Ye Suiyu'an

"Ah, it's Miss Yu'an." Han Li said loudly while holding the phone.Hearing Song Yu'an's name, the girl who was sitting quietly reading a book immediately put down the book.

"My brother is taking a nap, do you need me to wake him up?" Han Li smiled as he watched the girl rush over.

"No need. When he wakes up, remember to ask him to call me back." Song Yu'an refused, "In this case, then I will..." Before she could say the word "hang up", Song Yu'an heard There was movement from Han Li.

"Han Li, give me your phone! Give it to me quickly!!" The girl frowned and rushed to grab Han Li's phone in a hurry.Relying on his height advantage, Han Li raised his mobile phone high above his head, as if teasing her, but he refused to let her get what she wanted.

This voice is... Song Yuan frowned: "Han Li? Han Li?"

Han Li sat down on the sofa and put the phone to his ear: "Sister Yu'an... hey..." Just after he said three words, the girl beside him took the opportunity to snatch the phone from him with an angry face. .

The girl held the phone, but her face immediately changed from a slightly angry expression to a cowardly, fearful and even shy expression. Of course, it was more of anticipation and desire.

"Sister..." She finally parted her lips slightly, and said hesitantly.

"Xue'an?" Song Yu'an was obviously surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I... I'm reading at Brother Han Xiao's house." Song Xue'an pursed her lips, wanting to say something but didn't know where to start.

Song Yu'an held the phone in one hand and fiddled with the cigarette case in the other: "That's it."

"Sister, how are you recently?" Song Xue'an asked.

"I'm fine, but you, why do you always run to Han Xiao's place when you have free time after school? Have you greeted your parents?" Song Yu'an asked. In her impression, her sister was always quiet, even taciturn. The sisters are very different in age, and she couldn't figure out what was in the little girl's heart.At the same time, she found it funny that her father was obviously an outgoing and cheerful person, but the two daughters had completely opposite personalities.So many times, her grandfather always said that Song Chaozhen was not like him. There were so many people in the Song family, but he was such an outgoing and cheerful living treasure.

Song Xue'an's hand holding the phone tightened even more, but she stubbornly remained silent.

Song Yu'an's tone softened: "Okay, you've grown up too, you have to think clearly about everything you do, and you have to learn to make your own decisions and bear it yourself."

Song Xue'an bit her lip slightly, did not answer her topic, but asked: "When will you come back—"Look at me?

"At least wait until the school is on winter vacation."

"Well, then... I'll wait for you to come back." Song Xue said after a pause.

"Okay. Give the phone to Han Li." Song Yu'an is not good at getting along with children, even her own sister.But this doesn't mean that she doesn't love Song Xue'an, after all, she only has this one biological sister.

Song Xue'an sullenly handed the phone to Han Li who had been leaning against her to eavesdrop, then sat aside and remained silent.

"Miss Yu'an."

"Does my sister often run to you?"

"It's okay. You also know that she is colder than you and has fewer friends. She is the most welcome here when I am free." Han Li explained.

Song Yu'an sighed softly: "You take care of her more for me. She is still young and is still growing up, I don't allow her to stay with you for too long. By the way, tell Han Xiao for me not to spoil Xue'an all the time. If my sister is broken, you will be cleaned up by me."

"Look at you 'not allowed' and that 'not allowed', you should discipline her yourself if you are so worried about her."

"That's it, remember to ask your brother to call me back." Song Yu'an automatically ignored his complaints, and hung up the phone decisively.

"Hey..." Han Li knew he was bored, so he put away his phone, but Song Xue'an stood up and silently packed his schoolbag.Song Xue'an said blankly: "Let's go." As he spoke, he walked out without looking back.

Han Xiao happened to come down from upstairs and watched Song Xue'an leave strangely.

"What's the matter?" Han Xiao looked gentle and elegant, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the first impression he gave was that he was a gentle and gentle man.

Han Li said: "Sister Yu'an asked for you, and I took it. As for the second young lady who just left, she probably didn't get what she wanted from her sister, and she was unhappy."

Han Xiao sat on the sofa: "Why do I feel that Xue'an's unhappiness is largely caused by you? Are you sneering at her again?"

"Heaven and earth conscience, how dare I provoke her?" Han Li was indignant, "However, I think that child is likely to become a sick girl if she continues like this."

Han Xiao turned his face to look at him, then smiled and said, "So, Song Yu'an is responsible!"

"Yes." Han Li affirmed his brother's statement with one word, "Speaking of which, Yu'an seems to be looking for you on something, and she asked you to call her back."

Han Xiao took his mobile phone and went upstairs again. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes fell on Song Xue'an who had just walked out of the door: "Yu'an?"

"Wake up so soon?"

"What do you want me to do?" Han Xiao's gaze followed Song Xue'an all the time, and he watched Xue'an get into the car.

Song Yu'an couldn't help but lit another cigarette and held it in his hand: "A few people have touched my bottom line, so please help."

"Bottom line?" Han Xiao raised the corner of his mouth, "I want to hear what your bottom line is."

Song Yu'an slowly exhaled a smoke ring and explained to him what happened before.

Seeing that the car Song Xuean was riding in had completely disappeared from sight, Han Xiao looked away: "So, Song Yuan's bottom line is that the one he loves has been hurt, right?"

"You can say whatever you want." Facing the only person who knew the secret in her heart, Song Yu'an didn't bother to deliberately conceal it, "In short, please help me with the matter I ask you to do."

"Old rules?"

Song Yu'an shook the ash and looked at the burning end of the cigarette between his fingers: "No, this time you can do whatever you think will make them suffer."

"Sure enough, he is the one you love..." Han Xiao sighed softly, "But remember to share some time with your sister."

"What happened to Xue'an?"

"It's nothing. Tsundere and sickly are completely different realms." Han Xiao smiled, speaking unclearly.

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Song Yuan was relieved, and after finishing what she thought she should do, she felt tired and wanted to rest.She couldn't help but think of what Ye Sui said to her before - "I'll do the work right now, otherwise I'll always feel a lump in my heart", Ye Sui was really right.

Thinking of Ye Sui, Song Yu'an began to miss her.It's just that she is too tired, and she needs a restful sleep to refresh her spirit.

Ye Sui, I will see you tomorrow.

The next day, Ye Sui woke up groggy, she felt a headache.The terrible memories of that night flashed intermittently in her mind. She sat up, touched the injured area, and immediately grinned in pain.

"Fortunately, she only had a mild concussion. The doctor said that most of them can be cured after treatment." Ye Sui finally waited for the pain to pass, when he heard his mother's familiar voice from outside.

The door was opened, Ye Sui looked over, and his eyes just happened to meet Song Yuzhan.Ye Sui was in a daze, his chest heaved violently, and he didn't even pay attention to his mother standing in front of Song Yu'an.Every time something happens, no matter what time it is, Mr. Song seems to be always by his side.

"Follow?" Ye Sui's mother saw that she was staring at this side without speaking, "Why don't you just be in a daze when you see me and Teacher Song? It's rude."

Seeing his mother complaining, Ye Suicai came back to his senses, and obediently called out: "Mom, Teacher Song, you are here."

"Teacher Song is here to see you." Ye Sui's mother pulled the quilt to her chest, "Be careful of catching a cold."

Ye Sui didn't listen to her mother's words at all, she looked at Song Yu'an, and then felt a little embarrassed and looked away.Song Yu'an sat by the bed, smiled moderately, and didn't take the initiative to speak.

Ye Sui's mother packed everything up and looked at the time: "It's time for lunch, I'm going to buy lunch. Xiao Sui, you and Teacher Song have a good chat."

"Okay." Ye Sui nodded woodenly.

After Ye's mother left, Song Yu'an's soft and boneless hand gently pulled Ye Sui's hand on the side: "Hands are very cold."

Ye Sui was like a frightened rabbit, subconsciously wanting to withdraw his hand, but Song Yu'an deliberately held it tightly in his palm and refused to let go.Surprise and panic obviously flashed in Ye Sui's eyes, and these little emotions fell into Song Yu'an's eyes.

Song Yu'an smiled brightly, still holding Ye Sui with one hand, and quietly lifted a corner of the quilt with the other hand, put Ye Sui's hand on the white sheet, and covered the opened quilt.Her eyes were bright, gentle and beautiful, that kind of ambiguous and playful smile made Ye Sui lose his mind.

"Your mother is right, be careful of catching a cold." Song Yu'an's calm and breezy words immediately shattered the wild imagination in Ye Sui's mind.

Ye Sui couldn't speak easily, and responded: "Mmm..." She lowered her gaze, and the hand that Song Yu'an held that was hidden under the quilt seemed to be on fire, and she couldn't stop sweating.She clenched it tightly, and then in order to prevent Song Yu'an from touching her other hand, she quickly retracted that hand into the quilt as well.

Song Yu'an was amused by her actions, and grinned: "The doctor said it was a mild concussion, you should pay attention to rest."

"Isn't it..."

"Don't say sorry." Song Yu'an interrupted Ye Suigang's initial words, and said softly, "It's useless."

Ye Sui was speechless.

"Remember to take good care of yourself. This is the lesson you should learn twice. If something happens to you, the one who suffers the most is not you, but someone who cares about you, such as your mother, or—me." Song Yu'an said sentence by sentence. Ye Sui felt ashamed.

Ye Sui said, "Ms. Song is very tired recently, isn't she?"

"Yes. Especially the students in my class have accidents one by one. It is estimated that the school leaders are going to talk to me."

"Then are you upset?"

Song Yu'an nodded, and said bluntly, "Well, I'm upset."

"I'm upset, so you smoke again?" Ye Sui asked.

Song Yu'an opened his mouth, his words were choked by Ye Sui, and then he laughed noncommittally: "You caught the braid."

The expression on Ye Sui's face was not relaxed, but instead he frowned: "Can you stop doing this?"

Song Yu'an didn't answer her words: "It's rare that you still remember that I smoke when I'm upset."

"You should talk to someone when you are upset, not pin it on a cigarette."

"Tell me? Looking for a boyfriend?"

"you have boyfriend?"

Song Yu'an smiled and looked into Ye Sui's surprised eyes with black eyes: "Look at your focus, I thought you would ask why you are looking for a boyfriend instead of someone else. Do you have a problem with me having a boyfriend?"

"..." Teacher Song really didn't tease him in three sentences, saying that he would die as a star person.