Zhao Nianqiao's face was flushed, and he couldn't stand up for walking, so he left the brightly lit bar and took a taxi back to his house.

The lights in Zhao Nianqiao's room were dim, the curtains were closed, and a thin layer of dust had precipitated on the table, she hadn't come back for a while, she staggered off her high heels, and walked into her room with her bare feet against the wall. She was slightly drunk.

Every time she drank outside, she would come back here and sit in front of the makeup mirror.

She wiped the mirror with her hand, took off her mask, and looked at herself in the mirror with tears streaming down her face.

"You said you liked this face, you see, I'm back with this face now." Zhao Nianqiao touched his face and cried, then opened the drawer on the table and took out an old photo that seemed to have been taken for many years.

"Look at me, I wish you could hold me like you......

The man in the photo is An Qiao, Qin Anqiao.

Qin Anqiao is the second young master of the Qin family, sunny, free, and handsome to make people jealous, probably because he was too perfect, so he was robbed of his life at such a young age.

"Anqiao, are you doing well in heaven?" Zhao Nianqiao looked at the photo and said to himself.

"I'm An'er, your An'er" Zhao Nianqiao seemed to be talking to the person in the photo, "Do you know? I changed my name, my name is Zhao Nianqiao now, do you like this name? ”

Miss Qiao, miss Qiao, miss Anqiao

"Do you remember the first time we met? You asked me what my name was......" Zhao Nianqiao sat on the ground with the photo and began to tell a story, reminiscing about the past. She had told these stories more than once.

The time is about twenty years ago, when Zhao Nianqiao first saw Qiao An. The winter in City C was very cold, it was snowing, the wind was blowing, and the people on the street walked through the snow on the road and wrapped their coats tighter. At this time of year, Anjo's mother would take Anjo to the orphanage to visit the poor children.

"Mom, you see how cute that sister is the snowman she built." An Qiao was wearing a thick cotton jacket and a yellow knitted hat, her eyes were clean and clear, and she pointed to Zhao An'er's little snowman with her mother's hand.

"You see that little sister's little snowman seems to be still short of a nose, you can help her," Anqiao's mother said as she squatted down and put her hands on Anqiao's shoulders.

"Okay, Mom!" Anjo picked up the small branch on the side of the road and ran over happily.

"Look! That's great! An Qiao stuck a small branch in the face of the little snowman, turned his head and said to Zhao Nianqiao with a smile, An Qiao was really warm when he laughed.

Zhao Nianqiao stood there stupidly, watching An Qiao smirk at himself, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

"It's such a cold day, you see your hands are frozen like this." Anjo said as he took off his warm gloves, "Here, put it on, it's very warm." ”

Zhao Nianqiao looked at the strange and warm boy in front of him blankly, took the little glove, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

"Anjo ~ It's time for us to go"

"Oh, come right away," Ancho replied, Mom

"My name is Anqiao, what's your name?" Anqiao asked anxiously, "My mother is calling me, I have to go"

"I ...... My name is An'er," the girl replied in a slurred voice.

"An'er, we'll see you next time." Anjo waved at him as she ran.

Zhao Nianqiao held the pair of gloves he left tightly in his hand, with a happy smile on his face, this is probably the warmest care in this cold winter!

Zhao Nianqiao's parents died when he was a child, and he had no relatives at home, so no one wanted to raise him, so he was sent to an orphanage, where she has lived for two years. She is an introvert and rarely speaks, and she doesn't have any friends to play with here. Ancho's appearance gradually freed her withdrawn heart.

Anjo would come almost every week to come and see her, to play with her, and to bring her something delicious every time she came. Anjo's mother is also a particularly gentle person. She cares about the children in the orphanage, often giving them daily necessities and buying them some new clothes from time to time. Of course, An'er is no exception in this. But An'er rarely heard Anjo mention his father. It is only known that his father is doing business in other places and rarely comes home. Something unfortunate happened. Anqiao's mother committed suicide by jumping into the river for some reason, and Anqiao was only ten years old at that time. For a long time, he never came to the orphanage again.

"Anqiao, I don't know where you've been, you don't know how sad I am in your absence. I ran to your place to find you. But the people there say you've moved. Zhao Nianqiao sobbed.

Neighbors say that Anjo followed his father to live a good life. His father is the chairman of the Qin family, the family has a lot of money, and there is another woman who came with his father, that is his wife, and they also have a son, who is two years older than An Qiao. They called him Qin Xinghao.

Later, a family surnamed Zhao adopted An'er, and An'er also followed their surname Zhao and her name was Zhao An'er.

When attending a girl's coming-of-age ceremony, she saw the familiar face "Anqiao", although Anqiao was young at that time, she was still handsome, and she wanted to go up to say hello to him. But when she saw him talking and laughing with a girl, she couldn't take a step. She remembered that the girl's name was Yi Mengrong.

Later, the Zhao family and the Yi family did business, and at that time she found out that she was actually a little similar to the girl named Yi Mengrong. Because of this, she slowly came into contact with this girl who finally made him hate.

"Anjo, I still vividly remember the last time I saw you, you slept in that woman's arms. I didn't expect that to be the last time I saw you. I can't even touch your face, and I'll never see you again. Zhao Nianqiao said while crying.

I don't know if it's a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, Anqiao had a car accident on the way to Yi's house, and the driver of the car escaped. When Zhao Nianqiao rushed over, she was already lying in a pool of blood, and the woman was holding him with blood on her hands. He muttered something to her......

"I ran over and hugged you from her hand like crazy, and I kept calling you and calling you, but you weren't happy to come and see me." Zhao Nianqiao gradually calmed down his mind and said slowly, "If only you hadn't gone to her at that time, in this way, you wouldn't have had a car accident and you wouldn't have died." ”