"I, I'll ask ...... first"

The wound on his back was faintly painful, Zhan Huan approached a few steps, deceived himself, and took a tissue to help Tan Shurun wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

'Zhanhuan in the dream' gave her a 'surprise' as a gift, Tan Shurun's heartbeat was a little unbearable at this time, there was no throbbing, more fear, afraid of the next second, Zhanhuan with gentle eyebrows, but he would suddenly see madness, choke her neck, and strangle her to death.

"Remember that cat?"

"What? Which one? ”

After the words fell, Tan Shurun remembered that Zhan Huan had a Persian cat when he was a child, and his whole body was snow-white, and he was named Snow.

Snow was the only gift given to him by the old man Zhan, and Zhan Huan did his best to raise him, and the degree of pampering was no better than that of Zhan Meng.

Later, Snow was in heat and ran away with the wild cat in the mountains behind the Zhanjia compound, and everyone in the compound thought that it was the food of the wild wolves in the back mountain, but in the end, Snow ran home when she was pregnant, which solved a cold case.

On the night Snow returned home, the entire Zhanjia compound was disturbed by the call of wild cats in the back mountains.

The next day, Tan Shurun learned that Zhan Huan, who was not very old at that time, led the bodyguards of the Zhan family to kill all the cats in the back mountain, as well as Snow.

……

Tan Shurun was stunned, when Snow found it, she thought that there would be more kittens like Snow to accompany him in the future, and she was very happy for Zhanhuan.

Looking at Tan Shurun's increasingly pale face, Zhan Huan squinted his eyes and laughed, "It seems that I remember." ”

Tan Shurun swallowed his saliva and said nervously: "So what? ”

Zhan Huan laughed, Tan Shurun was horrified by his laughter, paused, and after his mood eased for a long time, he continued to ask: "No matter what you want to do, you answer me first, where is Yue Yue?" ”

She believed that the stupid big man would not leave her casually, and she was more worried that because of the intimate scene between Zhan Meng and Yue Yue in the rain, Zhan Huan would do something unimaginable to retaliate.

"When you're ready, I'll let you see him, but not now."

As he spoke, Zhan Huan got up and approached the bed, adjusting the infusion needle on the back of Tan Shurun's hand.

Tan Shurun stared at Zhan Huan's gentle movements, looked at it for a long time, looked at it, and fell into memories uncontrollably.

……

Tan Shurun remembered that when Zhan Huan had not become a stranger with her unilaterally, there was a time when she caught a cold and was as hot as a hot stove, at that time she thought she was dead, thinking that it would be good if she could eat ice cream before she died.

As a result, that night, Zhan Huan came home from school, disobeyed the order of Mrs. Anti-Japanese War, sneaked into her room from the balcony, and took out a large box of ice cream from her schoolbag under Tan Shurun's surprised gaze.

"It's not cool enough outside! Shurun, come, eat some ice, your high fever will come down soon. ”

"Really, really?"

At that time, she was skeptical, eating ice cream to cool down? And such an operation?

Looking at Zhan Huan's expectant eyes, and the greedy worms in his stomach screaming wildly, Tan Shurun took the ice cream and ate a big bite.

Maybe it's really useful, in the second half of the night, she really didn't burn.

Instead, Zhan Huan held her hand and became hot.

……

Seeing Tan Shurun staring at his hand in a daze, Zhan Huan didn't know why, and asked, "My hand, is there something?" ”

“……”

Tan Shurun's attention was pulled back, she glanced at Zhanhuan, who was looking down on her condescendingly, and suddenly realized that this was not in her dream, and the man in front of her was not the 'Zhanhuan in her dreams', but the real Zhanhuan.

Tan Shurun directly pressed down the memories in his mind, and turned his gaze to the small window on the right.

Heavy curtains cut off the darkness of the room from the view outside the window, and the linen curtains were delicately embroidered with small white bellflowers, swaying in the breeze.

The room suddenly quieted down, Tan Shurun was more and more worried about the situation, but Zhan Huan didn't say it, he was irritable, and he was stared at by Zhan Huan uncomfortable, Tan Shurun was eager to find something to talk about, so he had nothing to say to Zhan Huan, and said with a dry smile: "Platycodon flower, it's beautiful, isn't it?" ”

Zhan Huan was led to the window by Tan Shurun's words, he followed Tan Shurun's line of sight to look at the small flowers on the curtain, it was indeed a small white bellflower, the embroidery craftsmanship was very good, the wind and the small bellflower were vivid.

After a quick glance, it is very much like being in the sea of flowers all over the mountains, the fragrance of flowers is bursting, the sea of flowers is continuous into waves, undulating, and like a hard barrier, isolating the sound of the wind from the outside, leaving a full room of comfort and quiet.

"You like Kikyo?"

Zhan Huan's sudden question made Tan Shurun fall into an endless daze, do you like it?

It's such a strange question, and fools know that if they don't like it, how can they bother to study how to take care of it?

Tan Shurun remembered that the bellflower garden she planted in the Zhan family was a beautiful scene in the Zhan family's compound.

The living ones are better than the dead things on the curtains, and in her hands, each one is a treasure that she has pampered with her own hands.

But do you really like it? Before she knew that Zhan Huan liked Kikyo, she didn't even have an impression of what Kikyo looked like......

"I don't like it." Tan Shurun paused, felt puzzled, and added in disgust: "Of all the flowers in the world, I hate bellflower the most." ”

When the words fell, Tan Shurun turned his head, looked at Zhan Huan, and asked very seriously: "Zhan Huan, why do you like bellflower bellflower flowers?" ”

This question is also because at this time, she was chased by those unforgettable memories of the past for no reason, and she remembered that Zhan Huan liked bellflower for a while, but she never asked Zhan Huan why he liked it.

Pain is nothing when faced head-on.

Tan Shurun thought like this, stared at Zhan Huan, and asked again very seriously.

"Zhanhuan, why the hell do you like bellflower flowers?"

Zhan Huan didn't answer the rhetorical question, "When did I say that I like bellflowers?" ”

Tan Shurun was stunned, she had thought of many, many answers to this question, but she never thought that she would get such an answer from Zhan Huan.

So? Was she misremembering from the start?

Or is Zhan Huan's words just a prevarication that he chose to disdain to tell her the reason?

Tan Shurun's embarrassment came to his heart, and he suddenly smiled, and said, "I thought you liked it." ”

After a long silence, Tan Shurun retracted his gaze and was silent.

Zhan Huan frowned slightly, stared awe-inspiringly, straightened his back, and moved his steps back two or three steps, what do you think? Thought? ”

He asked rhetorically: "Tan Shurun, the word 'think' represents your thoughts, not mine." ”

Tan Shurun was a little forced by Zhan Huan's lesson, but what Zhan Huan said didn't seem to be wrong, I thought, so it was just what she thought?

Zhan Huan put his hands around his chest, and looked at Tan Shurun casually, his extremely beautiful eyes dyed with a trace of unknown emotion: "I thought you liked the man called Yue Yue, what about you, do you really like it?" ”

Tan Shurun was stunned, and watched Zhan Huan suddenly increase his tone, and asked in a cold voice.

"What about you, I thought you liked him, so, do you like him?"

“…… I, I ......"

Talking about books, she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, she had already packed up her mood when she looked at Zhanhuan, and the indifferent gaze she cast seemed to be see-through, almost seeing her from the inside out, and even her entire soul thoroughly.

"Zhan Huan, I thought ......" Tan Shurun's heart was pounding, staring greedily at Zhan Huan's eyes, these eyes were once the only warmth she couldn't bear in her lonely life, was the moon she looked up to like a paranoid in the muddy abyss.

Tan Shu pursed his lips, smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically: "I thought you liked me, so what, do you like me?" ”

With a similar sentence structure, Zhan Huan was blocked by Tan Shurun's question, he didn't expect that she would answer his question in such a way, and he was stunned for a while.

It's a funny scene, talking about books and sighing quietly, and sighing helplessly, "The game of chewing words is not fun, I lost." ”

"I won't ask this kind of over-distance question in the future." Tan Shurun retracted his gaze, looked up at the ceiling, and said weakly: "It's just, can you tell me, what is the situation with Yueyue?" Needless to say, just say if he is free of life. ”

Zhan Huan held the iron railing at the end of the bed, the railing was cold and clinging to the flesh, bringing a chill to the bone, and she didn't say whether she would not ask again in the future, whether it was 'like Kikyo or not' or 'like her'.

In fact, no matter which one it is, his answer is no.

However, when Tan Shurun said that she would never ask again, he felt a strange sense of loss.

He's probably crazy.

Zhan Huan's palm was strong, he stood up straight suddenly, and sneered: "You have blocked the bullet for him, how can he be bad." ”

……