Yan Nian laughed dryly, "Aunt Qiao, you were praising me for being brave two days ago!"
"That was two days ago."
After Qiao Zhen finished speaking, she left. Yan Nian lay on his side, not wanting to move.
She needed to slow down for a while, it was really hurting.
There are footsteps approaching in my ears.
She thought it was Qiao Zhen, so she didn't pay attention.
It was quiet.
It was so quiet that she felt someone standing in front of her, and a black shadow enveloped her, but she was so lazy, tired, and in pain that she didn't want to open her eyes to see.
Until the whole person is hugged.
Yan Nian shuddered suddenly.
The first thing she saw was the familiar man with jet black hair and a handsome face, his head buried deep in the crook of her neck, kneeling on the ground with one knee, patting the back of her head with one hand.
"My wife, be good, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Jiang, Jiangbeiyuan???" Yan Nian was tongue-tied.
"Well, your husband is here."
"What the hell, why are you here??"
She wanted to push him, but he held her tighter and kissed the skin on the back of her neck. There were several obvious needle holes on it, and she felt extremely uncomfortable when she saw it.
He never liked seeing her humor him.
And she still tolerated it silently and without being known by him.
"sorry."
His voice was low and hoarse, and the guilt and self-blame hidden in his heart spread little by little, like ripples on the broken ice, carrying heavy pain and pity.
Yan Nian's nose was sore, "What are you apologizing to me for? Are you drunk?"
"sorry."
He held her tightly and whispered again.
Yan Nian's eyes suddenly turned red.
She understood what he meant, but it wasn't his fault that she came for acupuncture!
"You're not sorry for me. Really, don't say these three words again..."
“…”
Do not say anything.
Hug each other quietly and let time flow.
He hugged her for a while and finally let go, stroking her head with his generous palm.
"Take you somewhere."
“…”
*
Yan Nian didn't expect Jiangbeiyuan to take her to her father's cemetery.
She didn't even expect that her mother's grave would be pulled next to her father's at some point.
Yan Yuming and Han Qingzhu, two couples whose fate was not yet fulfilled during their lifetime, were now like two connected branches, tightly leaning together and entangled to the end.
Yan Nian was completely stunned.
She slowly and slowly looked sideways at Jiang Beiyuan, who touched her face and sighed in her ears.
"I know it all."
“…”
I see.
Yan Nian turned his head, tears streaming down his face.
She covered her mouth and cried for a long time. The crystal tears turned into fragments and fell silently from her eyes.
Jiangbeiyuan did not comfort her.
He knew she was crying.
She also knew that she didn't want him to see her tears.
He let her cry out, and when he saw that her shoulders finally stopped shaking, he took a scarf from the back seat of the car and wrapped it around her neck.
"Want to get out of the car and see our parents?"
Yan Nian's almond-shaped eyes were red and he nodded.
He got out of the car first, then took the initiative to open the door for her, pulled her out, and held her waist.
Yan Nian's eyes were blurred, tears dried and stuck to his face, and he was frozen stiff by the wind.
Her legs were shaking a little. I don't know if it was a sequelae of acupuncture or because she was too excited and nervous.
She stared at the beautiful woman with a beautiful smile on the tombstone.
This is her real mother.
She is a beautiful and gentle woman, without makeup, but her temperament is very elegant. She found that she looked very similar to her mother, with her eyes and mouth similar to Han Qingzhu.
"mom… !"
Yan Nian knelt in front of Han Qingzhu's tombstone, hugging the tombstone and crying like a child.
Her vision was completely white, and she wiped away her tears, which soon flowed out again, endlessly.
Even his fingers were trembling, and he was stroking the woman on the photo, feeling like a knife.
"Mom, I'm sorry... I was the one who hurt you..."
They were all harmed by her.
If it hadn't been for giving birth to her, her mother might still be alive and well now.
I have been dreaming about it at midnight these past few days. I don’t know if there is something on my mind, or maybe I suddenly changed places, so I can’t sleep well. I am always surrounded by nightmares, dreaming about blood, dreaming about car accidents, and dreaming about killing people.
She was exhausted.
Too tired, too tired.
“…”
Jiang Beiyuan suddenly knelt in front of the tombstone like Yan Nian, and glanced at her. His eyes were gentle and firm, his eyes were like stars, and he was as graceful as ever.
"mom."
Jiangbeiyuan spoke and turned his attention to Han Qingzhu on the photo.
"This is our first meeting. Hello, my name is Jiang Beiyuan. I used to be Jiang Ting."
Every word, his voice is thick and deep.
Yan Nian stopped crying and turned his head to look at him blankly.
This man has a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes, which are clear and clear. At this moment, his eyes are filled with unabashed determination and affection.
Jiangbeiyuan continued to speak:
"Whether I am Jiang Ting or Jiang Beiyuan, I will always be good to Nian Nian in this life."
"Please feel free to leave your daughter to me. I am not a gentleman, but I can definitely protect her from being happy and worry-free throughout her life."
"For the rest of her life, she will be with me, and I will protect her until she grows old. If she breaks her vow today, let me—"
"No need to swear!!"
Yan Nian shuddered and quickly covered his mouth.
She didn't want to hear him swear poison, it was too scary and unnecessary.
Jiangbeiyuan kept looking at her, lights and shadows passing by.
Across the deep feelings he wanted to express.
The heart that has never been obscured for more than ten years.
Behind his good intentions, behind his affectionate style.
It's all there, along with her humble contribution.
It just depends on whether she is willing to open her heart and go to the marriage appointment with him.
I understand.
The sky is white with snow, and my parents are my witnesses.
It's like two people in ancient times worshiping and getting married facing heaven and earth. It was the most solemn and sacred moment.
Yan Nian suddenly thought that if people really have past lives and present lives, then she and Jiang Beiyuan must have known each other in the previous life, otherwise how could they be so familiar now, and she would never be able to live without him.
"Do you believe me?"
Jiang Beiyuan pulled down her hand covering his mouth and kissed the back of her hand.
Yan Nian was silent for a long time.
Finally she nodded, threw herself into his arms, and cried loudly.
Jiang Beiyuan protected her head, and the wind above his head whistled past the back of his hand, casting a faint light.
Cry it out and everything will be fine.
…
(End of chapter)