Yi Xianchen stuffed Tang Yan into the passenger seat of the Cadillac and roughly buckled his seat belt. Aunt Zhao had no choice but to follow into the back seat.

Under Aunt Zhao's scolding, Yi Xianchen drove the car all the way to the hospital in the city.

Tang Yan was already tired of crying, and closed her eyes and let Yi Xianchen carry her into the treatment room.

The doctor removed the barbs that remained on her skin and said before applying iodophor to disinfect it, "It hurts a little, bear with it." ”

Tang Yan opened a pair of empty eyes, didn't cry out in pain, and didn't even frown.

Yi Xianchen's eyes were cold and terrifying.

He was so angry by Tang Yan's words "Who are you to me" and "It's better to die" that his chest hurt. But standing beside the hospital bed, looking at the dense sharp wounds on Tang Yan's body, he was angry again, and he could only bear it by himself.

Coming out of the hospital, Yi Xianchen sent Tang Yan and Aunt Zhao home.

The car stopped at the entrance of the alley, still carrying Tang Yan into the house.

Tang Yan didn't struggle, she didn't speak, and when she was held, her hands naturally drooped, as if she was a lifeless humanoid doll.

Yi Xianchen was very familiar with the Tang family, so he carried the person into the bedroom and put him on the bed lightly.

When he reached out to pull the quilt, he saw the kitten doll placed next to the pillow, and his movements paused.

That was the year he first came to Tang's house, and he used the pocket money he saved to buy a birthday gift for Tang Yan, when he was eight years old and Tang Yan was only six years old.

In the past ten years, the doll has become very old, the original black has turned gray-white, and there are traces of sewing in several places.

Yi Xianchen's chest was panicked by something.

"Ayan." His voice was low, and he wasn't so fierce.

Tang Yan closed her eyes, turned over, and turned her face to the wall, leaving him with only a handsome and lonely back.

Yi Xianchen was silent for a long time, and after covering the quilt for her, he gently closed the door.

Aunt Zhao stood at the door, glaring at him angrily.

"Come down, I have something to say to you!"

Aunt Zhao was very dissatisfied with Yi Xianchen, and stood in the backyard and scolded people from head to toe.

Yi Xianchen didn't refute a word, and let her scold her.

After Aunt Zhao finished venting, her anger disappeared, and finally she took a deep breath and said to Yi Xianchen: "Even if you look at Ayan pitiful, you shouldn't treat her like that!" ”

Yi Xianchen raised his eyes, and his expression was momentarily painful.

Aunt Zhao ignored it and left directly.

went to the kitchen to cook and came over to ask Tang Yan to get up and eat, but he didn't expect Yi Xianchen to sit under the porch and not leave yet.

A twenty-five-year-old man should be the most high-spirited time, but Yi Xianchen at this time is a little decadent.

He still sits on the eaves of the porch like when he was a child, with his palms propped up behind him, and his legs hanging in the air.

The difference is that there is a half-lit cigarette between his left fingers, and the former thin and dry child has put on a white shirt and black trousers, and has grown into a man who has to carry things.

After all, she has been taking care of her own hands for ten years, Aunt Zhao's heart softened, and she said awkwardly: "What are you doing, who are you doing this?" ”

Yi Xianchen turned his head and said in a dumb voice: "I have never felt sorry for Ayan. To be pitiful, she also has pity on me. ”

Yi Xianchen's mother was unmarried and pregnant. Before he was eight years old, he lived with his mother in a dirty alley. Later, his father came to him, but was severely hindered by the Yi family, and in a fit of anger, he took his mother to die of martyrdom. Yi Xianchen became an orphan and was thrown to the Tang family by Mrs. Yi.

Tang Yan and Yi Xianchen, two children without parents, have spent ten long years together.

Aunt Zhao's eyes turned red, and she walked over and pushed Yi Xianchen, "You kid." Get up and eat, and I'll go and call Ayan down. ”

The old house is not soundproof, and Tang Yan's sense of hearing is sharper than ordinary people, and she can hear everything downstairs clearly.

"Awake?" Aunt Zhao saw that Tang Yan's eyes were open, sat down on the edge of the bed, sighed softly, and said, "Don't be angry with him, it's not that I don't know his bullish temper, I've been like this since I was a child." He's worried about you, too. How many times have you quarreled before, and in the end, he didn't let you. Ah, don't be on your own. ”

Tang Yan didn't say anything, but shouted softly, "Aunt Zhao." ”

She had a cold wind blowing in the mountains, her lips were chapped, and her eyes were hollow. Lying in a room full of old objects, the whole person was enveloped by a cold fragility.

Aunt Zhao still wanted to persuade her, but the doorbell rang first. She leaned halfway out of the windowsill and looked suspiciously at the courtyard door.

"Ah, why is Mrs. Yi here?"

Tang Yan was a little surprised, propped herself up and changed her clothes, and when she went downstairs, Yi Xianchen was gone.

He's gone.

Obviously, Mrs. Yi didn't know that Yi Xianchen had come, and she didn't know why Tang Yan didn't say goodbye to the Yi family. With a stiff face, he originally came to Xingshi to ask for guilt.

But after seeing the band-aid on Tang Yan's face and the gauze on her calf, her expression eased slightly.

"Ah Yuan, how did you get like this?" Mrs. Yi asked.

"I fell on my own." Tang Yan said.

She didn't say a word about Yi Xianchen and the woman in his room.

Mrs. Yi looked at her for a while, took her hand, and said, "It's just right, I'm here to take you to the hospital." ”

"I've seen it, I just came back-"

"It's fine." Tang Yan cut off Aunt Zhao's words, and pulled the corners of her mouth at Old Mrs. Yi, "Then let's go again." ”

She probably guessed that Mrs. Yi was going to take her to see her eyes, and she had to use the hospital's checklist to evaluate whether she was suitable to be the granddaughter-in-law of the Yi family.

Mrs. Yi felt sorry for the dead Grandpa Tang, and explained to Tang Yan that today's doctor is a world-renowned ophthalmologist, and he usually doesn't sit in China at all. This time, I also asked someone to temporarily plug in the number.

"Well, thank you, grandma."

Tang Yan sat in the carriage stiffly, and when the car drove out of the alley, it was a little bumpy, but her heart was very calm.

She thought that she should bring out the marriage certificate.

Later, you can call Yi Xianchen and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to divorce the marriage.