don't be alone anymore

*my darling*

……

Wen Yang faced the mystery of the kinship relationship.

She didn't suddenly realize or be shocked.

In a certain moment, what she had was more: "It's really like this".

As early as the Spring Festival, she had been concerned about why Jian Muzi didn't have the same surname as Xia Liang or Lin Yueqing.

When she made up a story to find out if Jian Muzi had a previous name, she didn't dispel her doubts just because Jian Muzi personally admitted that she had a previous name.

Having a previous name is different from having parents.

She wondered in her heart:

The blood relationship between Xia Liang, Lin Yueqing and even Xia Zhizhou and Jian Muzi.

And this doubt was even worse when Xia Liang fainted and was hospitalized this time.

The moment Lin Yueqing took the initiative to introduce herself as Jian Muzi's mother... She suddenly linked up something that she vaguely felt was wrong in the past.

Whether it is Xia Zhizhou or Lin Yueqing, they took the initiative to "snatch the words" to express their identities, and they did not say it through Jian Muzi's mouth.

Every time, when Jian Muzi was about to introduce her "relative" relationship, the short pause would be interrupted by the self-introduction of "family members" who took the initiative to grab the conversation.

She had guessed that Xia Liang and Lin Yueqing were actually Jian Muzi's adoptive parents, and she had also guessed about Jian Muzi's life experience.

Was it born into an unfavored family?

Were you born into a family that couldn't afford to raise children?

Was born into a family where no expectations were raised?

and so……

She stretched out a tentative "hand", when Xia Liang saw Lin Yueqing again on the second day of hospitalization.

She asked a mother:

Do you have footprints and mud from your child's birth?

Do you have any commemorative photos of your child's [-]th day?

After all, she didn't miss Lin Yueqing's unnaturalness at that moment.

The answer was ready to come out...but she couldn't confirm it, and couldn't continue to ask.

She lets go of things that her gut tells her she shouldn't let go.

She must keep a distance, if she wants to maintain a good relationship with Jian Muzi.

She had to accept what Jian Muzi told her, and she had to accept what Jian Muzi didn't tell her.

If the door where the secret was stored was locked in front of her eyes, she had to turn around and leave instead of kicking the door open forcibly.

She waited patiently, and she was mentally prepared to stay outside her heart for the rest of her life.

She did not deny that she had expectations of the world behind the door.

She knew very well that the moment the door opened also meant that she was the closest to the real Jian Muzi.

But when the door really opened in front of her eyes...

The speculation was confirmed and the truth was revealed, but she felt even more uncomfortable.

Just like the distress and sorrow every time I thought about it in the past, those extreme worries were even worse after Jian Muzi told her personally.

The other party uncovered the deepest and most painful scar with his own hands...

Wen Yang knew this.

And because she was so clear about this, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Jane Muzi...

Jian Muzi who walked all the way in the past...

How difficult it must be...

……

And because of this past, there is an explanation for the part of Jian Muzi that cannot be seen and traced.

Why don't you like dealing with people.

Why is she showing indifference despite having a gentle nature?

Why do you choose to live in the unit dormitory even though you have parents and an older sister?

……

Many questions that have been entangled in the past have answers at this moment.

Even, Wen Yang even thought of what Fade Chen told her in WeChat...

The old lady cleaner who died not long ago...

It should have reminded Jian Muzi of her grandmother, right?

The person who once supported her with his own arms.

……

The storyteller did not shed tears, but the listener's tears fell straight down.

Let go of all the past...

Before today, even Xia Liang, Lin Yueqing and Xia Zhizhou only knew a thing or two about Jian Muzi's past.

However, after today, there is finally a person in this world who understands all the past.

At the end of the story, Jian Muzi smiled lightly.

It seems that all the sorrows and sorrows of childhood can be laughed off at this moment.

She turned sideways and gently wiped away the tears that were streaming down Wen Yangbu's face.

Before the other party tried to hide the tears, he took the tears away with his hands.

"Wen Yang, I'm neither hard nor sad."

Her eyes are gentle and firm, and her voice is gentle and affectionate.

She secretly said in her heart:

I have you.

……

Enduring tears and heartbreak, Police Officer Wen tightly held Doctor Jian's hand.

She didn't know why she had to hold each other's hand tightly.

Just thinking about it in her heart, she did it.

When the time came for the emergency center to change shifts, the red-eyed Police Officer Wen obediently followed Dr. Jian.

Jian Muzi completed the last step of her shift today, and then Wen Yang took her back to the dormitory.

Wen Yang ordered takeaway.

What was delivered was not cooked food, but fresh vegetables and raw white meat...all of which Jian Muzi usually likes to eat.

She led Jian Muzi to sit down on the sofa... hugged him, and patted his head.

Immediately afterwards, he got into the kitchen and started his own chef operation.

A real chef can prepare half a table of decent dishes in half an hour.

After serving the rice in the rice cooker, Wen Yang brought Jian Muzi to the table.

Wen Yang didn't eat much, but quietly picked up vegetables and soup for Jian Muzi.

Both of them had no appetite, but Jian Muzi still ate a bowl of rice and a bowl of soup.

The two returned to the sofa, thinking about it, Wen Yang didn't know what to say.

The only thing she is sure of is that what Jian Muzi told her today... must be the whole past, and there must be nothing hidden.

This certainty made her very soft inside.

Obviously the other party is the one who should be comforted more, but in the end, she was comforted and warmed by the other party.

……

Wen Yang sat on the sofa, turned sideways to face Jian Muzi.

"...Did you think I was suspicious last time... when I asked you what name you used?"

Jian Muzi nodded.

These days, there's nothing to hide either.

Wen Yang was both annoyed and ashamed,

"It really is you~ Thinking about it now, wasn't it a bit silly for me to make up such a story to cover you?"

Jian Muzi shook her head, obviously not agreeing with Officer Wen's words.

"On the morning of the first day of junior high school, Master Zhong told me that you came to the dormitory last night. I checked the surveillance, and the time you appeared was close to the time when the dean, wife, and Zhizhou appeared..."

It turned out to be the case.

It turned out that on the night of New Year's Eve, Jian Muzi found out about Wen Yang sneaking into the dormitory of the emergency center the next day.

Later, just after the Spring Festival holiday, Wen Yang suddenly mentioned to Jian Muzi that he had used his name, and Jian Muzi thought that Wen Yang probably heard the conversation between Zhizhou and her.

At that time, she guessed that Wen Yang must have doubts about herself, who had a different surname from her "parents".

But Jian Muzi still doesn't know why Wen Yang appeared in the dormitory of the emergency center on New Year's Eve.

Maybe she knew it well, but she wanted to hear what Wen Yang had to say.

"Oh My God……"

Officer Wen picked his hand in embarrassment.

"I was worried that you would spend the New Year alone in the dormitory that day, so I thought of coming to accompany you."

Wen Yang still concealed another part of the truth...the thermos and the dumplings made by himself in the thermos.

She is willing to reveal some of her heart on what Jian Muzi wants to know.

As for the parts that can be said or not, she doesn't want the other party to feel a little bit regretful or guilty.

……

"...Did you... think of grandma this afternoon?"

"Ah."

Wen Yang pursed his lips, this time no longer hesitated,

"Do you want a hug, Jian Mumu... I can lean on my shoulder anytime."

The other person on the sofa gave Wen Yang an angry look, but tenderness flickered in his eyes.

Wen Yang didn't care whether he nodded in agreement or not, he directly grabbed Jian Muzi's shoulders and brought her into his arms.

……

The day Jian Muzi chose to become Jian Mumu, perhaps she had already expected this day.

She would be in another's arms, surrendering.

No matter how much gloom and sadness, hesitation and powerlessness, pain and wandering in the past, I finally saw the other shore and the distance.

……

Before Jian Muzi had time to react, Wen Yang grabbed her knees and gave her a princess hug.

Suddenly being hugged by Wen Yang in this way, Jian Muzi was stunned for a moment, and then the tips of her ears turned red.

She patted Wen Yang's shoulder lightly, her voice also tinged with pink.

"Put me down."

"Don't let it go."

Police officer Wen, with an inexplicably smug face, walked into the bedroom with Dr. Jian in his arms.

……

The temperature of the air conditioner is suitable, and the air conditioner covers Jian Muzi in good condition.

Wen Yang stopped by the bed and knelt by the bed.

"Sleep, Jian Mumu. I'll stay with you here, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Jian Muzi glanced at Wen Yang.

What I think in my heart is: children.

The child's police officer Wen took what he said was true.

Wen Yang stood by the bed persistently, waiting for Jian Muzi to close her eyes.

She gently covered Jian Muzi's eyelids with her hand.

"Do you want me to sing a lullaby?"

There was a laugh in the words he spoke.

Without waiting for the person on the bed to answer, he hummed to himself.

"My baby, baby, give you a little sweetness, so that you can sleep well tonight..."

……

Woo la la la la la, my baby, there is someone to accompany you when you are happy.

Woo la la la la la, my baby, let you know that you are the most beautiful.

……

That night, Wen Yang couldn't fall asleep.

She has been holding the phone, writing something in the memo.

Write and delete, delete and write.

Sometimes lying on the bed, sometimes getting up and wandering, sometimes sitting by the pillow and leaning against the wall.

Today, she finally saw a complete Jian Muzi.

The unreserved past, the secrets that are no longer hidden, and intertwined with pity and distress, there are countless heartbeats and joys.

Wen Yang is not a dull person.

Of course she could understand what Jian Muzi's personal statement represented.

At least, it means that this person is willing to be honest with her, and willing to be honest about the part of his life that has avoided the scorching sun.

She began to realize that she was important to Jian Muzi.

The only thing she doesn't know is that she is different from Jian Muzi.

Unlike Xia Liang, Lin Yueqing, Xia Zhizhou, Lu Ran...

It is different from anyone Jian Muzi has come into contact with in the past.

She is like Jian Muzi, an amiable existence of soul.

……

Early the next morning, Wen Yang, unable to bear the urgency, drove to the work unit.

She originally wanted to come to the door again, or wait downstairs in Jian Muzi's dormitory.

But the conscientious officer Wen wanted to give the other party space.

She didn't want to appear curiously and urgently at someone's door after accepting Jian Muzi's past.

It's like I can't wait to see the next reaction.

Wen Yang waited in the cafeteria until half an hour before the shift change.

Zhang Luzhi, who is usually lazy, came, but he still didn't meet the one he was expecting from the bottom of his heart.

Meeting Mingli who came back from the evening shift, Wen Yang finally knew that Jian Muzi had asked for sick leave half an hour ago.

Jian Muzi is not the kind of person who uses illness as a cover for nothing.

To be sick is to be really sick.

Wen Yang rushed to the dormitory of the emergency center, and Ming Li didn't have time to finish what he said.

After knocking on the door for a while, I didn't hear any movement inside...

He answered the phone with free hands, and only then did he realize what Ming Li hadn't finished speaking.

……

Jian Muzi, who suddenly had a high fever after midnight, was woken up by the alarm clock in the early morning.

Dr. Jian, who has a strong sense of responsibility, still remembers standing up and calling Mingli to ask for leave.

If Wen Yang asked her, she would tell Wen Yang that the key to the dormitory was placed in the flowerpot at the door.

Jian Muzi propped herself up against the wall and opened the door, half-hiding her key in the soil of the flowerpot.

She was inexplicably sure that Wen Yang would come to her.

In case Wen Yang comes, she can't come and open the door... At least there is still a bunch of keys.

Jian Muzi, who was in a daze from the fever, thought that a phone call would solve the problem.

Dr. Jian, who was in a daze with fever, forgot to make a phone call to the client, which would be simpler and clearer.

The confused person lay back on the bed and fell into a coma.

……

When I opened my eyes again, the midday sun penetrated through the curtains.

Wen Yang sat by the bed, planning to exchange a fever-reducing patch for the feverish person.

Noticing that Jian Muzi's eyelids moved, Wen Yang asked in a low voice, "Are you awake, Jian Mumu?"

Jian Muzi hooked her lips.

It's so beautiful to hear someone who hasn't seen him before.

……