True and false daughter in love

"You have to rely on yourself for everything, don't you?"

After getting on the train and taking their seats, Cheng Xuan and Yao Yanyan spoke the first sentence in the carriage.

"What?" Yao Yanyan was obviously taken aback.

Cheng Xuan glanced at her, frowned and turned around to talk with her face to face.

"Why didn't you let me help you just now?"

As if she couldn't hold back, she vented all her depression today, with a bad tone: "That bag is, you have to carry it yourself." She pointed to the pink satchel on top.

"The restaurant thing is the same, you can tell me which one to eat." The more she said, the deeper the frown.

"Before getting on the train, the zipper got stuck in my hair, and it happened again."

She raised three white fingers and shook Yao Yanyan.

Yao Yanyan reacted, she simply didn't understand why, she didn't know what there was to be angry about.

"What's wrong? Tell me, where did this offend you?"

The tone of both of them was not good, Cheng Xuan was so angry at Yao Yanyan's words that his mind went blank, "What's the matter? You still tell me what's the matter?"

"Right? What's the matter? Give me an explanation."

Yao Yanyan amplified her voice slightly: "I carry my own bag, I can eat whatever I want for dinner, and if it gets stuck in the zipper, I can untie it myself, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Use you—to put on a dirty face in the morning Face me!"

Because of these words, Cheng Xuan became angry.

"You can do it, you can do it, big sister can do anything, why do you bring me out when you are so independent?"

"What do you mean, you?" Yao Yanyan stared at her with swords drawn, eyebrows raised and eyes raised.

"I envy you for being too independent. You treat me like a dead person and don't let me, a gang of dead people, do anything."

"You!" Yao Yanyan's brain went blank after being scolded by her, "Can you speak well? Do you need to be so sharp to me?"

"Who is sharp to whom first, and who pushes whom away first, don't you know?" Maybe it's because of staying up all night, Cheng Xuan's brain and mouth are almost connected to each other, and he can't speak at all.

"It's not that I'm dead, I can't do anything, do you need to be so independent when you're with me?"

Yao Yanyan understood what she meant, and wanted to soften her attitude, so Cheng Xuan said something.

"You never did that before."

Because of this sentence, Yao Yanyan's eyes widened.

"Cheng Xuan, what do you mean, you?" Yao Yanyan couldn't believe it, her heart ached because of her words.

"What you mean is that you liked me before, but hate me now. I let you down, right?"

Cheng Xuan felt panicked when he heard the declarative sentence, if he said no, Yao Yanyan stood up holding his bag.

"I'll sit in the empty seat in front." Yao Yanyan took a deep breath and sat in front with her bag.

Cheng Xuan paused, clutching his palms and sitting back in his seat.

Sometimes, she really hates her bad words.

Obviously she wanted her sister to rely more on herself, and she wanted to know what kind of life she had lived abroad in the past few years, but the words always changed when they fell into her mouth.

Cheng Xuan really hated his mouth.

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- Road speechless.

The train travels from one piece of desolation in late autumn to another layer of desolation, as if passing through the four seasons, and then enters the dark winter.

Cheng Xuan looked out the window, but his gaze was always on the smoky shadow on the glass.

she is sleeping.

In the dim light, the reflection cast on the glass could not be seen clearly. Cheng Xuan looked at it, feeling sleepy, and fell asleep after putting on the neck pillow.

-Open your eyes, it's already pitch black outside.

People on the train walked a lot, and Yao Yanyan sat next to her at some point, drawing her own manuscript with earphones on.

Cheng Xuan was slightly surprised and didn't say a word. Yao Yanyan obviously didn't notice that she was awake, she lowered her head and drew seriously.

Her curly eyelashes were coated with a layer of warm light, and her snow-white cheeks were a little bulging, and she was eating snacks.

It wasn't until the train arrived at the station that a group of people in front stood up, that Yao Yanyan came back to her senses, put away her brushes, and raised her eyes.

"Hey, you're awake." Yao Yanyan took off the earphones and put the things back into her bag.

She moved slowly and her voice was gentle. Cheng Xuan bit his lower lip and remained silent.

"Let's go, we've arrived." She beckoned Cheng Xuan to get up.

According to Cheng Xuan's words, he took the suitcase and bag, and followed her to get out of the car.

The cold wind from the train station made people shiver.

Cheng Xuan was only wearing a suspender inside his jacket, and Yao Yanyan put the suitcase on the ground, pulled it open on the spot, and took out a black down jacket from inside.

"Come on, put it on." Yao Yanyan turned pale from the cold, helped Cheng Xuan put on the clothes, then squatted down, and fastened the zipper for her.

"...No need." Cheng Xuan refused bluntly, bent down and wanted to pull it himself.

Yao Yanyan raised her face.

She smiled at her, her face was very pale, her nose was a little pink, and her amber pupils seemed to be hiding spring water.

"Just let me take care of you, little sister who loves to be awkward."

She looked up and smiled at her.

Cheng Xuan was dazzled by her smile.

The heart is pounding, and the brain is blank.

Yao Yanyan raised her face, and seeing Cheng Xuan's strange expression, she wanted to ask what's wrong, so the woman bent down.

The smell of clean disinfectant alcohol hit my face, as if my body was covered with smoke.

The lips touched lightly, like a dragonfly on the water, - touching away.

Yao Yanyan widened her eyes, looking at the pair of dark phoenix eyes in front of her: "You..."

But Cheng Xuan just squatted down and hugged her into his arms, like hiding a treasure, she hid Ya Yanyan into Cheng Xuan's arms with the open down jacket.

Maybe it's because it's too close.

Yao Yanyan can even hear her heartbeat, and through a thin layer of clothing, she is tightly pressed against her, the sound of breathing is panting next to her ears, her hot face is pressed against Yao Yanyan's, and she is almost torn apart. I don't know who's hotter.

"Sister, you are so cute." Yao Yanyan heard her say.

Yao Yanyan clenched her lower lip, because of her words, her mind was completely blank.

It’s over.

Don't be so angry.

Even Yao Yanyan's heartbeat was messed up by her now.

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and Yao Yanyan gave Cheng Xuan a random push to touch the phone.

It belonged to Uncle Zheng, and asked where they were.

"I," Yao Yanyan turned around, rubbing the back of her sweaty neck, not wanting Cheng Xuan to see her, "We just got off the train, and we have to back up."

"Okay, I'm waiting for you at home, miss." Uncle Zheng said.

Yao Yanyan doesn't like to fly, and has always hated it since before. She would rather take a train for several hours than take a plane.

Fortunately, the place where Uncle Zheng lives is not too far from Jingshi.

Maybe it was because of Cheng Xuan's kiss just now.

Yao Yanyan got into the car and kept touching her lips with her hands.

Fortunately, she and Cheng Xuan didn't get to sit together this time.

A sense of joy and inexplicable excitement climbed into my heart, Yayan took a deep breath, leaned against the window, closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

——It was not until the middle of the night that Yao Yanyan was woken up.

"Sister," Cheng Xuan called to her, holding the suitcase with his white skinny hands, "Wake up, we'll be there soon."

"Oh... um." Yao Yanyan's body became limp from sleep, she stretched her waist, and woke up.

Stretching halfway, Yao Yanyan remembered something, and looked up at Cheng Xuan.

The woman was standing by the seat, tapping on the handle of the suitcase with her fingers, when the train arrived at the station, she stretched out her hand to hold Yanyan's.

"Come on, sister."

"Oh, alright."

Yao Yanyan put on her padded clothes and stood up, afraid of being late, she hurried to go to her backpack.

Cheng Xuan glanced at it, then bent down to help Yao Yanyan fasten the zipper.

"Let's go." She took Yao Yanyan's hand.

"En." Yao Yanyan nodded, and the two got out of the car.

In the early morning, the sky turned a faint blue, and white smoke came out when he exhaled.

The weather was too cold, dry and cold, Cheng Xuan put the hand tightly held by Yao Yanyan into his pocket, and the two walked out.

Yao Yanyan hid the lower half of her face in her clothes, and the corners of her mouth kept curling up, not wanting Cheng Xuan to notice how happy she was now.

Uncle Zheng was waiting at the gate of the train station early on, seeing the two of them coming out from a distance, he waved to them from afar.

"Hey!" Yao Yanyan shouted, showing a smile, and beckoning to the distance.

"Let's go, Cheng Xuan." Yao Yanyan turned her head and said to Cheng Xuan.

"Okay." Cheng Xuan carried the suitcase, and the two walked in the direction of Uncle Zheng's car.

The two held hands tightly.

Uncle Zheng was waiting outside. When he saw someone coming, he hurried over to pick up his luggage. He noticed the hands holding each other, and smiled: "You two young ladies, you have such a good relationship."

After Uncle Zheng knew that Cheng Xuan was the real eldest lady of the Yao family, he never cursed Cheng Xuan for taking away Yao Yanyan's position like ordinary people, and scolded Cheng Xuan all over again, even though he had always been the most beloved Yao Yan. Smoker.

This is a matter of personal cultivation. Uncle Zheng never likes to talk about other people's rights and wrongs. He is sensible and knows that Yao Yanyan is not to blame for this matter, let alone Cheng Xuan.

Both girls are good girls, he can see it.

Yao Yanyan and Cheng Xuan looked at each other, bent the corners of their eyes, and did not explain their relationship to Uncle Zheng.

Uncle Zheng urged the two of them to get in the car first, and went to put the luggage in the back by himself.

Even if he doesn't work in Yao's house anymore, he still treats Yao Yanyan the same way he treats the eldest lady.

Yao Yanyan held Cheng Xuan's hand tightly, and couldn't help looking behind her.

Uncle Zheng hurt his leg last year, and she was afraid that Uncle Zheng's leg would be uncomfortable.

Cheng Xuan squeezed her hand, "Don't worry, sister."

"Yeah." Yao Yanyan couldn't help looking back, Cheng Xuan suddenly let go of the hands they held, got out of the car quickly, and walked around to the back.

"Ah," Uncle Zheng was startled, and the first thing he did when he realized it was to let Cheng Xuan go back, "Go up, go up, there is an air conditioner in the car, don't freeze outside."

"It's okay," Cheng Xuan's voice came into Yao Yanyan's ears from behind, "My sister is worried about you, terribly worried, just let me help you."

As she spoke, regardless of Uncle Zheng's obstruction, she put her bag and a suitcase into the car.

The two of them carried their luggage and were quickly finished.

Yao Yanyan watched Cheng Xuan come up from behind from the rear window, the car door opened, bringing in a piece of cold air, the first thing she did when she got up was to put her cold hand to her mouth and take a few breaths.

"It's so cold." Yao Yanyan asked her, worried in her heart, and wanted to warm the baby from her bag, Cheng Xuan took her hand.

"No," she smiled at Yao Yanyan, with bright black eyes, reminiscent of stars in the dark night.

"I'm afraid of cold hands because I want to hold you, sister."

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