The Sick and Gloomy Bamboo Horse Was Stunned by My Kiss

"If you check it now, you should be able to find it." Jiang Ning said slowly: "About a year and a half ago, there was an exchange student in our school who went to Germany. I asked him to check all the hospitals you might be in."

She shrank into Yan Yixie’s arms, and the two dry bodies struck each other, giving her a long-lost sense of security: "At that time, I thought, if your legs have recovered without being affected by me, I must I will find you all the way..."

Yan Yixie encircled her harder, the force seemed to want to embed her in the body, making Jiang Ning feel a little pain.

But she knew that the young lover had been in despair for too long.

So she didn't struggle, but let him be imprisoned like a beast confirming its territory.

"But nothing was found. At that time, I was depressed for a long time and thought I would never see you again..." Jiang Ning said, feeling a bit complicated: "So a month ago, I saw you again at the Peninsula Hotel. When I did, my first reaction was to catch up."

Yan Yixie felt that her body temperature was firmly trapped in her arms by herself, and she felt a little relieved in her heart.

He said dumbly: "At the time you said, I should have moved to the UK. During that time, my legs had recovered for most of the time, and I did not have frequent operations. I started to take over some of the family's business."

He didn't want to talk about those things about the Yan family, especially at this time, he just wanted to talk to Jiang Ning about the two of them.

Jiang Ning looked sideways at the man who put his jaw on his shoulder, and asked eagerly: "Then what about your legs? Is it completely healed?"

"...Are you caring about me?" Yan Yixie raised his head slightly and looked into Jiang Ning's eyes.

Jiang Ning was startled.

The indifferent mask on Yanyi Xie Jun's face has been taken off, and he has the kind of stubborn look that would only be seen in his youth three years ago. He looked at Jiang Ning with a low tone of imperceptible pleading: "answer me."

"Of course." Jiang Ning said, "I want to know everything about you."

Yan Yixie's red eyes looked at her deeply, as if confirming what she was saying... Confirming that she did not suddenly disappear from his arms, confirming that the warmth in her eyes was true... Only a little bit of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Like a miserable traveler who had traveled for too long, he finally got a glass of water to quench his thirst.

He used a blanket to cover the two people, so that Jiang Ning's body temperature was even more wrapped, all belonged to him, and then he muttered: "There is no major problem anymore. You can see that walking is no different from a normal person. "

Hearing his answer, Jiang Ning didn't feel much relaxed in his heart, he still seemed to be held tightly by a big hand.

She asked softly, "But it hurts on rainy days, doesn't it?"

When she saw him entering the hotel and bending over to change his shoes, her brows wrinkled clearly.

Jiang Ning was a little anxious before he heard the answer from the person in his ear, turned around, wanting to see the look on his face clearly.

Yan Yixie thought she was going to leave, his eyes were fierce, and he circled her arms harder, and buckled her shoulders into his arms fiercely.

Jiang Ning didn't dare to move anymore, and explained in a low voice: "...I just want to change posture."

Yan Yi paused, her tight body relaxed slightly, and the arms that clamped her loosened slightly: "Sorry, did it hurt you?"

Jiang Ning shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Yan Yixie stroked her arm and looked down at her: "The rainy weather is a bit of a problem, but it is not as serious as you think."

Jiang Ning didn't believe it, knowing that it was just comforting, but he was helpless. Now Yan Yixie's legs can stand and walk, and he has recovered 90%, which is much better than the worst result.

She asked again: "Do you believe me now?"

Yan Yixie was silent, then slowly said, "I believe it."

To be honest, he still couldn't fully believe that Jiang Ning really loved him from beginning to end. The abandonment of that year created a huge **** hole in his heart, which made him live in the abyss of darkness for three years. It is not easy for a time to completely repair it.

But he wanted to believe, he wanted to let Jiang Ning into his life again.

In other words, he succumbed to the warmth of this moment.

Jiang Ning looked at his handsome profile and couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you going to check what I said?"

Yan Yixie did decide to check secretly the exchange student Jiang Ning said, but at this time in the atmosphere of reconciliation, saying that this is not appropriate, he said to Jiang Ning: "Whether I check it or not, I believe you. "

Jiang Ning: "A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost, you must check it as soon as you leave the hotel door."

Yan Yixie: "..."

Jiang Ning couldn't help holding his forehead. He didn't know what to say. He secretly complained about Yan Yixie like a very suspicious husband.

But she also knew in her heart that the current Yan Yixie was extremely worried about gains and losses, and had zero sense of security, which was also caused by her own departure three years ago, so she didn't care about it either.

"Why don't you keep talking?" Yan Yixie saw Jiang Ning's silence, thinking she was angry, and feeling a little uneasy. He couldn't help but hug her more desperately, holding her arms like a soldering iron that imprisoned her.

Jiang Ning whispered: "At that time three years ago, I thought that if it was because of me, your legs would never get better, and I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life."

In the past three years, she thought she would never have the opportunity to explain to Yan Yixie again.

Even when she reunited, she was not sure whether one day two people could face to face and bring up the old things again, and all the estrangements would be solved.

Yan Yixie's dark eyelashes trembled lightly, breathing slightly heavy.

Every sentence of Jiang Ning's love is like a charcoal fire in the snow, bit by bit to dispel the cold that has accumulated in his heart over the past three years.

"What did you think at that time?" Jiang Ning asked softly, "I want to know."

Yan Yixie said dumbly: "I didn't believe it at first, I thought you were threatened."

Jiang Ning was full of guilt: "When I said that I was breaking up, I was not threatened by your father."

"Yeah, that's why I don't understand what I did wrong. At school, downstairs of your house, you didn't even look at me for half a month." Yan Yixie said lightly.

He tried his best to describe this in a calm tone, even though it was a nightmare for him during that time.

"Later I thought, maybe it is indeed the cause of my legs, which makes you very tired."

So in the past three years, during the treatment, he had fallen into disrepair and lost his dignity countless times, but he still got up with gritted teeth, no matter how many operations he had done, he didn't say a word. Only because there was a painful fire buried in his heart, he hoped that one day he would return to her and he would no longer look like he was in a wheelchair.

"When we meet again, there will be no Xu Mingyi by your side, and no one else."

"I'm actually very happy."

I have to admit that at that time, his heart was not just hate, but there was already a trace of resurgence.

In the period after the reunion, he wanted her to come back, wanted her to love him, but he couldn't do anything about it. He could only fall into it in vain and struggle.

The voices of the people around him were calm, as if they were talking about other people's past and other people's love, but Jiang Ning found it hard to breathe.

She wanted to turn around distressedly, and take a closer look at the man who was now sharp and indifferent.

But Yan Yixie didn't let her turn around. He hugged her from behind and buried his scarlet eyes in her neck. As if feeling a little embarrassed, a big man turned his eyes red, and he still refused to look up.

So Jiang Ning let him hold it like this, but raised his hand and gently grabbed the hand he clasped on his body.

With a slight movement of Yan Yixie's slender phalanx, she entangled her ten fingers aggressively and aggressively.

The two cuddled each other like this, entangled and hugged, and sat quietly.

The torrential rain outside the window has calmed down. It is a night with no moon and no stars in the whole city.

The room was extremely quiet, only the breathing of two people could be heard, one light and heavy.

The faint light and shadow of the projector fell on the two of them.

The movie seems to be over, but no one is going to end it.

"Then these three years...how did you come here?" Jiang Ning's voice became a little dumb unknowingly, soft and low, a bit sad.

Yan Yixie's head was buried in the fossa of her neck, and he sniffed the smell of her body deeply to give himself a sense of reality.

"Very tired, Jiang Ning."

His voice is thick and deep.

Jiang Ning's heart was clenched.

"Missing you, hating you, trying to forget, but can't forget. I have never felt that time is so long, every day is as long as a century."

Everything was quiet, and the heartbeats of the two gradually came together.

Jiang Ning's eye circles were already reddening: "I am late."

"I don't blame you." Yan Yixie couldn't say anything to blame.

He only hopes that all this is not his dream, and only hopes that what Jiang Ning said this time is true.

He desperately imprisoned Jiang Ning, and said dumbly: "But don't leave me again."

"No." Jiang Ning turned his head, eyes full of soreness.

She pressed her face to his handsome face and murmured: "I swear, never again."

...

The two people said a lot this night, about the past, about the past, about the present, and about the future.

About love, about apology.

Time flows quietly like this.

Yan Yixie held Jiang Ning tightly in his arms and did not let her go anywhere.

Listening to the wind outside, Jiang Ning said a lot to Yan Yixie, saying that when he was freshman, he was the only one in the class who was not tanned because he could not ask for leave at all times.

And every time I ask for leave, there are very many boys next door.

Yan Yixie drew a forced kiss, until she could not breathe, he let her go sourly and let her continue.

In lip sharing, Jiang Ning continued to talk about the sophomore year, sophomore internship, and once took the wrong car. At the end of the term, he was afraid of hanging up, staying up late to review for several days, and talked about passing through Ye Chang in his junior year. Introduction, followed the current tutor into the design institute for internship......

In the past three years of her university, without the person around her, she was actually lackluster.

But she still wanted to share everything with him, with one word, to fill in the three years they were missing.

Yan Yixie listened to her narration, and the materials in his mind began to come alive and turned into pictures.

In fact, before he returned to China in the past three years, he often asked people to follow her and report on her situation. He knew many things she said, but he had never accompanied her personally.

When his legs were still in good shape, he listened to the people sent to the country to submit materials back, saying that she was very popular in school, and she hadn't started military training, just showed up at school and received countless love letters.

How should I put it? At that time, he really felt like a clown hiding in the dark, coveting the light on her body.

He dared not show up.

He wasn't sure, he stood in front of her again, and was stabbed again by her cold and merciless words, whether he could survive.

...

But now, he is trying to make himself believe in the reasons Jiang Ning said, and make himself believe that the person in his arms will not let go of his hand again.

The scars in his heart were finally healed one by one.

...

As Jiang Ning and Yan Yixie talked, their eyelids finally became heavier.

After doing this, her whole body was so tired that she didn't want to move a single cell, and she was able to insist on saying so much, all because she wanted to explain to him clearly.

I don't know when, she finally couldn't hold it, and fell asleep in Yan Yixie's arms.

"Are you asleep?" Yan Yixie gently stroked her face.

Jiang Ning didn't respond, and was very lethargic.

Yan Yixie then gently picked her up, walked to the clean bed, and gently put it down. Then lay down beside her and covered them for the rest of his life.

After the heavy rain outside the window, the night was chilly, but the room was warm.

The dry skins of the two people in the quilt touched each other, and the warmth after being warmed remained.

Yan Yixie raised his eyes and looked at the time, it turned out that it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Time is really a mysterious thing. Those three years passed so slowly, so tormented, and then sneaked away so fast this night.

…………

When Jiang Ning woke up, it was already the next morning.

She smelled the sweet soup sago, her nose moved and opened her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that she was still imprisoned in a possessive embrace. When she remembered what happened last night, she couldn't help rolling and rolled directly into the solid chest of the person next to her.

Is Yan Yixie still awake...? Will he wake him...?

Thinking about this, Jiang Ning rubbed his eyes and looked at the people around him.

As a result, he directly met him with a pair of crazy eyes.

Jiang Ning: "..."

Anyone who wakes up so early in the morning and is stared at with eyes that seem to want to peel and swallow into the abdomen will be shocked.

Jiang Ning came back to his senses, moved back slightly, and asked, "Are you not asleep?"

Yan Yi thanked her without answering, but he retrieved her limp body again, satiating herself in her arms: "Good morning."

Not not falling asleep, but reluctant to sleep.

Staring at her sleeping face, thinking about what she said, I always feel a little untrue.

I am afraid of waking up, everything is just my own dream.

So I simply opened my eyes to the present.

Fortunately, she looked like she was yesterday, not a dream.