happy seven years

Without further ado, Luo Ran rummaged through the box to find the burn ointment.

After Riemann took it, he read the instructions carefully, found a pack of cotton swabs and disinfectant wipes from his satchel, and handed them to Yin Huaiyan.

"Hurry up and wipe it, lest others misunderstand that I am bullying you."

Riemann was not too polite, and before Yin Huaiyan could react, he threw a few things on the table.

In the already silent office, such a slap sounded particularly ear-piercing.

"Thank you." Yin Huaiyan said with a dark and hoarse voice.

Riemann almost lost control, and wanted to rush forward, squatting in front of Yin Huaiyan.

Just like how Yin Huaiyan was injured countless times, spread out her palm, blow it gently, wipe the wet tissue once, then dip a cotton swab with ointment, spread it slowly, and spread it evenly on the wound.

Due to years of habit, Riemann had to force himself to divert his attention, picked up the glass of iced Americano just now, and took one sip after another.

Yin Huaiyan seemed to sigh.

She wanted to say that she was fine, but Riemann's duplicity was also tormenting Yin Huaiyan's heart.

Whoever leaves first is guilty.

This is why she avoided seeing her for three years.

In fact, it's more of an excuse.

There are some people you just have to take another look at, and there is no way to leave cruelly again.

What's more, Riemann is still like this.

Nothing has changed.

Who is willing?

Yin Huaiyan was clumsily operating while recalling the steps Riemann used to help him treat the wound.

But absent-minded people not only move slowly, they can't even apply medicine well.

Riemann drank half a cup of coffee, and looked over again, Yin Huaiyan squeezed out a lot of ointment, and it didn't get on the cotton swab.

Stupid!

Riemann cursed quietly in his heart.

Waiting and watching for a while, Yin Huaiyan is still not in a hurry, and has not dealt with the overflowing ointment.

This can force out Riemann's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"I'll paint it for you." Riemann finally couldn't hold back, walked over and squatted down.

She grabbed the cotton swab rudely, wrapped the spilled medicine outside the ointment tube, then grabbed one of Yin Huaiyan's hands, and placed it flat on her palm.

Actually scalded two blisters.

After all this, Yin Huaiyan remained silent.

Riemann pursed his lips, he really didn't know what life she had lived without her for the past three years.

She held Yin Huaiyan's palm, and her movements were as light as a feather scraping.

Yin Huaiyan's hands were itchy, and she subconsciously shrank back.

Riemann didn't expect such a reaction, and when he got angry, he used more force.

"Hiss—" Yin Huaiyan let out a low cry.

Just such a modal particle almost made Riemann's heart ache again.

"What's the matter with you?" She murmured in a low voice, but the movements of her hands were still much softer.

The ointment has a faint grassy smell, mixed with the sweet fragrance of perfume, which made Riemann frowned.

He even blamed himself for his impulsiveness just now.

If it weren't for the hot water she poured herself, Ah Yan wouldn't have burned her hands red.

While dazed, Yin Huaiyan said, "Thank you."

Riemann raised his head, the distance between the two became closer, breathing intertwined.

She replied grumpily, "You're welcome."

After speaking, he quickly stood up and packed up the used things.

Yin Huaiyan's hands were spread out like this, resting on his legs.

She looked down at the slightly itchy blisters where she had applied the medicine, her vision was blurred for a moment, and tears almost came out of her eyes.

Whether it's when you're young or when you're an adult.

Riemann is always the best Riemann.

But, will she still be her own Riemann?

"Aren't you talking about business?" Riemann hated Yin Huaiyan's silence the most. Even if she was upset, she still found a topic.

Luo Ran waited for the two to throw out the topic, so he quickly took out the manuscript.

"Well, time is running out, let's talk about Wu Wang."

Luo Ran pushed Liman and motioned her to sit down beside Yin Huaiyan first.

While Riemann hesitated, Yin Huaiyan took the initiative to give way to the side.

Riemann had no choice but to sit down.

After all, it was the person next to him who used to be the pillow. The more he restrained himself, the more he couldn't restrain his divergent thinking, and he always wanted to look beside him.

Fortunately, Luo Ran sent the manuscript to Riemann, vacating the place where illustrations need to be added during typesetting.

"May I ask, has the ending of this book come out?"

It was like a chance for myself, a chance to meet Yin Huaiyan's eyes openly and aboveboard.

Riemann turned his head and looked at Yin Huaiyan as generously as possible.

Yin Huaiyan also turned his head slightly, looked at Riemann with misty eyes, and smiled.

"I'm already writing it, and I will try to finalize it as soon as possible."

Riemann tilted his head, "So you have no ending, so how do I draw?"

Anyway, when it comes to work, Riemann has his own bottom line.

Yin Huaiyan approached her and said, "What if I say, as long as it is drawn by you?"

Riemann shook his head subconsciously.

Ah Yan's tone was too deceptive, she had to keep herself awake at all times.

"This author, can you please respect the illustrator?"

Riemann himself didn't notice that when he said this, there was a discontinuity in his voice, and the reddish roots of his ears.

Yin Huaiyan was serious, "I don't know anything about illustrations either, I'm afraid that the opinions I put forward will affect your performance."

Riemann clasped his hands tightly and glanced at Yin Huaiyan.

fraud!When he was learning to paint, Ah Yan's favorite thing to do was to study with himself. Sometimes he was still digesting a certain knowledge point in the fog, and Ah Yan was able to help him analyze it thoroughly.

Now this person says she doesn't understand?

Riemann snorted and said, "What about the basic needs? Don't you mention it? Then, can I draw a few stick figures on it?"

Luo Ran raised his forehead, Riemann is simply...

"Hey, actually, I have a few references for the painting style that I drew up at the beginning. Riemann can take a look first, try to set the tone, and then draw the front part first."

"As for the ending..."

Luo Ran looked at Yin Huaiyan.

"Don't worry, I will write the ending within a week." Yin Huaiyan vowed.

Just now he said as soon as possible, but now he changed his words within a week. Riemann complained that Ah Yan is still the same Ah Yan, and sometimes he is really fickle.

"So are there any other questions?" Luo Ran actually felt that the two of them were too awkward. From just now until now, they didn't even have a basic address for each other.

"Well...some editor Luo. I originally planned to go abroad after the signing session yesterday, so the hotel is only rented until today. But it is the tourist season, and I haven't renewed the reservation, so I have to go back and check out immediately. What a coincidence Coincidentally, the nearby hotels are also fully booked.”

Yin Huaiyan paused at this point, and looked at Luo Ran in embarrassment.

Luo Ranfu went to his heart and instantly understood what she meant.

But for this matter, Riemann needs to let go and nod.

Riemann reacted very quickly this time, she raised her eyebrows and said: "Why? Want her to live in my house? No way."