I heard you still love her

——A Yan... I feel bad, I want to sleep with you.

A long, long time ago, when the second semester of high school was over and about to enter the third year of high school, the people in the dormitory went out to karaoke carnival together, and they gave fruit plates and beer. It was Yan Zhilan's first drink, and Xiao Ruoyan happened to go out to answer the phone. One missed, and when she came back, Xiaoyan's cheeks were already flushed, holding a wine glass in her hand, she couldn't stop smiling at her.

At that time, she said exactly the same thing, "Ayan, it's uncomfortable, I want to sleep with you, sleepy."

The boss who was holding the wheat turned his head vigilantly, Xiao Ruoyan covered Yan Zhilan's mouth, Yan Zhilan's smiling eyes were shining, she kissed Xiao Ruoyan's palm, staring at her slyly, Xiao Ruoyan's His face flushed, and he withdrew his arm abruptly.

It was also from that time that the boss gradually discovered that something was wrong between the two of them, and the clues began to be exposed.

nowadays.

Xiao Ruoyan helped Yan Zhilan into the room, she first called the culprit, Lanlan.

Lanlan Mingming was busy at the beginning, but when Xiao Ruoyan got through, she just refused to answer, and finally turned off the phone altogether. She wanted to call the boss, but today was her bridal chamber after all, and the remaining humanity made Xiao Ruoyan Ruoyan gave up the idea.

She bit her lip and looked at Yan Zhilan who was sitting on the bed like a doll with her head lowered and swaying, "Xiaoyan, where is your room card?"

If the room card is found, she can send her back.

When Yan Zhilan drank a lot, her eyes lit up, with a smile in her eyes, and she curled her lips: "The room card? Give it to Lanlan."

Xiao Ruoyan: ...

Yan Zhilan's body leaned back against the wall, she muttered: "It's cold."

After she drank too much alcohol, she had a problem. Her feet would feel cold, like ice cubes. Xiao Ruoyan asked the doctor before, and the doctor said that it might be due to hereditary blood.

Seeing Xiao Ruoyan's hesitation, Yan Zhilan bit her lips, lowered her head and murmured, "It's been ten years since you've seen each other, and you've become... so cruel."

Xiao Ruoyan: ...

After a few minutes.

Xiao Ruoyan carefully put her down on his bed, and went to take off her shoes, "How much did you drink?"

She didn't know if Xiaoyan's drinking capacity was still the same as when she was a teenager.

Muttering, Yan Zhilan stretched out her hand to hug the quilt, her forehead was covered with strands, and her eyes were fascinated. Xiao Ruoyan was a bit of a clean freak. When she came to the hotel, she would definitely change into the sheets she brought, which smelled like her. Yan Zhilan sniffed around like holding a kitten, "Your smell..."

She was really drunk.

She was happy to see Xiao Ruoyan, but at the same time, she was not as calm as she appeared.

Over the years, Ah Yan has experienced a lot, and so has she.

Even, because of her family, Yan Zhilan has seen more of the cruel side of the world, and she knows what stands in front of the two of them.

She is not afraid of anything, she is fearless, she only wants Xiao Ruoyan.

Over the years, thinking deeply, she would often hug Xiao Ruoyan and smell her body in her dreams. The smell was a bit like the scent of flowers, but more of her body scent.

Xiao Ruoyan took off her shoes and saw Yan Zhilan hugging her quilt like a puppy and sniffing. Her face was a little hot, and just about to speak, Yan Zhilan murmured: "I want... miss..."

She misses the smell.

I missed it until I shed tears unconsciously.

Once, in the dormitory, Yan Zhilan promised Xiao Ruoyan that as long as she was here, she would not drink easily in the future, and would not let herself get drunk easily.

But in these ten years, her Ah Yan was not around.

She has been drunk countless times.

She sat alone at home crying wantonly, sat alone on the roof dangling her feet thinking about the unseen tomorrow, and sat quietly smoking a cigarette until dawn.

No more.

No one would hug her tenderly, ask her if she was uncomfortable, kiss her ears to lull her to sleep.

The alcohol surged upwards.

Yan Zhilan hugged Xiao Ruoyan's quilt and shed tears more and more. Xiao Ruoyan stood aside and looked at her quietly, tears running down Ruyu's cheeks.

The two wept silently for a while.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Ruoyan came over, she bent down and hugged Yan Zhilan gently, "Stop crying, Xiaoyan, stop crying..."

Obviously to comfort her.

But Xiao Ruoyan's tears became more violent.

Her fingers were as gentle as before, gently rubbing Yan Zhilan's hair, Yan Zhilan finally let go of the quilt, she threw herself into her arms, crying indulgently.

——You understand my suffering, and I understand your sorrow.

In front of her Ah Yan, she doesn't need any pretense.

Yan Zhilan hadn't shed tears like this for a long time, the moonlight was thick, falling on Xiaoyan's face, pouring a heavy layer of sadness on her.

Xiao Ruoyan went to the bathroom to fetch hot water and came out. She bent down and squatted beside the bed, looked at Xiaoyan's feet, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Can I take off your socks and soak your feet?"

Yan Zhilan sat up, her hair was messed up, she looked like a beautiful little lunatic, and her eyes were usually charming, she said in Xiao Ruoyan's delicate nasal voice: "You can take it off wherever you want. "

Xiao Ruoyan: ...

It takes a pound to drink.

She took off Yan Zhilan's socks for her. When she saw the jade white toes, Xiao Ruoyan's ears became hot, and the slender jade shoots were wrapped in light clouds. Her feet were beautiful, small and cute.

Xiao Ruoyan pressed her feet into the warm water, and she rubbed them one by one, trying to make her feet warm up.

Yan Zhilan looked down at Xiao Ruoyan, her eyes were full of mist, Xiao Ruoyan asked, "Is it hot?"

She raised her head, facing Yan Zhilan's tear-filled eyes, she tilted her head, Yan Zhilan shook her head: "It's not hot."

It seemed that her feet were soaked, and she was in a better state, calmly looking out of the already dark window.

The sound of splashes of water.

Both of them were silent until Xiao Ruoyan dried Yan Zhilan's feet, wrapped her up in a quilt, and returned to the bed.

Yan Zhilan asked gently: "Ayan, can you hug me?"

Xiao Ruoyan looked at her silently, after a while, she sat on the edge of the bed, instead of hugging Yan Zhilan, she asked softly, "Is it better?"

Yan Zhilan lowered her head and remained silent.

In the past, she would do this every time she was angry with Xiao Ruoyan, biting her lip and sitting there aggrieved.

Xiao Ruoyan couldn't bear her appearance the most, and would suppress all big things, so he hugged her on his lap and coaxed her.

But now...

Xiao Ruoyan said lightly, "Take a rest."

She took the cigarette case and went to the balcony. The night in her hometown was beautiful. Although the manor was already as dark as ink, the lights in the distance illuminated the whole city.

Xiao Ruoyan took out a cigarette, but she held it in her mouth and didn't smoke it, but let her light it.

When she was young, she had an unruly temper and would be very vicious when she lost her temper. Only Yan Zhilan could subdue her.

After ten years, her edges and corners have been smoothed, and working hard outside has taught her to swallow all her words and thoughts and digest them by herself.

After all, she couldn't forget Yan Zhilan's father slapped Xiaoyan in front of her with a dark face, and she couldn't forget sister Xiaoyan's words after all.

Many things, if you don't start, there will be no pain.

I don't know how long it took.

Footsteps came from behind, and Yan Zhilan came out wearing slippers. She stood behind Xiao Ruoyan and looked at the cigarette in her hand.

Xiao Ruoyan's hand paused, Yan Zhilan stared at her for a moment, "Give me one."

"What do you smoke?"

After the two of them met, Xiao Ruoyan couldn't say a word and kept rolling in her heart several times. Now, her blurted dissatisfaction has become as strong as when she was a teenager.

Yan Zhilan was stunned, she looked at Xiao Ruoyan's eyes were a little red, Xiao Ruoyan was also a little startled, after a while, she lowered her head, and said lightly, "No."

Very resolutely refused.

Yan Zhilan stared at her for a while, curled her lips in a self-deprecating manner, she went back to the room, took out the cigarette and lighter from the windbreaker pocket, took a bottle from the wine cabinet by the way, and went back.

Xiao Ruoyan: ...

Yan Zhilan sat on the wicker chair, her slender legs crossed, lit the cigarette deftly, her vermilion lips lowered her head and took a breath, under the curling smoke, she squinted her eyes, her narrow eyes stared at Xiao Ruoyan look.

A set of movements, very skilled.

Xiao Ruoyan was shocked, Yan Zhilan looked into her eyes and said softly, "Don't believe I can smoke?" She puffed out a smoke ring, "Ayan, you have been away from me for ten years."

Yes.

It's been ten years.

They are not what they used to be.

Xiao Ruoyan came back to her senses, her eyes were a little dim, Yan Zhilan bent down and took out two cups from under the coffee table, "Drink?"

"You just woke up a little and still drinking?"

Xiao Ruoyan faced her with a cold face, Yan Zhilan pinched the cigarette with her slender fingers, her long hair fluttering in the wind, at that moment, she was very charming and seductive, "I want to drink, if I don't get drunk, why are you willing to keep me?"

One sentence, right in the heart, made Xiao Ruoyan speechless.

Yan Zhilan stared at her for a while, shook her head and smiled, she picked up the wine glass, and took a sip of the red wine.

There are no stars in the sky tonight, and if you look at it for a long time, you will feel dizzy in this silent blackness.

Both of them were very silent, one smoked quietly, the other drank and smoked.

The two of them often sat together when they were teenagers, and the vitality of studying, composing, and singing was completely gone.

Xiao Ruoyan saw that Yan Zhilan's wine glass had bottomed out again, she couldn't help but stop it: "Don't drink it."

Yan Zhilan turned her head to look at her, with tears in her eyes, "Who are you to me, why do you care about me?"

These words are simple and straightforward, piercing the faint paper-like gap between the two of them when they met again.

Xiao Ruoyan was quite embarrassed, under the moonlight, her eyes were full of sadness.

See you again.

She is who she is.

Over the years, she thought about it many, many times, but she couldn't figure it out.

Now, when asked by Yan Zhilan, her chest seemed to be pressed by a heavy rock, and after a long silence, Xiao Ruoyan replied calmly: "Friend."

Like a kind of self-hypnosis and suggestion, she repeated: "We are friends."

friend?

get such an answer.

Yan Zhilan only felt that the wine she just drank washed up like a tide, her face turned pale, her forehead began to sweat, and her stomach began to feel uncomfortable.

Seeing her abnormality, Xiao Ruoyan quickly reached out to help her, but Yan Zhilan pushed her away. She staggered to her feet, walked back to the room, and lay down on the bed, "Friend? Hehe..."

Such an arrogant Xiaoyan, only she can see.

In the past, Xiao Ruoyan would have coaxed her carefully, but now, she is just silent.

"Friend, I'll borrow your bed to sleep in."

Xiaoyan's voice was very soft and fragile, with a hint of tremor at the end. She lay there and whispered repeatedly: "Friend...friend..."

She was really vomited by Xiao Ruoyan, and her plans in her heart were turned cold, her brain was really occupied by alcohol, she was covered in cold sweat, and she had no strength at all.

Before falling into a coma, she looked at Xiao Ruoyan who came over to cover the quilt, and said resentfully and unwillingly: "Who will be your friend?"

......"

It went on like this for half an hour.

Xiao Ruoyan sighed softly looking at Xiaoyan who had fallen into a deep sleep.

She walked over, covered her with the quilt, and went outside to put away the wine glasses and everything.

When he came back, Xiao Ruoyan saw Yan Zhilan, who was still making a big fuss just now, shrunk into a small ball, and he didn't know how she could reach it. He was holding the clothes she had put on the chair in his hands, and hugged her tightly.

Seeing Yan Zhilan hugging her clothes, Xiao Ruoyan felt pain in her heart, she walked over, wanted to touch Yan Zhilan's cheek, but finally stopped in mid-air.

Yan Zhilan murmured softly, shrank her legs up, bit her lips and trembled.

Xiao Ruoyan lifted the quilt, held her cold feet with both hands and rubbed them gently, but she couldn't warm them anyway, she thought for a while to lift the quilt, and got into the bed herself, then she lifted her clothes and put the Yan Zhilan's icy cold feet were pressed against her chest.

With cold feet pressed against the delicate skin, Xiao Ruoyan had goosebumps from the cold, it was really cold.

She endured it patiently, and tried her best to transfer the heat to Xiaoyan, warming her.After a long time, feeling that her feet were no longer so cold, Xiao Ruoyan put her feet back under the quilt and tucked her in the quilt.

Sitting on the bedside, Xiao Ruoyan looked at Yan Zhilan quietly, gently smoothed her frowning brows with his hands, stared at Xiaoyan with a pair of eyes, and said softly but solemnly: "You are the one I love. "