happy seven years

Without waiting for Yin Huaiyan's reply, Riemann went out the door directly.

It's not a congested time period, but Riemann doesn't drive very fast.

All along the way, she was imagining what she would say after receiving Yin Huaiyan, and what kind of conversation might happen.

The more I think about it, the more nervous I become.

When he drove to the entrance of the hotel, Riemann realized that he was sweating while holding the steering wheel.

After wiping her palms with a wet towel, she took a few deep breaths before opening the door and getting out of the car.

The hotel lobby was busy right now, and Riemann scanned around before finding Yin Huaiyan wearing a mask in the corner.

Yin Huaiyan changed the skirt she wore in the morning, and paired a white T-shirt with simple light-colored jeans, which looked very refreshing in summer.

Riemann's eyes were slightly hot, as if he had just seen the familiar Ah Yan.

Not the one at yesterday's signing.

Not the one at the publishing house in the morning, either.

The habitual address was almost ready to come out, and when she found that she spread her palm to observe the blisters in her hand, she held back.

Riemann suddenly realized that this was not the first time they met again.

I only scalded someone in the morning and said some clumsy words.

Riemann bypassed the noisy crowd and stood in front of Yin Huaiyan.

She looked calm, but the hand holding the chain of the satchel was red from being strangled.

Yin Huaiyan didn't know what he was thinking, but he raised his head when he realized that there was someone standing in front of him.

"Ah, you're here." Yin Huaiyan slowly stood up.

She was about to pull the suitcase beside her.

Before the hand could reach out, it was intercepted by another hand ahead of time.

Riemann pulled the suitcase to his side, "Your hand is still hurt, I'll just carry it."

Seeing Yin Huaiyan stunned, Riemann urged: "Let's go, I can't park in the place where I parked for too long."

"Oh." Yin Huaiyan followed obediently.

Li Man did not wait for Yin Huaiyan, her steps were not small, even if Yin Huaiyan quickened her pace, she was still half a body behind her.

Yin Huaiyan followed Riemann with a little difficulty and walked to the side of the car.

Riemann pressed the lock of the trunk, put the suitcase on it neatly, and closed it.

She walked to the cab door and suddenly thought, where is Yin Huaiyan sitting?

So he stopped and looked back at her.

Yin Huaiyan was also looking at Riemann with clear eyes.

Riemann sighed silently: "Forget it, you can take the co-pilot. The rear row has not been taken care of recently, and there is a lot of dust."

Yin Huaiyan nodded, walked around to the co-pilot and took his seat.

Riemann got in the car, put on his seat belt, forced himself not to look at the co-pilot, stepped on the accelerator and drove out.

All the way is silent.

Riemann didn't know how Yin Huaiyan felt, anyway, she felt that she was extremely uncomfortable.

It's even more depressing than when I drove over alone just now.

Waiting for the gap between the red lights, Riemann felt that he was about to be unable to hold back, and he used his fingers to dig the steering wheel armrest silently.

"Can I play some music?"

Yin Huaiyan's voice was soft and tentative.

Riemann was relieved.

"it is good."

There are still 20 seconds left at the red light, enough time for her to call up the playlist, glance at the playlist roughly, and choose a song that might be suitable for listening to now.

But because he didn't dare to turn his head to look over, Riemann lost his mind when choosing a song.

When the prelude to the music sounded, Riemann realized that he had pressed the most inappropriate playlist.

But it was too late.

The red light turned into a green light, and Riemann had to continue to focus on driving.

This playlist was probably added casually when Riemann was in a bad mood.

Almost every song is sad about spring and autumn, lamenting that things are changing and people are changing, and lamenting that a person is lonely.

Riemann was afraid that Yin Huaiyan might have misunderstood something.

"Actually, I'm doing pretty well."

"These songs have no other meaning, I hope you don't misunderstand."

When the music paused, Riemann seemed to hear a soft laugh, which was very light, but it tickled her heart and made her hurt.

"Well, I also think you will have a good life." Yin Huaiyan said.

"Unlike me, I can't do anything well."

When Yin Huaiyan said this, Riemann wanted to ask many questions that were suppressed in his heart.

"Hey, don't mention the disappointing things, you can concentrate on driving."

"If you don't want to listen to these songs, I'll change them for you."

Riemann: "Well...you can change it if you are not used to it."

Yin Huaiyan: "It's okay, that's all."

Riemann: "Okay."

The two of them didn't speak any more, and let the singers on the stereo tell their unforgettable feelings one after another.

It's just that the lyrics fell into the ears of the two people who were thinking about each other, and each had their own emotions.

When the car was parked in the parking lot of the community, Riemann's tense nerves were considered to relax.

"arrive."

She got out of the car to pick up the suitcase, but still didn't wait for Yin Huaiyan on purpose, and walked a little ahead of her.

It seems very deliberate, deliberately avoiding the habits engraved in the bone marrow in the past.

For example, you must wait for Yin Huaiyan to come to your side, and if allowed, you must hold the other party's hand, and then get very close, walking side by side.

But this kind of deliberation is very effective in Riemann's view.

It prevented her from reaching out to hold Yin Huaiyan accidentally.

After all, Yin Huaiyan didn't show that he wasn't used to the distance.

Of course I have to do the same.

Enter the elevator, get out of the elevator, and walk to the door of the house.

Riemann forced himself not to look at Yin Huaiyan more.

Open the door and enter the house.

After the suitcase was moved in, Riemann changed the house shoes first, and then pointed to another brand new pair for Yin Huaiyan.

"I forgot your size. You can see if it fits. But there is nothing you can do if it doesn't fit. This is the only pair."

Yin Huaiyan said hello and changed.

From size to comfort, everything is just right, even the color and pattern are clearly Yin Huaiyan's favorite style when they were still together.

Yin Huaiyan looked at Riemann, who had already pushed the suitcase to the door of the guest room, with a sore throat.

Riemann carefully created all this, making it look like she has already walked out of the relationship with Yin Huaiyan.

But the more this happened, the more Yin Huaiyan knew that it was all an illusion.

Seeing that she was still there, Riemann shouted: "Your room is here, and I put the suitcase here."

Only then did Yin Huaiyan regain his senses and walked over.

The rooms are clean and tidy, no frills, the curtains are drawn and tied on the sides, and the light is good.

Yin Huaiyan stared at the small flowerpot on the window, on which a small unknown wildflower was planted, and it bloomed just right.

She suddenly choked up.

The goals they had set together, the longing for home, and the scenes that had not been realized during the seven years together, after separation, Riemann completed it alone.

Riemann tried his best to ignore Yin Huaiyan's slightly different emotions after entering the room.

She was thinking about what to do next when her stomach started to hurt slightly.

Riemann just remembered that he even forgot to eat lunch.

"I...have you eaten?" After Riemann said it, he couldn't help but dislike his lack of principle.

"I'm just going to cook noodles. If you haven't eaten, I'll cook some more by the way."

Speaking of this, I have to explain: "Don't get me wrong, I only asked you because you are inconvenient."

Yin Huaiyan nodded: "Well, I just cleaned up at the hotel and haven't eaten yet. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Then you do it yourself, I'll go to the kitchen." Riemann left the room.

Yin Huaiyan let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the bed.

Probably because he still remembered that he was afraid of the heat, Riemann turned on the air conditioner before going out, and with the wind blowing from the air conditioner, there was also the smell of burnt rose aromatherapy.

She reached out and touched the soft quilt, and the familiar touch made her fall into memories.

-

"Ayan, when I get the manuscript fee, I must first replace this damn old-fashioned air conditioner!"

"The landlord clearly said that the air conditioner is ~cool~quick~"

"Look, I've already opened it to 16 degrees, and it's still hot!"

Riemann stood in front of the air conditioner outlet in a long suspender dress, holding the remote control of the air conditioner in one hand, with one hand on his hips, and his cheeks were puffy.

Yin Huaiyan raised her head to look at her, just in time to see the sweat dripping from Liman's pretty side face, falling down her fair skin, making her even hotter.

"Well, buy a new air conditioner." Yin Huai replied sullenly.

Riemann turned his attention away from the air conditioner and turned to look at Yin Huaiyan.

Under the not-so-bright light, Yin Huaiyan's complexion seemed a little too rosy.

Looking at each other for a while, Yin Huaiyan's eyes were also a little distracted.

Riemann threw the remote control of the air conditioner casually, and immediately threw himself in front of Yin Huaiyan.

She reached out to feel the temperature of Yin Huaiyan's forehead, it was so hot that she almost retracted her hand.

"Ayan, you have a fever again."

Yin Huaiyan's physique is not too bad, but he is prone to colds and fevers at every turn, and when he has a fever, he becomes confused.

"I'm fine." Yin Huaiyan blinked, trying not to fall to Riemann.

"Probably just too hot."

Riemann didn't believe her.

He picked him up and put him on the bed in the bedroom.

He found a thermometer and took Yin Huaiyan's temperature skillfully.

"Hey! I really have a fever! You lean here first, and I'll be right back." Riemann's voice trembled a little. Every time Yin Huaiyan fell ill, she was the most anxious.

Opening the refrigerator and taking out the commonly used antipyretic stickers, Riemann ran back to the bedroom and put them on Yin Huaiyan.

Next was a glass of warm water and a fever-reducing medicine, staring at Yin Huaiyan and taking it.

After doing this, Riemann was so hot that he felt a little uncomfortable.

She pulled the fan to the side of the bed, blowing on Yin Huaiyan who was covered with a thin quilt on the bed, while she picked up the fan and shook it again and again.

Yin Huaiyan fell asleep soon after taking the medicine.

As the night deepened, Rieman was afraid that his poor sleeping posture would affect Yin Huaiyan, so he simply lay down beside the bed and fell asleep.

When Yin Huaiyan woke up the next morning, what he saw was Riemann lying on the carpet next to the bed and sleeping soundly.

That morning she looked at Riemann's sleeping face for a long time, saw the red eyes, and almost cried a few times.

She wanted to hug each other with strong arms like Riemann, but she was so weak that she fell ill easily.

She was weak, and she swore secretly at that time that she must not let Riemann do this again in the future.

In the next period of time, she took on a few private jobs for ghostwriters, and every night after Riemann fell asleep, she quietly got up, groped on the balcony to catch up on drafts, and made espresso when she was sleepy. After many months, the old air conditioner was finally replaced with a new, cool air conditioner with a strong wind speed.

Standing under the air conditioner, Riemann, who was shivering a few times from the cold wind with his head up, was unwilling to move away.

Smiling, he turned around and hugged Rieman who was kissed by Yin Huaiyan.

Liman, who was greedy for the new air conditioner and was blown cold, and even wanted to act like a baby to let Yin Huaiyan hug him with his nose blocked.

……

-

Yin Huaiyan raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

So why did she lose such a good lover?

Yin Huaiyan felt a little cold, stood up, and walked under the air conditioner.

The temperature displayed on it is indeed the best temperature that Riemann, who is afraid of heat, said at the beginning.

"The noodles are ready."

Yin Huaiyan followed the sound and turned around.

The face in memory overlapped with the person at the door.

She opened her mouth, and blurted out a "manman" that had been suppressed for more than 1000 days and nights.