A serious and confident man is very attractive.

A serious and confident man, and a particularly handsome man, such a charm is fatal to any woman.

In particular, this serious, confident, and very handsome man with a particularly good voice is still an infatuated person who has had a crush on her for more than ten years.

At that moment, Qiao An seemed to think that she had a delusion, mistakenly thinking that Lu Yan was confessing to her domineeringly, telling him: You must belong to me, and no one else has a chance.

At this moment, her heart seemed to jump out of her chest, inexplicably flustered, Joan felt that her breathing was a little dry, and she even clearly felt that the tips of her ears began to burn.

The plan she had just thought of but hadn't had time to execute seemed to collapse at this moment.

"Joan, Joan, what's wrong with you?

Lu Yan's worried voice brought back Qiao An's senses, and when she came back to her senses and saw Lu Yan's handsome and soft face clearly, she realized that she had unconsciously covered her chest just now.

"Oh, nothing. ”

"Really?" Lu Yan was obviously not at ease, and asked with concern, "Your face doesn't look very good." ”

"Sleep deprivation, no big deal. ”

Lu Yan nodded, his eyes were full of distress, but he asked cautiously: "Those remarks on the Internet have almost dispersed, don't take it to heart." ”

Qiao An was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Those things can't affect me." ”

Joan suddenly stood up, propped herself up on the fence, looked at the bright lights under her feet, and said, "I know that many people care about other people's opinions, but I won't. I know what kind of person I am, and my friends know what kind of person I am, and that's enough, and I don't have to care so much about other people's evaluations. ”

The only thing that can affect me is the thoughts of people I care about - for example, Qiao Ze, who said she was a burden in the first place.

"On Weibo, there are some strangers, they don't know the truth at all, and even if they do, I don't rely on their opinions to live. If you keep scrolling through Weibo, you will feel that Weibo is your whole world, but once you don't brush it, you will find that Weibo is just a Weibo, whether it is life, the world, or yourself, it has not changed. ”

Lu Yan also stood up and stood beside Qiao An, the brilliant lights as far as his eyes could see were not as dazzling as the person in front of him. She said it freely, but after all the dust had settled, staying alone on the rooftop with sad eyes was enough to prove that she was not as relieved as she appeared.

Qiao An seemed to see through Lu Yan's thoughts, turned around, picked up the white bellflower flowers, and said while tearing the petals down one by one: "Today is my mother's death day." ”

Lu Yan was stunned, he didn't expect that it would be such a reason.

"Your mother, she...... Do you like bellflower flowers?"

"Well, it's beautiful, isn't ......it? It's wonderful, two sides of complete opposites, one is eternal love, and the other is hopeless love. ”

Joan flipped her hands, her eyes were a little hollow, and her action of tearing the petals was a bit mechanical, like a soulless shell.

According to the clues published on the Internet and excavated, Lu Yan can probably piece together the past of Qiao An's parents, looking at Qiao An like this, his heart is very distressed.

The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and gain really can't.

Joan, who is as good as this, is like this......

A crystal teardrop, drawn down Joan's face, landed on the back of her hand, which was tearing the petals, and then, another drop, another drop......

"JoAnn ......"

Qiao An turned her head blankly, looking for the source of this gentle and distressed voice through her somewhat hazy vision, and then her nose was sore, and tears fell like beads with broken threads, and she threw herself directly into Lu Yan's arms, crying loudly.

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At first, Lu Yan was a little confused, and then he came back to his senses, and in the hot evening breeze, he gently hugged her, patted her back gently, and didn't say anything, just kept the same posture motionless.

Until Joan vented all the pent-up sadness in her heart, and then left from his embrace, sniffing and taking a few deep breaths to calm her mood.

The position on his chest was blown by the wind with a cool feeling, and the empty embrace made Lu Yan very reluctant.

“…… Thank you. Joan pursed her lips, her voice a little hoarse.

"No, no," Lu Yan was a little nervous again, and his speech was not very neat, "Yes, I want to thank you for your trust." ”

Joan's eyes were red, and she smiled reluctantly, but did not speak.

"For example, if you want someone to talk to, I, I can do it at any time!" Lu Yan swore an oath, but when he saw Qiao An stunned, he realized that for Qiao An, there are many people who can be trusted to talk to him, and there are so many people in front of him, who will be his turn? Just now, it should have been an accident, which happened to make him bump into her fragile side.

“…… Good"

Just when Lu Yan was annoyed that he was too enthusiastic and made the other party feel uncomfortable, Qiao An responded lightly.

Lu Yan's mood became clear again. It's just that at this time, he doesn't know what to say.

It was Joan who spoke first, breaking the embarrassment: "I'm going home." Do you want to be together?"

"Yes, yes!"

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went home together, ate dinner prepared by Aunt Wei together, and chatted together on the balcony after the meal, until half past nine, when Lu Yan said goodbye and went back to the 37th floor.

The night on the Bund was still bright and beautiful, and Joan did not continue to stay on the balcony, but went back to her room and lay down on the bed. After a total of three hours of rest in two days, and another burst of tears, she was exhausted. Closing her eyes, she thought she would fall asleep soon, but she didn't.

Her closed eyes opened again, she sat up, reached out, picked up the photo on the bedside table, rubbed the woman in the photo who was smiling softly, and muttered, "Mom, I'm sorry today...... I didn't come to see you...... I miss you so much, I miss you so much......"

His eyes were sore, and his vision began to blur again.

In the huge house, apart from her, there was only one Aunt Wei, probably because Qiao An entered the room to rest, and Aunt Wei didn't make any more noise, and was quiet.

Joan suddenly felt lonely like never before.

Lu Yan's appearance appeared in his mind again, Qiao An's brows furrowed slightly, and then he said to the mother in the photo: "Mom, when Lu Yan called my name today, that feeling was like...... It's like the day you left, you reached out to me and called my name for the last time...... Me, I don't know why it's ......"

Qiao An put her right hand in front of her and looked at the delicate tail ring on her little thumb: "Mom, Aunt Yue said, you have taught me so many things, but you have not taught me what is like and what is love...... Should I give it a try?"