happy seven years

Riemann is naturally very clear that there is no such thing as orange soda in his home from beginning to end.

Only then did Yin Huaiyan explain: "Oh, I just placed an order to buy something, and when I saw this was on sale, I bought it by the way. I remember you used to like drinking it."

"Yeah, I liked it before." Riemann bit the previous two words seriously.

Do you like it now, does it matter?

It doesn't matter.

Riemann lowered his head and continued to eat, emptied the entire plate, and wiped his mouth casually.

Yin Huaiyan was still eating.

Riemann didn't urge her, and slowly drank the orange soda.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the living room, and Yin Huaiyan only turned on the ceiling fan on the dining table. The wind was not very strong, and there was no wind blowing down.

But Riemann didn't feel hot.

The glass in his hand was cold, and the soda poured down his throat was also ice-cold.

It cleared her mind after a busy day.

Riemann forced himself to look away and look at the scenery outside the window.

Don't put too much thought on Ah Yan, Riemann secretly warned himself.

When she came back to her senses, Yin Huaiyan finally finished eating.

Riemann quickly said: "You leave it alone, and I will clean it up."

Yin Huaiyan nodded, and put down the hand that held the plate.

She was about to get up and go back to the room.

Riemann turned his head, just in time to see the light red in Yin Huaiyan's palm.

That's... where I got burned last time.

How could this be?

Riemann wondered, but swallowed the words again.

Perhaps her own worry now is an unnecessary burden to Ah Yan.

Forget it.

Riemann put away the plates and went into the kitchen.

After returning to the study, Riemann wanted to continue drawing the insert.

But my wrist was still aching, so I had to give up temporarily.

Riemann sent a part of the completed manuscript to Luo Ran, asking her to check it.

Luo Ran is probably quite free.

Called shortly after.

"Is there any problem? If not, I will continue to draw." Riemann asked.

Luo Ran: "Very good, did you show it to her? What did she say?"

Riemann answered lazily: "No, I don't want to ask."

"Why don't you want to ask? The author is at your home. Isn't it faster for you to communicate directly? Why do you have to go through me?"

"There is a clear distinction between public and private, and this matter cannot be vague, let alone bring too much personal emotion, so as not to lose justice." Riemann replied solemnly.

The air conditioner in the study room was at a suitable temperature, neither hot nor cold. Listening to Luo Ran chattering on the other end of the phone, Riemann felt sleepy.

The energy from drinking the orange soda just now is gone.

Instead, the eyes gradually closed.

pat.

The mobile phone in his hand was not held firmly and fell on the carpet.

And Riemann raised his head and fell asleep directly like this.

She was woken up by the phone ringing.

Going to pick up the phone in a daze, it was Luo Ran who called.

"Riemann? Why did you lose your voice when you were talking?"

Riemann shook his head, "I just... fell asleep. So sleepy."

"I was scared to death. I thought something was wrong with you. I wanted your ex-girlfriend to visit you, but luckily not."

Riemann suddenly became energetic, "Fortunately, you didn't."

Otherwise, Yin Huaiyan would be so stupid to see him sleeping with his head up.

Luo Ran asked her: "Did you suffer from insomnia last night?"

Riemann responded, "Well, something happened last night."

"It also made me realize some problems."

"Luo Ran, I don't think I should go on like this."

Luo Ran was curious: "What shouldn't be?"

Riemann sighed, "I shouldn't hold on to the past anymore."

"It was the one who was broken up in the first place, but he always got together so eagerly."

"It makes me so humble."

Luo Ran tentatively said: "But don't you still like her very much?"

Li Man paused for a moment before replying, "I like it...it's really the cheapest thing."

"I feel like I haven't seen her for too long, that's why I'm confused by the longing in my heart."

"When I was painting today, I thought through a lot."

"So take this cooperation as a late farewell."

"Just think she's here to make up for the last time she left without saying goodbye. Maybe she thought so in the first place."

Luo Ran hesitated to speak: "Did you have some misunderstanding?"

"You're overthinking, there's no misunderstanding. That's it. I'm going to finish the other parts quickly before she finishes writing the ending."

"Goodbye, Luo Ran."

Before Luo Ran could say anything more, Riemann hung up the phone.

There is someone who can confide a little bit, and Riemann himself feels a lot more comfortable.

She found a strong ointment from a side drawer and pasted it on the wrists of both hands, and returned to work.

Work can make people forget what they shouldn't think about.

until it gets dark.

This time Riemann heard the alarm clock ringing, tore off the ointment, stretched his wrist, and then left the study to cook.

Yin Huaiyan probably hasn't come out yet, and the living room is not lit.

When passing by the guest room, there was a glimmer of light through the crack of the door.

Riemann withdrew his mind and stepped into the kitchen.

The atmosphere of the dinner became more silent.

Except for the gentle collision of dishes and chopsticks, no other unnecessary sounds can be heard.

After the meal, Yin Huaiyan did not leave immediately.

She waited until Riemann finished cleaning the kitchen before asking her, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Riemann suddenly heard Yin Huaiyan's voice hoarse than during the day, and he was still a little dazed.

She subconsciously glanced at her wrist.

It turned out that the place where the ointment was applied was still red.

Riemann couldn't help thinking of Yin Huaiyan's palm, which seemed to be the same color.

"It's nothing, it's just an ointment." Riemann tried his best to keep his tone less turbulent, not caring about Yin Huaiyan's concern.

Yin Huaiyan said, "Then, I'll rub the bruise myself later. It still hurts from being hit last night."

Riemann couldn't help laughing at himself for being passionate.

It turned out that Ah Yan wanted to apply medicine on herself.

Riemann didn't dare to look directly at Yin Huaiyan, "Well, I'm going to catch up on the manuscript. You know the location of the medicine box. It's a purple medicine bottle with efficacy posted on it. Just take it out and rub it yourself."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yin Huaiyan to say more, Riemann slipped back to the study.

She slammed the door shut.

Put the ointment back on.

A burning pain in the wrist.

But at the same time keep her sane.

Riemann drew in one breath until midnight.

He was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa in the study.

She thought she had slept for a long time.

But when he woke up, it was just dawn.

Opening the window, Riemann watched a sunrise.

When my mind began to automatically recall watching the sunrise with Yin Huaiyan,

For the first time, Riemann restrained his memory.

She almost rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and took a cold shower.

With the sound of flowing water, Riemann hid himself in the water and cried a lot.

Life always has to look forward.

Coming out of the bathroom, Riemann couldn't see anything wrong except for a pair of unusually red and swollen eyes.

After she adjusted her state, when she saw Yin Huaiyan again, she really calmed down a lot.

"Wu Wang's finale, I've already sent it to Luo Ran for reading, if there's no problem, it will be finalized before tomorrow."

Yin Huaiyan's voice seemed to be deeper.

Riemann noticed something was wrong, and looked carefully, only to see that Yin Huaiyan had put on a thin layer of makeup.

However, under the makeup, there is also haggardness that cannot be concealed.

And the red blood in the eyes.

I want to ask Yin Huaiyan if he didn't sleep well, and if he stayed up all night to catch the ending.

I want to say that her health is not very good, so it is easy to get tired and fall ill.

Riemann's words came to her lips, and she was forced to suppress them.

"Okay, I'm almost done with the painting. I'll finish it after the ending is settled."

Riemann choked out such a sentence.

Once a person forces himself to be ruthless, and after a start, the follow-up will become more logical.

Obviously seeing that Yin Huaiyan still had something to say, Li Man could ignore her and walked past her to the study.

Seeing that he was about to enter the study, Yin Huaiyan anxiously shouted, "Where are you going?"

It's kind of funny to listen to this carefully.

It's not Yin Huaiyan's usual speaking level at all.

"Huahua, didn't I just say that?" Riemann turned around, as if he was very puzzled by Yin Huaiyan's behavior.

Not only that, but also a feeling of being disturbed.

Yin Huaiyan was stunned. She stayed up for two nights just to get the ending out of the way quickly so that she would have time to implement her plan.

But who can tell her why Riemann suddenly looks like a different person?

It wasn't like that a few days ago.

Yin Huaiyan couldn't figure out what went wrong, and wanted to talk to Riemann again, but Riemann had closed the study door again.

She wanted to know the reason, but she found that she didn't have the contact information of half of Riemann's friends.

Except Luo Ran.

Luo Ran has just received the draft of the ending, so she must not be free right now.

Yin Huaiyan covered her mouth and yawned, feeling dizzy. She actually felt isolated and helpless in such a big Licheng.

I don't know how difficult it was when Riemann moved here alone.

Riemann looks cheerful, but making friends is not casual at all.

But back then...

Yin Huaiyan smiled bitterly, it's not all his fault, is it?

It's just that there are some reasons, I hope Riemann will never have to know.

Yin Huaiyan returned to the guest room, rested for a while, and then went out.

She left a note on the tea table so that Riemann didn't have to wait for her to eat.

From Riemann's current address, the route to the destination is somewhat tortuous.

Yin Huaiyan went through many twists and turns, and when the scorching sun was in the sky, he finally arrived.

Seeing the familiar fruit shop downstairs, Yin Huaiyan walked in without thinking.

The proprietress is still the same proprietress a few years ago.

Yin Huaiyan went in for a stroll, and the proprietress recognized her immediately.

"Little girl, I haven't seen you for a long time! Your girlfriend said that you have moved away, why come back to see you when you have time?"

Yin Huaiyan looked at the proprietress's kind big skirt, her nose was sore.

Girlfriend, what a new and long-lost word.