Yan Qing's mind was withdrawn from his memories, and he put the painting back on the table and walked out of the room.

Standing at the door of the room, she suddenly remembered the time she had in Haicheng before, and asked Yan Xiuwen if he liked her, but he denied it.

But he always mentioned it again and again, find a place where no one knows each other, and the two of them are together without separation.

He is still like that, what he thinks in his heart, he never says it, he always has to be guessed, but she has guessed for so many years, and maybe she has never guessed it once.

It's too late, everything she once wanted to have, but now she doesn't want it anymore, there's no point.

The door was heavily closed, and the room was full of memories, as well as those thoughts that were hidden by Yan Xiuwen, at this moment, she was isolated behind her.

In the room behind him, what he wanted when he was seventeen or eighteen years old has become a thing of the past, and there is no need to mention it again.

Unlike the room full of memories, the other room was obviously unoccupied, with only a bed and a desk, and it was extremely empty.

Listening to Yan Tingzhou, this is the house that Old Man Yan prepared for Yan Xiuwen back then, or the old lady personally picked it.

Regarding Yan Xiuwen, Yan Qing can guess some, the old lady should not know his true identity, and the old man and Yan Tingzhou should know.

It is said that Yan Xiuwen was brought back by the old man when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and at that time, Yan Tingzhou was already starting a business, and he took good care of this younger brother who suddenly appeared.

The old lady didn't ask too much about Yan Xiuwen's identity, she always believed that her husband would not do anything sorry for her, and treated Yan Xiuwen as her own son.

Everyone else thinks that Yan Xiuwen is the affair of Old Man Yan outside.

Yan Qing guessed that Yan Xiuwen should have some deeper relationship with the Yan family, this kind of relationship is not like relatives, because she can feel from Yan Tingzhou's relationship with the two Yan Xiuwen that Yan Tingzhou has a lot of respect for this Yan Xiuwen she is familiar with.

She suddenly wondered, that body had been occupied by Yan Xiuwen, where did the original consciousness go, was he always in that body, lost control, and could only watch his body being controlled and possessed by another person?

Yan Qing's emotions were suddenly a little complicated.

That night, she had a dream about many things that had happened before.

Yan Xiuwen was not surnamed Yan at first, and he heard from his neighbors that his parents were arrested during the turmoil, and he grew up eating hundreds of family meals, among them, Yan's parents took special care of him, and Yan Qing's relationship with him was extremely close since he was a child.

So before the premonition of the accident, her parents entrusted her to Yan Xiuwen.

Since then, she and Yan Xiuwen have relied on each other, and those neighbors have taken good care of them, and they have grown up a little bit, perhaps because they think that the men are handsome and the women are delicate, and they are very right, and they will start to ridicule.

Every time he faced those ridicules, Yan Xiuwen always stated over and over again with a straight face, saying that she was still a child and just took care of her like a sister.

Only Yan Qing himself, every time he faced those ridicules, he blushed, and his heart beat wildly.

She likes Yan Xiuwen, she likes it since she was very young, and when her peers around her are happy because of a doll, a candy, and a beautiful little dress all day, she sits in the small courtyard every day, quietly watching Yan Xiuwen in the house.

He looked down at the writing very good-looking, and often looked at it, even in the afternoon, and she followed it all afternoon.

Yan Xiuwen sometimes found her peeking and smiling when she looked up.

Later, he built a swing in the small courtyard, and Yan Qing sat on the swing every day, watching Yan Xiuwen, waiting for him to go home.

The swing is exactly the same as the swing in the courtyard of the Yan family's old house.

was going to recite on stage that day, she was backstage, quietly looking outside, and never saw Yan Xiuwen coming, but he obviously promised that he would come.

She dressed up for a long time, and wanted to tell Yan Xiuwen that she was no longer a child and didn't want to be his sister.

I like him, it's the kind of like that wants to marry him and hide him privately.

But when she stood in the lecture hall, the crowd of crows in the audience was dark and gloomy, and she could feel that many people were looking at her, but it was too dark, she couldn't see the appearance of those people clearly, she could only feel that there were still people taking pictures, and at that moment the flash was very bright, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.

In the evening, the clouds were thick and the rain was falling heavily, and she waited outside, but she didn't wait for the person who promised to pick her up last night.

Seeing her classmates being picked up by family and friends one by one, only she was lonely, she suddenly felt sour, her eyes were red, and she couldn't help crying, and everyone around her looked at her.

The rain poured down on her, and she was in a dilemma, when someone approached behind her, and an umbrella was propped up above her.

She turned her head to look, her vision wet with tears, blurry, and she tried to open them, but all she could see was a mole in the corner of the other person's eye.

That was the first time she saw Du Fengqing.

When I woke up, it was already early the next morning.

As soon as Yan Qing woke up, the door of the house opened, she got up and walked out of the room, and Yan Xiuwen, who had just stayed up all night, came back, with a tired body and a bag of breakfast in his hand.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up between changing his shoes, Yan Qing, who had just woken up, still had a little confused eyes, and his long hair was a little messy, as if he was waiting for him to go home.

He had imagined such a picture countless times, but he did not expect such a day to come so quickly.

Yan Xiuwen put the food on the table, "Are you hungry?" ”

Yan Qing bowed, "There are some." ”

"Brush your teeth and wash your face first." As he spoke, he walked to the locker in the living room, and found a set of mouthwash cups and toothbrushes, including towels.

Yan Qing didn't speak, thanked him, and walked to the bathroom.

In fact, when she came yesterday, she found that there seemed to be only one person living in this house, but whether it was slippers or water glasses, there were double portions.

One had signs of wear and tear and was used, while the other was brand new, apparently prepared by Yan Xiuwen.

Watching people go to the bathroom, Yan Xiuwen's eyes couldn't take his eyes off her for a long time, no one knew that from the first day he lived in this house, he was looking forward to his Qingqing being able to live in.

They would eat together in this house, snuggle up on the couch and read together in their spare time, just like she used to, she would sit there and watch herself.

Only this time, he didn't want to think of her as a sister again.

In the bathroom, Yan Qinggang wiped her face and was about to hang up the towel, but Yan Xiuwen suddenly appeared behind her, leaning on her back with her broad shoulders, one arm wrapped around her, and hung up the towel.

"Have you been to the room?" The room where all his thoughts were hidden.

His lips were attached to Yan Qing's ears, his breath was sprayed, slightly hot and crispy, and Yan Qing's body was slightly stiff, and he even forgot to avoid it.

Yan Xiuwen's hand slowly covered her eyes, feeling her trembling eyelashes fanning in the palm of her hand, and her voice was low and deep, "Cup, toothbrush, towel. Slippers, all for you. ”

His voice was low, as if he was demagoguery.

"Aqing, stay, stay with me."

(End of chapter)