happy seven years

"What a coincidence." Riemann said softly.

Seeing Yin Huaiyan stand up and plan to leave, Riemann quickly jumped down the stairs.

She took advantage of her height to trap Yin Huaiyan in the corner.

The corners of Yin Huaiyan's eyes were still red from crying. He raised his head at this moment and looked at Riemann with aggrieved eyes.

They were silent for a while...

"Since you already have someone else, please respect yourself." Yin Huaiyan spoke first, with a hint of crying in his voice.

She thought that reminding Riemann in this way, Riemann would think of the girl who was walking with her just now, and let go of herself.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Riemann leaned over and approached, his forehead pressed against Yin Huaiyan's.

She said in a hoarse voice, "You were the one who didn't want me first."

The tone was humble, almost crying.

The string that had been taut in Yin Huaiyan's heart broke just like that.

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"Ayan, I knew you were here!"

A girl in a baggy school uniform bounced from the stairs to the corner.

Riemann took out the yogurt in his pocket and handed it to Yin Huaiyan who was squatting in the corner.

"Well, for you."

Yin Huaiyan raised her eyes and tried her best not to let the tears fall from the corners of her eyes. Seeing that the yogurt bottle in Riemann's hand was still dripping with water, she hesitated for a moment, whether she did not reach out to take it.

Rieman looked at Yin Huaiyan's glutinous eyes like this, and she was in a bad mood, and she was furious.

"Tsk, who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll help you bully me!"

The cold yogurt was just stuffed into Yin Huaiyan's arms, and Yin Huaiyan had to hold it in his hands, feeling the coolness of the bottle, and clenched his hands unconsciously.

As a well-known three-good student of the No. [-] Middle School and the vice-chairman of the Student Union, Yin Huaiyan is a dazzling presence wherever she goes. Where would anyone dare to bully her?

Except Riemann.

But Riemann didn't know it.

Riemann rolled up his sleeves, looking as if he wanted to fight, and realized that he might have been too anxious to speak just now, so he quickly slowed down his tone, "Who bullied you? Can you tell me?"

Yin Huaiyan shook her head, she opened the cap of the yogurt bottle, inserted the straw into the bottle, closed the mouth of the straw with her small mouth, and drank most of the bottle silently.

Riemann just watched from the side, his mouth was a little dry, and Yin Huaiyan stood up.

At the end of autumn, the windows in the stairwell were left open, and the autumn wind poured in unscrupulously, Yin Huaiyan still felt hot.

Few people come to this stairwell, and it has always been her small world, until Riemann discovered this habit of hers, so he came here with various excuses every three days.

"Ayan, your face is so red." Rieman said carelessly, and raised his hand to Yin Huaiyan's face.

Yin Huaiyan dodged for a while, but did not dodge.

"Ah! It's so hot, you must have a fever, walk around, I'll take you to the infirmary."

[Every time Xiaocao sees that brand of strawberry-flavored yogurt in the mall, she always thinks of school uniforms that smell like washing powder.

In her memory, she had leaned against Man Man's arms countless times, and the tip of her nose was filled with such a warm and beautiful breath.

And a kiss of strawberry yogurt. 】

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"Ayan, it's been so many years, I didn't expect you to remain the same." Riemann leaned into Yin Huaiyan's ear and said slowly, word by word.

Yin Huaiyan turned her head, "Isn't the girl who came with you just now your girlfriend?"

She didn't dare to look at Riemann. In fact, when Riemann said that sentence in a crying voice just now, she knew that that person would definitely not be Riemann's girlfriend.

Girlfriend, this word is really familiar and has not been seen for a long time.

Rieman straightened Yin Huaiyan's head, the tip of her nose lightly touched Yin Huaiyan's, her breathing was intertwined, and for a moment she dreamed back to the scene of kissing Yin Huaiyan for the first time many years ago.

A ray of sunlight suddenly came in from the window in the stairwell, and it fell on Yin Huaiyan's long eyelashes, giving off a pale yellow light.

Riemann couldn't help leaving a light kiss on it.

She moved very lightly, but she felt that all her strength was spent.

Yin Huaiyan was still shocked by the sudden kiss, but before she could react, Riemann took a few steps back.

Moreover, Riemann's whole person has become a lot more depressed.

"I'm sorry, I wish you a happy wedding."

"Ayan, goodbye."

Yin Huaiyan just looked at Riemann and said these two sentences as if he had exhausted all his strength, then turned around and prepared to leave without looking back.

"Stop!" Yin Huaiyan yelled subconsciously.

Riemann turned his head, the surprise flashed in his eyes, and soon he was filled with sorrow.

"Ayan, what kind of tricks do you want to play again? You are about to get married, don't torture me anymore, okay?" Riemann tried to endure the pain that was stuck in his throat in an almost begging tone.

Yin Huaiyan had a look of disbelief, "Who told you that I'm getting married?"

Riemann was unsteady, holding on to the handrail of the stairs covered with a layer of dust, and was able to stand still.

"So you're really going to get married." Riemann looked down at the scratched floor tiles, not like asking Yin Huaiyan, but muttering to himself.

The effect of the stomach medicine could no longer be suppressed, and Riemann felt that her stomach, which had just rested, began to churn again, and the pain spread to the heart with the blood, making her unable to breathe.

"Riemann, that's a rumor, I'm not getting married." Yin Huaiyan sighed and explained softly.

Looking at each other, Yin Huaiyan's heart felt sore.

Yin Huaiyan could clearly see the surprise that flashed in Riemann's eyes, the more this happened, the more uncomfortable she felt.

After three years of separation, she thought that Riemann had started a new life.

So she sorted out and published "The Grass", which she had written for a long time, and announced the closure of the pen, just to say a perfect farewell to the once gorgeous youth.

Everything went well, but it was the last stop of the signing, but I didn't expect to meet Riemann here.

Yin Huaiyan didn't know whether it was because of the memory that was triggered suddenly, or because of Riemann's infection.

She doesn't want to go.

"Riemann." Yin Huaiyan tried to say something, but she typed the manuscript, but still couldn't say anything else.

Riemann didn't answer, she continued to look at Yin Huaiyan.

Yin Huaiyan didn't wait until Riemann spoke, feeling uncontrollably lost in his heart.

The person who used to twitter and call himself Ah Yan is not the same after all.

Yin Huaiyan quietly clenched and loosened her hands hanging by her side. The stairwell was eerily quiet except for the sound of the windows being blown by the wind.

She raised her eyes again, but saw Riemann's face turned pale, his lips were slightly pursed, and there were still tiny beads of sweat on his forehead.

Damn it, Riemann must have a stomach problem!

Almost without hesitation, Yin Huaiyan took out two kinds of medicines from the small satchel on his back, tore off the foil of the packaging, and sent them to Riemann.

"Painkiller, you..."

Yin Huaiyan's anxious eyes met Riemann's playful expression, and his mood became a little subtle.

Riemann raised his hand, but the palm was full of dust that had just touched the armrest, dirty.