She didn't want Qin Jian to see her weak side, so she had nothing to say, "My shoes are off." ”

Qin Jian put An Yin on the motorcycle, took a piece of plastic sheeting, put it on An Yin's head, and stroked her cheeks with cold fingers, "Wait for me, soon."

An Yin was slightly stunned, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, but fortunately, it was already dark at this time, and the rain was heavy, and the tears just gushed out, and they were washed away by the rain, and they would not be seen by him.

Watching Qin Jian walk away, enduring the pain in his feet, holding the head of the car, and lighting the fire.

I just want to get away from him as soon as possible, lest my hard-won determination be shaken again.

However, the car was wet, and she couldn't burn it with all her might.

"The spark plug cap is wet."

Qin Jian's voice came from behind him.

An Yin's body stiffened and turned around.

Qin Jian stood behind her, looking at her with a smile.

An Yin's face turned red.

He took a deep breath and jumped off the motorcycle.

The worn soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and he gasped in pain.

An Yin forced herself not to look at Qin Jian's clear and handsome face.

Qin Jian sighed, stepped forward and bent down to pick her up.

An Yin struggled hard, but soon found that no matter how much she struggled, it was in vain, and the hand around her waist held her firmly in front of him, and she couldn't break free at all.

She stopped, no longer struggling pointlessly.

His chest was clinging to her arm, hot in the cold rain, and An Yin's body froze.

He pressed his cheek to her ear and whispered, "Want to run away again?" ”

"Nope." An Yin was killed and did not admit it.

"I didn't treat you well, you don't need to run away in a hurry."

"They all said I didn't escape."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Anyin broke up with him, alone in the small apartment, intellectually telling herself that he was no longer in front of her, right, what she wanted.

But she was aggrieved in her heart.

When she was four years old, she thought she would freeze in the snow.

It was he who picked her up and kept her alive.

He gave her warmth.

She subconsciously acquiesced to his existence.

Default quickly becomes a habit, and habit becomes dependency.

It's just that before, she didn't notice it.

After separating from him, his non-appearance made her taste lonely.

knew that this was the inevitable result of the breakup, but the huge gap still made her feel at a loss.

An Yin hates to rely on himself.

"You let me down, I'm going back."

"The car broke down, how do you go back?"

"It's none of your business."

"You forget, I am your mentor, and everything about you is related to me."

"If I say it's okay, it's okay."

"It looks like I'm really angry."

With a smile in his eyes, he turned her face away, wiped the rain from her face, and examined her eyes.

An Yin pushed his hand away.

"What do you want me to do before I can get angry?"

"I'm not angry, I just want to go back ......"

"Here we are." Qin Jian put An Yin down.

An Yin turned her head, and in front of her was a low earthen house.

Grandpa Shen opened the door, "The family is simple, don't dislike it, girl." ”

When he got here, An Yin couldn't argue anymore to leave, so he had to enter the door hard.

Qin Jian followed her into the house.

Grandpa Shen saw that although An Yin's clothes were soaked, he could still see that the clothes were made of excellent materials, even if it was a rich lady, he looked at his dilapidated thatched hut and was a little uneasy, "This place is too dilapidated, but it will rain more tonight, and the girl will be a little ......."