heart, a mind that must be suppressed and forgotten.

At some point, her eyes became blurred again, her heart ached so badly that she couldn't walk, she squatted down on the spot, buried her head in her knees, and cried silently.

"Xiaoqiu?" A familiar voice came from above his head.

Fu Lin took her by the arm and led her into the cafe, where she ordered a cup of hot cocoa.

The heat from the glass brought people back to their senses, Tong Qiu took the tissue to wipe his eyes, and whispered thank you.

Fu Lin lowered her voice: "What's wrong? Did you quarrel with Han Ye'an?"

Hearing the words Han Ye'an, Tong Qiu couldn't stop crying again. She tried hard to hold back, so she bit her lip: "No, no."

This was so aggrieved that Fu Lin couldn't bear it, so she pulled a tissue and handed it to her: "Shall I ask her to pick you up?"

"No! Don't!" Tong Qiu hurriedly stopped, and his reaction was very quick.

Fu Lin sighed: "I still said it wasn't a quarrel." It must be Han Ye'an's wood that made Tong Qiu angry.

"Really not." Tong Qiu continued to refute.She slowly adjusted her breathing, and at least controlled herself not to cry.

"Because of other things." She sniffed, "Don't tell her."

"Uh... alright." It seems like it's a private matter, so it's really hard for her to ask more questions.

"Drink something, it's too cold outside." She pointed to the hot cocoa in Tong Qiu's hand.

"Well, thank you, you are still busy, don't worry about me." Tong Qiu responded.

"Okay, then you can sit here for as long as you want." Fu Lin got up and went about her own business.

"it is good."

The weather is good today, without the shade of the plane trees, the streets look clean and tidy, and a large expanse of blue sky is reflected in front of us.

The camphor trees are evergreen, the leaves just washed by the heavy rain are shining brightly, the microphone stands and high stools under the huge canopy are empty.

She remembered that day two months ago, where she sang a song with her guitar in her arms, and painted sand sculptures just to make someone laugh.

Han Ye'an never let her down, that smile was brighter than today's sunshine, so that as soon as he closed his eyes, the picture could be reproduced by his brain, even the upward curve of the corner of his mouth was exactly the same.

She just remembered that the first time she fell in love was really early, and her liking for Han Ye'an lasted longer than she thought.

The sudden kiss on Fengdie Mountain, the smile only for her under the camphor tree, the incomprehensible drunken nonsense in the alley, the extremely indulgent bending over under the moonlight...

There are too many memories, and my mind is full, Han Ye'an is everywhere, and I can't escape or escape.

How to do it?How to do it?Why does she like Han Ye'an so much...

How will it end?

"Don't cry... you're useless!" She squeezed her palm hard, and a few crescent moon marks were pinched out on the soft palm.

"Why is this?" Fu Lin walked over, opened her hand, and said seriously, "If you do this again, I will really call Han Ye'an over..."

Fu Lin.

Tong Qiu suddenly thought of something, wiped away tears, and raised his head: "Sister Fu Lin, did you send a message to Han Ye'an before, saying that Y·C wanted to sign her?"

"This...yeah, you know?" To be honest, that matter was a knot in her heart, Han Ye'an was a piece of gold, and she really wanted to see her shine with her own eyes.

"Well, I know. I want to ask," she paused to relieve the throbbing pain in her heart, "I want to ask, does she still have a chance?"

Fu Lin's eyes lit up: "Of course, it's not yet March, as long as you submit your resume, you will have a chance."

"Really? Thank you!" Tong Qiu grabbed his schoolbag and ran out.

She was running down the street with tears in her eyes, and the passers-by looked back, but she didn't care.

Since she can't hide, then isolate the source directly.Since she couldn't help but want to get close to Han Ye'an, couldn't control her thoughts, and couldn't leave, let Han Ye'an go further away.

When Han Ye'an became famous, she also devoted herself to the review and preparation for the third year of high school. Time and haste would definitely dilute all impulses. When Han Ye'an came back, she would definitely be able to return her a real younger sister.

Just as the hot pot started to bubble, Wang Xiao got up with chopsticks of mutton, when Han Ye'an's cell phone rang.

"Hey, Xiao Qiu." When talking to Tong Qiu, her tone would automatically soften by eight points, and Wang Xiao curled her lips, feeling extremely sour.

The voice over there was so loud that it passed through the receiver and reached Wang Xiao's ears.

"Han Ye'an, you promised me a request before I went to the training camp, remember?"

"Remember." Han Ye'an put down his chopsticks and answered seriously.

"I want you to go to Country Z! Y·C! Go and become the best photographer in the world!"

Feeling the air-conditioning around Han Ye'an, Wang Xiao silently put down the mutton he had just blanched, and swallowed subconsciously.

Fuck, he just wants to have a meal, is it that difficult!

作者有话要说：迟到了迟到了我的锅，晚上有红包～感谢在2020-05-2200:38:30~2020-05-2307:29:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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