"The second bedroom is just the second bedroom."
Ma Xueyan picked up the black tea on the side and took a sip of water to moisten her throat without taking it seriously.
"Anyway, as long as you have money, it's fine. Why should I care so much? My married daughter throws away the water. I'd be stupid if I didn't get some money from her!"
“…”
The other three people shook their heads and laughed.
Ma Xueyan was really good to Yan Nian before, but it was only after Yan Yuming passed away that her appearance changed.
No one saw the people playing mahjong downstairs. The little woman leaning on the corner upstairs listened to their conversation quietly, staring at the uppers of her shoes with lowered eyebrows, her eyes red, a drop of crystal clear. The tears fell down and landed on the toes of her shoes.
She raised her hand, quickly wiped away her tears, sniffed, and then went straight into a room.
That was the room where her father Yan Yuming lived.
Yan Nian locked the door, lay down on the empty bed in a "big font" shape, and buried his face in the pillow...
Soon the pillow was soaked in large areas.
Dad, I miss you so much.
really miss you.
She said silently over and over again in her heart, suddenly feeling that she had no strength at all, she just wanted to hide in her father's room all the time, never come out for the rest of her life, and be the carefree little girl she used to be.
Once upon a time, she was also a little girl that her parents held in their hands and cared for.
Ma Xueyan was very kind to her. Yan Yuming would buy her a nice tutu skirt, teach her how to play chess, and find a tutor for her to tutor her when she didn't study well.
Yan Yuming is the person who loves her the most in the world.
Now that Yan Yuming is gone, the person who loves her has become Jiang Beiyuan.
Jiangbeiyuan.
She only has Jiang Beiyuan who loves her.
Yan Nian shook his head.
She wanted to forget the name for a while, relax her mind, and just think about her father.
It would be great if Yan Yuming was still alive.
The past was a wonderful time and one to be grateful for.
But there is no going back.
Yan Nian fell asleep lying on his stomach...
She couldn't breathe and was suffocated.
Only then did he realize that his head had been buried under the pillow.
The unfamiliar ceiling around her made her feel dazed for a moment.
Oh yes.
I am at my parents' house.
She had just had a vague nightmare, dreaming that someone was trying to kill her, but she couldn't see the person's face clearly and could only run away desperately.
Fortunately it is a dream.
Suddenly she realized that now she was completely dependent on Jiang Beiyuan.
Without that embrace, it would be impossible to sleep peacefully.
Yan Nian lay on the bed for a while, then got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
The mirror reflected a face without makeup, with delicate and small features, fair skin, and watery almond eyes with clear black and white, but the eyes were a little red and swollen, like two ripe walnut kernels.
Yan Nian casually wiped the water droplets on his face with his sleeve, not wanting to go downstairs to face Ma Xueyan. He had nothing to do, so he thought about sorting out the relics left by Yan Yuming during his lifetime.
Half of the things in this room belong to Yan Yuming, and half belong to her.
There is a black cardboard box under the bed, covered with a thick layer of dust, carrying the smell of years of dust.
Yan Nian took out the box, wiped it clean, and then opened it.
Good guy.
Inside are all things she collected when she was in middle school.
An old MP5, half-eaten chewing gum, arithmetic test books, expired towels, many shiny candy wrappers, and a bunch of messy things.
She flipped through it casually and found that there were many things that she couldn't remember why they were put in this box in the first place.
At the beginning of her second year of junior high school, she moved to a new school.
After many years, she had forgotten many memories, but she remembered the moving day particularly clearly.
It was raining lightly that day and the weather was gray. Yan Yuming drove a private car and sat in front with Ma Xueyan. The two of them were talking and laughing.
She sat alone in the back seat of the car, holding her chin in one hand, silently staring at the raindrops sliding down the window glass.
It wasn't until Yan Yuming turned around to look at her and asked her why she was crying that she realized that she was actually crying.
hehe.
She shed tears without even noticing.
As a client, Naihe didn't know why she was crying.
She just felt empty somewhere in her heart, as if she was waiting for someone, a very important person.
But nothing comes to mind.
The feeling of emptiness lasted for a long time.
Later, after she moved to a new school, the new school and classmates attracted her, and the empty feeling in her heart gradually disappeared.
Yan Nian retracted her thoughts and was about to close the lid of the box when a piece of candy wrapper caught her eye under the reflection of light.
It was an almost transparent purple candy wrapper.
There were several big characters written on it with a blue pen.
The ink color has become lighter, but you can still distinguish the firmness and determination at the end of the arc...
"Jiang Ting's words will never be separated."
Yan Nian looked at these words in shock.
I just feel cold and stiff all over...
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(End of chapter)