Short-lived cannon fodder A Yixin salted fish

Chu Yihan leaned forward, reached out to lift the health pot, and glanced at the time on the watch. She poured two cups of ginger tea into the ice-cracked glass, pushed a cup in front of Wen Yuan, and said again:

"It's a bit long to talk about. Maybe we have to start with a family surnamed Chu in Yuan Village, which is full of cotton fields."

Wen Yuan's breathing subconsciously stagnated for a moment.

The freshly boiled tea scalded her fingers, and Wen Yuan could hardly hold the glass steadily.

The words "Yuancun" and "Chu" were like a pair of invisible hands, brushing away the thin dust and mist, and the blurred places deep in Wen Yuan's memory suddenly became clear.

"Chu Yihan" is the name engraved on her heart. In her mind, the girl who is as soft as cotton is gradually overlapping with the person in front of her. She is the person who is branded on the tip of her heart...

Putting down the glass, Wen Yuan curled up her burning knuckles, her throat was astringent, she refrained from interrupting Chu Yihan's words, she wanted to listen, and wanted to know the things that she didn't know.

For Chu Yihan, Yuancun is a very complicated existence, carrying all the difficulties in her life, and it is a well that traps her, but it is also the starting point of her acquaintance with Wen Yuan, and the beginning of a beautiful life.

Chu Yihan looked at the reddish-brown ginger tea in the cup, took a deep breath, and overcame the palpitations brought to her by the memories.

"On the day of the Lantern Festival, the Chu family was looking forward to the arrival of their son, but in the end a girl came, who was nicknamed Mian Mian, the cotton of a small cotton jacket, and the cotton that they wanted to throw into the cotton field.

Mianmian's mother suffered from severe physical wear and tear due to insufficient nutrition during confinement. She had difficulty delivering her second child and failed to keep Mianmian's younger brother. Soon after, Mianmian's mother also passed away.

Mian Mian's father lost his son and drank heavily every day. He blamed Mian Mian for his son's death, thinking that Mian Mian took his son's place, and she should be the one who should be damned.

From that day on, Mianmian's father would beat Mianmian whenever things went wrong, especially when he was drunk.

Under the sticks of men, Mianmian lived like walking on thin ice until she was 16 years old. When she met the most important girl in her life, she entered the darkness like a ray of light, giving her the courage to live, a bright future and endless warmth. "

"But that beam of light was extinguished by a car accident when Mianmian was 26 years old. In fact, it was Mianmian who should have died that day, but the girl helped her avoid all disasters just like every time.

But how much she wished that she was the one who died. It was really painful to live in a world without...girls. "

Chu Yihan's last words were so low that she couldn't hear clearly. She thought of the scene that had become her nightmare and haunted her for countless nights, and the blood on her face faded, revealing a look of pain.

Wen Yuan's heart seemed to be tightly clenched by something, the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

She knows that living is often the most painful.

But because of love, protecting Mianmian and taking care of Mianmian has become her instinct like breathing.

If time could be turned back, Wen Yuan thought that she would still protect her girl without hesitation.

Wen Yuan really wanted to pull Chu Yihan into her arms, but she raised her hand slightly but froze in mid-air.Then, very slowly, it sank down.

When the incandescent light fell, Chu Yihan's face was pale, the blue blood vessels on the side of her neck were faintly visible, and her whole body exuded a sickly fragile beauty.

Like a porcelain doll that shatters when touched.

The misty gardenia pheromones in the air sometimes disappear, and the fluctuation range is a bit large.

Such disordered pheromones imply that Chu Yihan's mood is extremely unstable.

"At first, Mianmian wanted to accompany the girl, but she was always stopped by her friends. Her friend told her not to waste the life that the girl gave her, and Mianmian finally gave up her desire to die.

From that day on, Mianmian was like a walking corpse living in the world, until she met a man who told Mianmian that the girl's soul had been with her all the time, that the girl's soul had been wandering for too long and could not be reincarnated and was getting worse and worse. Weakness should be nourished with heart and blood.The man also said that a suitable carrier could be found to send the spirit to the next life.

Knowing that she might encounter a liar, those words sounded like sorcery, but Mianmian still believed it. She took blood from the ring finger of her left hand and dripped it on the blood jade every day. Watching the blood jade become darker and darker, Thinking that her lover was inside, she found peace of mind instead. "

Having said that, Chu Yihan twisted her hands together unconsciously, rubbing her fingertips.Wen Yuan's eyes fixed on her left ring finger, and her eyes darkened.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, but Wen Yuan felt the bone-chilling coolness. She once held that hand in the palm of her hand, and even stroked the place that was punctured for her again and again.

Traces of dark red.

That's not a mole at all.

Wen Yuan's heart ached to the point of death, she pinched her fingertips fiercely until the nails separated from the flesh, oozing bright red, as if this could relieve the pain a little, she asked in a trembling voice: "And then?"

Then how many things she didn't know, that the silly girl silently endured for her?

Chu Yihan didn't look at Wen Yuan all this time, she was immersed in the pain caused by the memories, and she couldn't notice the unsteadiness of Wen Yuan's voice, she was silent for two seconds, and continued:

"Then, Mianmian has been thinking about what is a suitable soul carrier. Under the opportunity, she thought of wearing a book. She found a mysterious person who could help her. She knew that wearing a book is to recreate the world and requires a life sacrifice. The good thing is that she and Girls can get into the book together.

This gave Mianmian the goal of living, but there were no books that could meet the conditions. Just when Mianmian was about to give up, a friend who was suffering from cancer wrote a book for them that perfectly met the conditions before he died. "

"On the day of wearing the book, the mysterious man told Mianmian that the girl's soul wasted too much during the days with her. After wearing the book, she may not be able to awaken consciousness. After awakening, she might forget Mianmian because of her spiritual consciousness being sealed for too long.

She said that people from two worlds are forcibly placed into one world, and getting what they want is as hard as reaching heaven.

In order to ensure the normal operation of the world in the book, the mysterious man reminds Mianmian not to forcibly wake up the girls, otherwise they will disappear with the collapse of the world in the book, and there will be no chance to stay together again.So... Mianmian can only wait silently in the cycle of reincarnation. "

In the long years that I don't know when it will end, waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the wind to rise, and waiting for her girl to wake up.

"The story is over."

Chu Yihan's nails sank deeply into her palms, trying to suppress the urge to cry, waiting for the soreness to be covered by the pain.

When he opened his mouth, he still choked up his sobs, and when he looked up at the chandelier directly above, dampness still slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"People from the two worlds...maybe really shouldn't be forcibly tied together again."

The murmured voice contained crying that was so soft that it was almost inaudible, Chu Yihan's red eye sockets, and the tears falling down, burned Wen Yuan's eyes.

Wen Yuan bit her lip, the coldness in her eyes couldn't be controlled anymore.

She got it all.

The 125 in the WeChat nickname is the number of reincarnations, the black profile picture is the invisible future, and the blank circle of friends is the life without leaving traces.

——“I don’t have friends because I don’t want to make friends.”

fraud……

Having no friends is because you can't make friends, and you're afraid of being entangled by other feelings.

How much courage and perseverance do you need to experience the same life again and again, to let go of other temptations, to walk alone on the dark road where you can't see the future, and to silently guard the eternal love.

Her Yihan used to be such a little girl who was afraid of the dark and lonely.

But what did she do...

She forgot everything when she woke up.

After she remembered, she entered a fork in the road of thought.

She stabbed the knife sprinkled with salt into Chu Yihan's heart again and again.

The part where the nail separated from the flesh was pinched, the nerves were throbbing, the hand was shaking, it was very painful, but nothing could cover up the unforgettable pain.

Wen Yuan's heart ached to pieces.

Chu Yihan didn't dare to look at Wen Yuan, and her heart gradually sank when she couldn't wait for Wen Yuan's response.

Forget it, don't get your hopes up.

Chu Yihan glanced at her watch, her lips curled into a bitter arc, trying her best to keep her tone relaxed: "What do you want to tell me? It's almost seven o'clock——"

Before she finished speaking, Chu Yihan noticed that Wen Yuan seemed to be standing up, she turned her head sideways, stared at Wen Yuan, went to squat in front of her, and carefully held her hands as if she had found a treasure. Rubbing lightly on the bloody mole on her ring finger disturbed Chu Yihan's breathing.

Wen Yuan raised her head to look at her, her eyes fixed on her without blinking.

After the tears were blinked away, Chu Yihan finally saw clearly Wen Yuan's flushed eye sockets, the mist in her black pupils, and the scorching heat under her eyes.

The pheromone belonging to alpha slowly enveloped her whole body, and she heard Wen Yuan's hoarse and soft voice in the fresh earthy fragrance and sourness in her nose.

"We are not people from two worlds." Wen Yuan took her hand and pressed it against her cold cheek, her tear-stained lips covered the bloody mole, "I'm sorry for letting you bear so much alone... Sorry for waking up so late, thinking about it so late... sorry..."

Obviously I am the most reluctant to hurt you, but I have hurt you so many times.

The throat is blocked, and the heart is like a knife.

The kiss on the bloody mole made Chu Yihan's blood boil, as if his dead heart was beating alive in his chest again.Chu Yihan's tears flowed more and more, and her brain suddenly couldn't function.

Why should I apologize to her? Is that what she thought?

But the last time she thought it was different at last, and when she finally saw hope, Wen Yuan rejected her, "I have someone I like" vividly in her ears, and the pain at that time was still clear, she was too afraid of being rejected when she had hope again. into the abyss of despair.

"A Yuan..." Chu Yihan's pink lips moved, her voice trembled and changed, "You...I'm so scared, it's just another empty joy..."

She looked at Wen Yuan, choked up to the point of losing her voice, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears fell down in endless love and despair.

Like beads with a broken string, it passed across her pale face and hit her heart hot drop by drop.

it hurts...

In the past, she hated Chu Yihan crying the most, but now, all of Chu Yihan's tears are shed for her.

Wen Yuan straightened her back, stretched out her other hand, her palm was pressed against Chu Yihan's thin cheek, lovingly wiped away those tears with her fingertips as gently as possible, the cold wet her palm.

"We are one world people now and we can be together."

She embraced Chu Yihan into her arms, and felt the girl's thin shoulders tremble, her heart ached beyond measure, her throat was congested, her voice was as hoarse as if it had been honed by sandpaper, but her tone was as gentle as water.

"Yihan, Mianmian, baby, you won't have time to be happy anymore."

"Baby" is the name that Chu Yihan wanted to hear again in countless nights, but she could only hear it in her dreams.

Like a dream, the endless joy mixed with the fear of losing again, the embrace was too warm, and the tears made her cheeks too cold, which gave Chu Yihan a sense of unreality.

"Am I dreaming?"

"It's not a dream. I really remembered everything. I came to see you just to confirm that you are my Mianmian."

Wen Yuan drew a little distance away, holding Chu Yihan's cheeks with both hands, forced her to look at her, and mustered up the courage to confess herself, "The reason for rejecting you is because I remembered the things in my previous life and your birthday sacrifice. Let me wear books, but only the one with the deepest engraving——

I can’t remember your name or your face, I’m trapped in a prison of thoughts, I think how can I like another person, how can I let you down..."

Chu Yihan's breathing was stagnant, and she was stunned, is that so?

My heartbeat was chaotic, as if it had been pinched, but something in my head gradually became clear.

When she felt uncomfortable and couldn't help herself, Wen Yuan was actually suffering more.

Chu Yihan sniffed, her numb and cold body was gradually warming up.The sourness and sweetness filled the entire chest cavity, flowing through the limbs and bones amidst the disordered heartbeat.

With mixed feelings in her heart, both joy and distress, Chu Yihan opened and closed her lips, hesitating to speak, and the countless words she wanted to say melted into two words: "Idiot..."

"Well, I'm too stupid." Wen Yuan kissed her fingertips, whispered softly, and sincerely apologized, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Chu Yihan couldn't bear it anymore, lowered her body, and hugged Wen Yuan's neck. She was buried in the soothing and calm fragrance, sobbing loudly.

"Stay with me, don't go?"

This sentence brought Chu Yihan back to reality in an instant, she suddenly thought of something, panic appeared in her eyes, she hurriedly raised her hand to look at her watch, showing a look of near collapse, the tears that had almost stopped were gone in an instant The embankment broke.

Wen Yuan frowned, she didn't understand why Chu Yihan would still show such a look after talking about it.

Her eyes slid down from Chu Yihan's face, and fixed on Chu Yihan's watch.

This is the first time Chu Yihan has checked the time?

A plot suddenly flashed in Wen Yuan's mind."Chu Yihan" in the original text was hit on the head by a ceiling lamp that suddenly fell when she was alone at home. When she felt that her life was passing, Duan Jiayan, the hero of the original text, saved her, so "Chu Yihan" in the text When a young man approached against the light, he started his obscure lifelong secret love.

With a flash of inspiration, Wen Yuan realized that Chu Yihan's reincarnation was restarted from here every time.

Therefore, Chu Yihan's "don't see you again" actually wants to adapt to the plot and reincarnate again.

Before she had time to think about it, Wen Yuan raised her head and watched the chandelier shaking. With quick eyesight, she quickly pulled Chu Yihan back to the side. After squatting for too long, her legs became numb, and when she took a step back, she immediately jumped up.

Her feet went limp, Wen Yuan fell back on the couch, and Chu Yihan fell into her arms.

The glazed lamp fell down just like in the original text, right at their feet, shards of broken glass splashed everywhere.

Wen Yuan was closing her eyes, pressing down Chu Yihan who was about to get up, and covering the back of her head with her palm.

She knew why Chu Yihan showed such an expression.

"I remembered it first, you didn't force me to wake me up, the world will not collapse, don't be afraid, baby."

Wen Yuan continuously released pheromones to soothe the uneasy heart of the person in her arms.

Chu Yihan lay on Wen Yuan's chest, and heard the powerful heartbeat clearly, as if she could also feel the beating of her own deer.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it really didn't turn into a cloud of smoke as imagined. Chu Yihan was in the joy of the rest of her life after the catastrophe and the joy of getting her wish fulfilled. She propped up her upper body and bumped into Wen Yuan full of tenderness. fundus.

She was happy, but when she blinked her eyes, the sight was still blurred by water vapor, and the tears fell on Wen Yuan's collarbone, meandering down, and scalding Wen Yuan's heart.

Wen Yuan stared at Chu Yihan, also immersed in the joy of regaining what was lost, she raised her hand and gently scratched Chu Yihan's pretty nose: "Little crying boy, cry again, my heart will melt."

Eyes are rolling, and feelings are undercurrent.

There was mist in Wen Yuan's eyes, she put her arms around Chu Yihan's neck and pressed down a little bit.

Getting closer……

The doorbell rang suddenly.

The ambiguous atmosphere was broken, Chu Yihan was taken aback, retreated reflexively, and sat next to Wen Yuan, who was also startled by her, and after realizing it, took a deep breath with extreme restraint.

The doorbell rang again, Chu Yihan got up from the sofa, Wen Yuan pulled her to remind her: "Be careful of the glass."

Chu Yihan nodded, carefully avoiding broken glass, walked to the entrance and opened the door.

Wen Yuan calmed down, looked at the entrance, but was blocked by the wall, she scratched her head, but couldn't help but went to the entrance to look.

Outside the house, Duan Jiayan handed the bag to Chu Yihan, and lazily said, "Auntie Han gave it to you."

Chu Yihan took it and thanked her softly.

After completing the task, Duan Jiayan didn't intend to stay longer. He was about to leave. As an alpha, he was keenly aware of the presence of another alpha in the room.

The pheromone is quite heavy, and there is a vague sense of aggression, as if fearing that the territory will be encroached on, or that the prey will be coveted.

But already restrained.

Duan Jiayan looked sideways into the room subconsciously, and met Wen Yuan face to face. He had a little impression of Wen Yuan as the female alpha who helped Chu Yihan block Xiahou's wine bottle.

Hey, he pretended not to notice anything, turned and left.

After Duan Jiayan left, Chu Yihan closed the door, turned around and looked at Wen Yuan, who was peeking at her from the entrance, her eyes met, there was sweetness spreading, and a little bit of subtle embarrassment mixed in.

After two seconds of silence, Wen Yuan approached, lowered her eyes, hooked the bag in her hand, and asked pretendingly, "What is it?"

"Ping An Guo." Chu Yihan explained, "Uncle Duan was in the susceptible period, and my mother was with him, so I asked Duan Jiayan to bring it to me."

Wen Yuan let out a long sigh: "Then he saved you, and you fell in love with him secretly."

"What..." Chu Yihan was stunned for a moment, and later realized that Wen Yuan was jealous of the plot of the original text. She deliberately looked directly into Wen Yuan's eyes, her eyes were rippling, and she said coquettishly, "Then you still have a crush on Jiang Huaiyu?" .”

After a pause, she thought of the countless times of seeing Wen Yuan and Jiang Huaiyu getting close, even though she knew it wasn't her A Yuan, she still felt heartbroken.

Seeing Chu Yihan's emotions swaying down, her eyes turned red again, and some warmth fell down, Wen Yuan sighed, showing helplessness, more of affection: "That's not me."

Chu Yihan bit her tender lips lightly, and looked at her with aggrieved eyes.

Wen Yuan's heart is rippling.

"I'm going to put the apples away."

Knowing that she was making trouble for no reason, Chu Yihan pursed her lips, and changed the topic to avoid it.

Wen Yuan suddenly turned sideways to block her, took a step forward, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and protected the back of her head with the other, pushing her against the door.

The bag containing the Ping An fruit fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

The soft lips fell down.

From the gentle touch to the repeated grinding of the lips with her in their mouth, it was as if they wanted to completely fuse the breath of the two people, gentle and grinding.

As if an electric current was going to go through her whole body, Chu Yihan felt like she was going to be melted, her heart was beating so fast, it seemed like it was going to jump out of her chest in the next second.

Chu Yihan didn't know how to take a breath, she felt dizzy, her legs were so weak that it didn't look like her own, almost going to be weak.

The breath-deprived lips finally pulled away.

Wen Yuan rubbed the tip of Chu Yihan's nose affectionately, pressed her forehead against hers, breathed deeply, and kept her heartbeat steady.

There was a faint blush on her cold and jade-like cheeks, and her red and moist lips lifted up little by little under Chu Yihan's bewildered eyes.

Outside is the cold winter with sleet, but inside the house is the fragrance and moisture after the spring rain, where delicate and beautiful flowers bloom.

Amidst the tangled breathing, Chu Yihan heard Wen Yuan's Qingyue voice with a smile, like a spring breeze, blowing ripples in her heart.

"Feel me. This is me."

"It's me who only cares about you."

The author has something to say: Gang Beng'er, who was frightened by the "floor lamp", comforted himself in a corner alone, and was force-fed a mouthful of dog food by the way.