Short-lived cannon fodder A Yixin salted fish

On the weekend, at 05:30, most of the people were still in the warm blankets, Chu Yihan and she sent messages to each other at the same time.

The overly tacit coincidence made Wen Yuan wonder if Chu Yihan couldn't sleep as well as her.

Thinking of Chu Yihan's thinner and paler face, Wen Yuan's heart overflowed with deep worry.

How can an oga withstand such a boil.

Wen Yuan clutched her phone and wanted to say something to Chu Yihan, wanted to ask her if she was feeling better, and wanted to ask her why she sent her a message so early.

Before the words of concern could be typed out, Chu Yihan soon sent a second message:

【I will be at home until 07:30, you can come over anytime. 】

Wen Yuan stared blankly at the screen, her eyes fixed on the full stop at the end of Chu Yihan, her heart skipped a beat,

Mianmian is always like this, when she gets into trouble with her, or when chatting with someone she doesn't like, she always adds a period at the end.

Means hope the chat ends sooner.

Wen Yuan's eyes lit up and then quickly darkened. She saw Chu Yihan sent another message——

【If it’s inconvenient, just send me a message if you want to chat with me, don’t say goodbye. 】

I can't hear the tone but can't see the expression through the screen. This passage seems cold and emotionless.

Wen Yuan's fingertips turned white as she pinched the phone.

"No goodbye." It was as if lightning struck Wen Yuan's heart in front of her eyes, and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe for an instant, and she seemed to suddenly be unable to understand these five words.

What's the meaning?Are you leaving?Did you let her go?

If Chu Yihan was really Mianmian as she thought, how could she be willing to leave her?

Looking across the top of the screen inadvertently, Wen Yuan saw the departure message that Chu Yihan sent her the day she went to the hospital to visit her.

After she refused, Chu Yihan's sad expression came to mind.

The shoulder line slumped, and Wen Yuan lowered her hand like a deflated ball.

As cheerful as the text in that paragraph was, Chu Yihan was as sad that day.

Every word reminds Wen Yuan how much she used to insert cold rejection straight into Chu Yihan's heart.

If Chu Yihan was really Mianmian, then she had put a handful of salt on the knife called "Rejection".

Wen Yuan closed her eyes, clearly feeling the fine and dense pain like needle pricks flowing through her body along the blood.

Stop guessing and prove it face to face.

She picked up her mobile phone and went out without even bothering to put on a down jacket, or even change the slippers on her feet. From fast walking to and running, she was like a madman, stepping on the wet snow in the face of the swirling snow. on the concrete floor, running wildly in the dark sky.

The cold wind swept the early winter snow across her cheeks like a knife, pouring into the hole in Wen Yuan's heart, and it was cool from the inside out.

She can bear more pain from self-blame and guilt. This is the punishment she deserves, but she can't bear the loss.

It was cold, and the face-to-face security uncle huddled in the warm security booth and was too lazy to come out. He waved his hand and let people in. Wen Yuan was out of breath, and ran into the community without stopping.

I passed out of breath from running too fast, my ribs were aching, I didn't sleep well or eat well, I ran all the way, the feeling of wanting to vomit came to my throat.

Wen Yuan's footsteps slowed down, and she stopped in an unknown direction of the community. She supported her knees and breathed heavily, staring at a large artificial lake in front of her, looking around, looking around at the tall buildings and vegetation that were similar in size, gradually He showed a confused look.

She got lost.

After calming down for a while, Wen Yuan took out her mobile phone without meeting any passers-by, hesitated for two seconds, and dialed Chu Yihan's number.

Wen Yuan's name popped up on the screen, and the bell rang suddenly, Chu Yihan was startled, and immediately, she was stunned.

When I first received Wen Yuan's request to meet up, it was like a stone falling into stagnant water that would not flow, and it would still stir up waves.

Even though Chu Yihan had tried her best to pretend to be calm, she warned herself not to expect any more, and forced herself to send the last two sentences cruelly.

But she still couldn't help but wait for Wen Yuan's reply, waiting for a confirmed meeting time.

Time passed by, and what was waiting was a phone call.

Why did you call after so long? Are you planning to meet her?

If it wasn't for her pheromones being intermittently disturbed recently, she would rather take the initiative to find Wen Yuan.

Chu Yihan also knew that the time frame she proposed was a bit outrageous, and the request not to meet after the time limit was like a threat.

So she was ready to be rejected, but the moment Chu Yihan saw the caller ID, she was still uncontrollably disappointed.

Can't see the last side?

Chu Yihan bit her lip, trembling her fingertips, unable to press the button no matter what, until the phone was disconnected and rang again. She took a deep breath, suppressed all her emotions, picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

There was a thin panting sound from the other end, and after two seconds, Wen Yuan's unsteady voice came to her ears through the cold mobile phone: "I'm in the gazebo of the artificial lake, can you... can you pick me up?"

At the unexpected opening words, Chu Yihan was stunned for a moment, her dim eyes lit up again, she was afraid that she had misunderstood: "Where do you say you are?"

"Your community, the pavilion on the shore of the artificial lake." Wen Yuan sighed, as if helpless and embarrassed, "I'm lost..."

Chu Yihan blinked the moisture out of her eyes: "Wait for me."

Five minutes later, they met in the gazebo.

In the winter of Ningcheng, at night, the whole city was still shrouded in hazy darkness, and the drizzle was mixed with fine snowflakes. Chu Yihan approached step by step with an umbrella, and Wen Yuan's black eyes were lit up. .

Wen Yuan found that Chu Yihan was thinner than what she saw in the video, almost the same as Mian Mian she first saw.

Like a small white flower fluttering in the wind and rain.

Falling in her heart, it plucked at the heartstrings, and every stroke felt pity.

Chu Yihan finally saw Wen Yuan's slender figure under the shadowy light, and saw clearly that she was wearing a thin sweater and the plush slippers on her feet that she hadn't had time to change.

My heart felt like it had been stabbed, soft and painful.

Wen Yuan tried her best to be normal, and imagined greeting Chu Yihan as before, but after seeing Chu Yihan's gloomy face, what she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't express it.

The misty and restless gardenia flower pheromone in the humid and cold air was filled with displeasure, indicating that Chu Yihan didn't want to talk to her now.

On the way back, the two of them were walking under an umbrella, very close, but there was an illusion of a gap, and they were speechless all the way.

After entering the room, Wen Yuan shivered uncomfortably from the heat blowing on her face.Chu Yihan glanced at her, and quickly looked away.

Gang Beng'er jumped from the shoe cabinet to Wen Yuan's feet. Wen Yuan lowered her head and saw her dirty slippers, and subconsciously stepped back. She was afraid of soiling the floor of Chu Yihan's house.

I don't know if it was Wen Yuan's illusion, but Chu Yihan's floral pheromone seemed to fluctuate as she moved back.

She looked at Chu Yihan, who was opening the door of the shoe cabinet facing her sideways, with her long hair swaying, and she couldn't make out the expression on her face.

Chu Yihan took out a pair of three-dimensional flamingo cotton slippers, paused slightly, put them back, took the hotel-style slippers next to her, put them at Wen Yuan's feet, and asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Wen Yuan watched her put the little bird cotton back into the shoe cabinet, staring at the plain white slippers in front of her eyes, feeling a little mixed in her heart, and shook her head very slowly.

Chu Yihan glanced at her, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, turned around and walked into the room.

There were too many complex and difficult emotions in that look, like concern, worry and a little anger, but the scent of gardenias in the air seemed to be lighter than before, at least change her slippers to see how she is after being deflated Not angry.

Angry her very happy?

After Wen Yuan changed her shoes, she lowered her head and raised her feet.

The nerve in her brain was beating violently. When she had conflicts before, Mianmian would do the same, doing some tricks to tease her deliberately.

Passing through the entrance, Chu Yihan signaled Wen Yuan to sit on the sofa, and turned up the air conditioner by two degrees.

Wen Yuan sat down obediently, Gang Beng'er jumped to her side and tilted her head to rub against her hand, she scratched Gang Beng'er cooperatively.

Xiaogang Beng'er has grown up a lot, his personality is very similar to that of Jin Jianlayer in his previous life, and he is very clingy to his relatives.

Looking at the layout of the house, it looks more and more like the sketch she drew for Mian Mian in her previous life.

After a while, Chu Yihan came over with waffles and soy milk, she put the waffles on the coffee table, and handed the soy milk to Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan took it and murmured thanks, while Chu Yihan hummed indifferently.

The cup was warm in his hand, and the chill in Wen Yuan's body was gradually dissipated by the warmth of the room.

Afterwards, Wen Yuan watched as Chu Yihan picked up the translucent health pot on the coffee table and went to the kitchen.

Absent-mindedly, she ate half a waffle and drank half a glass of soy milk.

After a while, Chu Yihan came back. She placed the health pot on the base, plugged it in, and sat diagonally opposite Wen Yuan.

It's a little quiet inside.

Ever since Chu Yihan hummed, they haven't spoken again.

The sound of boiling water is mixed with the grunt of the steel collapse and the muffled sound of rainwater beating on the glass, contrasting with this silence is a little subtle, like the thin paper advertisements pasted on the outer wall of the community, shaking in the cold wind, Will not reveal.

Wen Yuan's eyes swept in the direction of Chu Yihan, Chu Yihan hugged the pillow and looked at the health pot, her long eyelashes drooped down, her eyes were hidden in the shadow, she didn't know if it was pure She was still in a daze, her throat moved: "You..."

Chu Yihan also happened to speak at this moment.

Two completely different voices overlapped, broke the silence and then stopped at the same time.

Chu Yihan turned her head slightly, and looked at her with dark eyes: "Huh? What do you want to say to me?"

In Wen Yuan's heart, Chu Yihan and Mianmian were almost equated. On the way here, she was full of thoughts of calling Mianmian's name directly in front of Chu Yihan. Tell Chu Yihan what happened between her and Mianmian as a story, and test Chu Yihan's reaction.

But while she was waiting for Chu Yihan in the gazebo with the cold wind blowing, the emotions on the top gradually cooled down. After seeing Chu Yihan's thin figure, she felt that the equivalence was not valid from the bottom of her heart.

What if not?What if it was really a coincidence?

How can I find out the answer I want without hurting Chu Yihan again?

In a short time, Wen Yuan couldn't find a suitable entry point, she was silent, and when something she wanted to say came to her lips, she stepped on the brakes: "You speak first."

"Okay, let me talk first." Chu Yihan paused lightly, her shoulders slightly undulating, and said, "I want to tell you a story."

As soon as the words were finished, the ginger tea in the health pot was boiling, gurgling and bubbling, and the touchpad of the pot made a "beep".

Wen Yuan's heart suddenly tightened.

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