Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Before Mu Yanzhu had time to see the expression in Jiang Qingchi's eyes, he had left her indifferent and angry back.

Just like the unkindness of the world, with the strangeness and alienation that penetrates the bone marrow, her heart is tightened in an instant, then tightened, and then stripped open and closed,,,

She clutched the position of her heart, and she was dying of pain. People who didn't have heart disease would also feel angina.

She has never recognized a fact so clearly, she--as if she really lost him.

Break up!

These three words, if they were engraved, were etched on the tip of her heart, and the pain was so painful that she could only bend over to calm the suffocation, tears were flowing, and they would never stop flowing, the hazy mist blurred her Eye sockets.

Suddenly a lyrics came into my mind:

——The tears on my cheeks are still warm, but no one holds my hand.

It turns out that she loves Jiang Qingchi so so.

"Senior sister, it's okay to break up, I thought you two were inappropriate." Xie Zijun patted Mu Yanzhu on the shoulder and comforted her gently.

Mu Yanzhu kept bend down and motionless, now he can't hear anything, no one can see anymore,,,

I felt my heart was going to hurt to death. I didn't have any strength, my breath was awkward, my fingers were trembling, my scalp was numb, and there were countless quarrels before.

Is it because little is accumulated?

Xie Zijun sighed. It was the first time he saw Mu Yanzhu in such pain, the normally calm girl, at this moment, his face was pale, as if he would faint in the next second.

"Senior sister, you will meet better people, trust me."

"Better person? Who? Are you?"

Mu Yanzhu smiled bitterly, tears sticking to her face dry, she wanted to wipe it but felt unnecessary, no one would care whether she was uncomfortable anymore.

"I won't be with you, let's go." Mu Yanzhu straightened his waist.

"Senior Sister..."

"Forget it, let me go, I want to be alone."

"Why don't you leave? Just call me if you have anything to do. I have always been your strongest backing. Sister, come on!"

After Xie Zijun finished speaking, he touched Mu Yanzhu's hair before turning around and leaving.

Mu Yanzhu was lying on the grass in the playground, eyes closed, two strings of clear tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

He stared at his eyes and stared at the blue sky with hollow eyes. Suddenly, he felt that sudden death was not bad. When he died, there would be no heartache and no feeling of suffocation to death.

After a long time, she took a deep breath and took out her mobile phone from her pocket to call Muran.

Muran’s end was a little noisy, “Sister, I’m playing games, hey, by the way, you help me ask my brother-in-law, if he plays the king at night, let him take me.”

"Muran."

"What's wrong?" Mu Ran didn't know what happened to the other party.

Mu Yanzhu: "I want to hear it quiet, you sing it to me."

"Oh, only the piano is left to talk to me for a day, the sleeping cello, quiet...

"It's not quiet," Mu Yanzhu interrupted him, "it's quiet."

"Oh oh... sing again."

In addition to height, the only advantage of Muran's body is that he can sing nicely, with a standard bass, and is called the little prince of love songs.

Every time Mu Yanzhu was in a bad mood, he liked to listen to Muran singing, and felt healed.

"The only thing left is the piano standing here with me. The wedding that belonged to us in my dream has become a single marriage march."

"In this tug of war of love, whether you love me or you, you have chosen yourself."

"Now I am still where I am, but you walk back to your memory."

...

"Love is a wound, each of us is in pain, silence is my last tenderness, because I am too—"

"Stop singing."

Before listening, Mu Yanzhu hung up the phone.

Then he lay down and cried happily.

It would be great if she had rhinitis, now the nose must be very refreshing.

A phone call came and it was her good friend Li Wanna, asking her how is she doing and when is the winter vacation.

Mu Yanzhu was silent and closed his eyes.

"broke up."

"Ah? Oh, oh, you broke up with that young master."

Li Wenna is quick to respond, and she is speechless, "If something is serious, we will break up. Remember to have dinner."

"It's not the same... this time it's different..."

Mu Yanzhu bit his trembling lips and said intermittently...

"Before, I had a low self-esteem. I said I didn’t deserve him. He didn’t take it seriously... This time, he said that he broke up. Um... It’s true. You just didn’t see it, and he walked away without looking back. Yes, before, before... he sent me downstairs to the dormitory, always looking back at me, he would look at me every time..."

What's this talking about?

Li Wenna couldn't understand, so she could only sigh, "Well, I know you are sad, you just think so, men don't have a good thing, just keep your eyes open in the future."

Her comfort was of little use to Mu Yanzhu.

Mu Yanzhu got up from the grass and walked towards the dormitory.

I didn't know how to get back to the dormitory, so I was so muddled, like a walking dead, I didn't want to say anything, went to wash my face, then lay on the bed, drew the curtain, and lay quietly by myself.

I still remember that not long ago, a bold person came to her dormitory to find her and slept with her on the same bed.

The past is vivid, and he said at the time: "Jiang Yan, I will really give you a home, trust me."

Soon the roommate came back. The excitement outside had nothing to do with her. She wore headphones and watched the tunnel battle all night.

Originally wanted to watch cartoons, what a special...

In this year's cartoons, two bears and two sheep can be seen by her as the spark of love, which is still crackling, and watch a cartoon yarn.

...

In the next few days, Mu Yanzhu "freed".

The heart is riddled with holes.

But also invulnerable.

"Jiang Qingchi" no longer exists in his life.

Brother and sister love usually has no good end. The woman wants a sense of security. The man is too naive and immature, and has three different views.

Of course, there are some individuals. Although the man is young, he is mature and stable, and his mind is delicate.

This is only very individual.

Xie Zijun still installed a "radar" on Mu Yanzhu's body. Whether she went to the study room, library, or cafeteria, he could accurately sit opposite her.

For example, now, Mu Yanzhu was eating, and he saw Xie Zijun when he raised his eyes.

I want to roll my eyes silently!

Mu Yanzhu has told him many times that she will not fall in love with him, and she is not in the mood to start a new relationship.

Xie Zijun didn't listen and insisted on his own opinions.

"I treat you voluntarily. It doesn't matter if you don't accept me. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. I know my love."

"Love? Do you kids know what love is?!"

"Aren’t you four years older than me? You are not forty years old. In my eyes, you have always been the young lady I first met. You are working very attentively, looking calm, and thinking Let people explore your world."

"My world is monotonous, trivial, and nothing."

Mu Yanzhu finished speaking and left.

Xie Zijun caught up with her, seeing her going back to the dormitory, he followed every step.

"Why do you have to suffer so much for him? Where is he eating, drinking, and having fun!"

"Are you finished?"

"Senior sister, hey! It's really not worth it! Look at that guy, what else is good besides a face?"

"I just like to look at his face. I am happy that he abuses me for the rest of my life. Are you satisfied with this answer?" Mu Yanzhu asked calmly.

Xie Zijun: "..."

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