happy seven years

The curtains are open, and the morning light is reflected on the bed through the glass.

Riemann squinted his eyes and tried to sit up, when he suddenly heard the sound of even breathing beside him.

She tilted her head.

Next to the pillow is Yin Huaiyan.

The man was lying on his side on the bed, his black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and one smooth arm was exposed outside the quilt, sleeping soundly.

The whole person is dyed with a layer of hazy morning sun, like a dream and a painting.

Riemann's memory gradually came back.

The hangover head turns a little slower than usual.

It took about a few minutes before she realized what she had done last night by being drunk for three minutes.

No ecstasy as expected.

What's more, it's the fear after the absurdity.

The reconciliation she hoped for should never be in this way.

But things have happened, and memory doesn't lie.

Plus... Ah Yan's reaction.

It made Riemann's head hurt even more.

She stared at Yin Huaiyan's profile, annoyed and at a loss.

Ah Yan is such a smart person, Riemann is not sure if she will find out that she is pretending to be drunk.

It's ridiculous to say that they have never encountered such a situation after being together for so many years.

Without alarming Yin Huaiyan, Rieman quietly lifted a corner of the quilt and got out of bed.

He randomly grabbed a nightgown from the hanger on the side and put it on. Riemann drew the gauze curtain to block some sunlight, and then tiptoedly took a set of clothes to the bathroom.

The water temperature was so high that the scalding hot water flushed the skin red.

Riemann was in the steamy bathroom, thinking about what to do next.

It wasn't until she was about to run out of oxygen that she packed herself up and walked out of the bathroom.

Yin Huaiyan is still awake.

Riemann found a set of clothes and put them beside Yin Huaiyan's sleeping bed, and the cotton mop was also placed on the ground.

She finally worked up the courage to go to the living room.

The lights hadn't been turned off yet, and together with the sunlight, the mess on the sofa and the carpet was clearly visible.

Riemann took a breath.

Resigned to fate and started to pack up.

She picked up the clothes and skirts that were torn by herself, and her mind was buzzing.

Ah Yan likes the extreme gentleness, and likes it step by step.

I didn't do anything last night.

And in the living room, with the lights on, people were pressed against the sofa.

It is something that Riemann dared not even think about in seven years.

It was like crazy.

What should I do?

Riemann cleaned and tidied the living room entirely by instinct.

Then go into the kitchen to cook breakfast.

There are many ingredients stored in the refrigerator.

Riemann chose and chose, hesitated several times, and finally took Yin Huaiyan's favorite ingredients.

Afraid of waking Yin Huaiyan up with the noise from the kitchen, Riemann closed the kitchen door tightly.

She even made the best cream of mushroom soup and almost turned the whipped cream into milk.

That is to say, her habit supported her to make no mistakes, so she put the breakfast on the plate and was ready to serve it out.

Stop by to see if Yin Huaiyan has woken up.

Riemann opened the kitchen door quietly.

She put the plate on the dining table and admired her masterpiece for a while.

When he looked up, he was startled by the people beside him.

"Ah, Ah Yan, you're up." Riemann's mouth was trembling.

Yin Huaiyan didn't know when she got up, she didn't wear the clothes and shoes that Riemann put beside the bed.

She wears a dress she brought herself.

She had obviously washed and tidied up.

The complexion looks good.

The smile on the corner of his mouth also looks very pure and comfortable.

But Riemann subconsciously took half a step back.

Ah Yan is charming no matter what.

However, Yin Huaiyan smiling like this is usually only seen when she is very angry.

Riemann was beating drums in his heart.

Ah Yan must have seen something.

Maybe she already knew that she was pretending to be drunk last night.

How can she explain why she is so angry?

The guilty Riemann dared not look at Yin Huaiyan.

Yin Huaiyan took a step forward.

"Are you sober?" Yin Huaiyan asked her gently.

Her voice hadn't fully recovered yet, with a hint of hoarseness.

Riemann was distraught when he heard that.

She nodded and said, "I'm sober, last night...I'm sorry."

Yin Huaiyan pulled away the chair beside Riemann and sat down.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Rieman secretly glanced at Yin Huaiyan, but she lowered her head, showing no expression.

"I, accidentally got drunk last night, please take me back."

Yin Huaiyan picked up the spoon, scooped up the creamy mushroom soup, blew on it, and took a sip.

"Drunk? Then how come you still remember that I brought you back?"

Riemann thought to himself, it really is not good.

Her eyes fluttered, "That's what Luo Ran told me. Yes, Luo Ran."

Yin Huaiyan took another sip of the soup before putting down the spoon and eating the soft-boiled eggs instead.

She eats gracefully and slowly.

"Well, do you know where the clothes I wore last night went? I can't seem to find them."

"Clothes..." Riemann bit the accent, looking unnatural.

"I woke up in the morning and saw your clothes on the carpet. They were dirty, dirty, and torn, so I decided to throw them away for you." Riemann was so anxious that he wanted to pick the table.

She tried to ask, "Otherwise, I'll buy another one and pay you back?"

Yin Huaiyan raised his head to look at Riemann, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Eh? So you broke it?"

Riemann: ... "I don't know."

Yin Huaiyan laughed, his low laughter was very deceptive.

"I do not know…"

She even greeted Riemann against the guest: "Aren't you hungry? Sit down and eat, it's delicious."

Resigned to his fate, Riemann sat down opposite Yin Huaiyan.

The breakfast is rich in variety and evenly matched.

The soft-boiled eggs are cooked just right, the asparagus is fried tenderly, and the temperature of the noodles and soup is moderate.

Riemann didn't like it.

Holding the possibility of lenient confession, Li Man waited for Yin Huaiyan to eat almost, and hesitatingly spoke.

"Ayan, I..."

"I'm done eating, I'm going back to my room to catch up on the manuscript."

"Lunch, if you cook, count me in, thank you."

Yin Huaiyan wiped her mouth, stood up, picked up her thermos and went into her room.

Riemann watched Yin Huaiyan quickly close the door and sighed.

But one night, how did the situation change completely?

Blame myself for not controlling myself.

But with a beauty in her arms, how could she not sit still.

and……

Riemann recollected Yin Huaiyan's reaction last night, as well as his attitude just now. If the old love is forgotten, it will not be in such a form.

As long as people don't leave, it's not the worst outcome.

Riemann cheered up, put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, made a cup of hot American coffee to refresh himself, and came to the study to work.

Yin Huaiyan wanted to catch up on the manuscript, so she naturally wanted to.

When Riemann was chasing the serialization of "Wu Wang", he imagined the appearance of the protagonist and many scenes in it.

At that time, she didn't know that the author was Yin Huaiyan, and she drew a lot of pictures and kept them for her own appreciation. Now she can dig them out and modify them to see if they can be used.

Riemann remembered the lunch that Yin Huaiyan said, and set the alarm clock before starting to work.

After re-reading the previous part of the book, Riemann had many new ideas.

The time spent at work passed quickly, and Riemann temporarily forgot the slightly awkward state of himself and Yin Huaiyan.

She fixed the details and changed the expressions of some characters.

When the alarm clock rang, Riemann clicked to save.

Passing by the door of Yin Huaiyan's room, Riemann didn't hear anything.

She suddenly remembered that there was a period of time.

Yin Huaiyan's electrostatic capacitor keyboard was broken, and both of them hadn't received their manuscript fees, so they couldn't get a new one.

When writing something, I can only use the keyboard that the previous computer was equipped with.

Even a light tap on that keyboard is extremely loud.

At that time, the rental house was very small, and because Yin Huaiyan didn’t want to disturb Riemann, he always wrote it by hand first, and then quickly typed it into the computer.

Even though Riemann has emphasized many times that it doesn't matter, Yin Huaiyan just smiled and said that he did this to practice writing by the way.

Riemann didn't know what kind of lie she was telling. At that time, Yin Huaiyan's handwriting had long been beautiful and beautiful.

Riemann remembered that not long after that, after signing a draft contract, he paid a part of the draft fee in advance and replaced Yin Huaiyan with a new keyboard.

The love at that time, the heart to treat each other sincerely at that time, can be seen everywhere in the fragmented life.

It also made Riemann want to get back that feeling even more.

For lunch, Riemann changed the rich dishes in the morning, but fried two plates of olive vegetable fried rice and two bowls of egg drop soup.

These are the two foods they ate the most during their hard-pressed days.

She wanted to play the emotional card in front of Yin Huaiyan.

Nervously knocking on Yin Huaiyan's door, Riemann clenched his fist unconsciously.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and Yin Huaiyan poked his head out.

Riemann said, "Ayan, it's time to eat."

Yin Huaiyan responded, washed his hands before walking to the dining table.

Originally, she was curious about how Riemann would be submissive when he asked someone to have a meal, but when she saw the familiar food on the table, Yin Huaiyan instantly understood.

If Yin Huaiyan suspected that Rieman was pretending to be drunk last night with only five points in the morning, this meal would add up to the other five points.

"Interesting?"