But for the Qing, never lovesick + extra

"But I'm Qing, Never Lovesick" Author: Qi Xi

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Jin Yan: "In your heart, am I the dispensable one?"

Zheng Yang: "I never regret what I did. Even if I do it all over again, I can only say sorry to you more."

◥Memories◣|Campus first love: (fake cold VS really sweet)

——I am not good at communicating with people, but I only opened my heart to you

Zheng Yang [sitting with tucked knees]: "The people in the dormitory next door say I'm an extreme antonym of being approachable, is there any?"

Jin Yan [with a smile on his face]: "How could...do you believe them or not?"

◥Reality◣|Cops nüèlian (loyal dog VS charming)

——Can we hold on to the thorny road of love?

Zheng Yang [downcast his eyes sadly]: "What I owe you, I will pay it back with my life, is it enough?"

Jin Yan [smiling evilly]: "It's far away, I want you forever."

Memories are a bit sweet, reality is more nüè, slightly dark

If the plot does not collapse, it will be sour.

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The relevant medical knowledge contained in it cannot withstand scrutiny, please be lenient to professionals, and welcome corrections, thank you~

The length of the article is unknown, and I was thinking about it for a while.

If I choose a drama, I can only HE (*/ω＼*)

Content tags: City Love nüè Love Deep Breaking Mirror Reunion Uniform Love

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Chapter 1 Memories, Nightmare

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The coldness of the bone marrow, the eternal night of blindness.Here, time, even everything that flows, just sleeps.

Zheng Yang leaned crookedly against the corner of the brick wall, her shallow breathing was the only thing she had to do with this gnawing night.

Let's call it a day.The heavy head was willing to hang down, before falling asleep, thinking in a daze.

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Looking back, Zheng Yang had seen it before her father's sick bed.

At that time, Zheng Langguo's dry eyes sparkled with sluggishness, and his lips curled up slightly - very much like Zheng Yang's expression when he opened the door full of joy and saw him every time he finished a mission and returned victorious. .

Seeing her father's heroic spirit bursting out, she retreated, turned around and was about to run away.

The sick and weak man on the sick bed looked calm, and called to stop his daughter who had fled to the door in time.

Zheng Yang's hand, which was pressing stiffly on the door handle, was still broken away by her brother Zheng Fan with great strength.

"Xueru..." Zheng Languo smiled relievedly at the people by the bed, but his body couldn't bear it anymore, he uttered more words, and his face lost color.His wife, Yang Xueru, the mother of a pair of children, bit her lower lip tightly, holding back her tears, and handed over her slender hand to cover his hand covered with bruises and needles, and nodded with sobs, "Brother Lang, tell me."

The pain took away the majesty of this heroic man. At this moment, he only had the frailty of a seriously ill person, "My child... I have suffered for you." After speaking, he raised his big hand vigorously, but it was in vain.He can no longer hug his beloved girl to comfort her when she is sad...

Sensing his actions clearly, her tears rolled down unscrupulously.She understood his parting words, even if it was just a sentence - the child and herself were his last thoughts.

Yang Xueru stood up from the escort chair, pretended to pour water, retreated to the sideboard, and wiped away tears while bending over to pick up the thermos bottle.

"Yang'er, Fan'er," he panted heavily, his voice was unquestionable because of the excessive force that aroused a lot of cold sweat, "come here."

14-year-old Zheng Fan bit his arm, his face was flushed, trying not to cry.Zheng Yang on the side raised his head, clenched his teeth, tensed his facial muscles, and tears rolled in his eye sockets.

No, I can't cry, she is 16, and she is an adult in the legal sense. My father often said that she should be a good older sister, be self-reliant and kind, and set an example for her younger brother... She is an adult and cannot cry.Zheng Yang dragged Zheng Fan back to the sick bed, and dragged him to kneel down together.The siblings said in unison, "Dad..."

His heart trembled a few times in panic, cold sweat broke out, his skinny hands tried to pull the glaring white bed sheet, his eyes widened, the kindness and reluctance choked in his throat could only be expressed by the enlarged and tough pupils.

Their heads were emptied, and the siblings froze in place, at a loss for what to do.

Yang Xueru straightened her waist and looked back. In an instant, her soul was pulled away, and the open thermos bottle fell, and the inner tank exploded with a bang, and hot water fragments burst in all directions.

"Dad!" Zheng Fan knelt down in front of him, clenched the hand that was limp and drooping, his eyes were red, his expression was terribly distressed, and he exerted force on his hand, vowing to hold his father's temperature firmly.

"Mom!" Zheng Yang got up, supported his crumbling mother in time, helped her back to the chair and sat down, knelt down straight without blinking, and stuck her knees into the ground again.

It was the unbearable pain that Zheng Yang chewed repeatedly for 10 years, and it was the earth-shattering and heaven-shattering that her unknown life could not endure.

She was terrified, afraid of the life-swallowing gray color—the dazzling white, the captivating blood red, the emaciated withered yellow.

Together with the cold critical illness notification and the desperate wailing of relatives...

This is the unfeeling memory rooted in the deep fear of the young girl, and it is also the nightmare she has been haunting for a long time, except for this, there is nothing else.

Chapter 2 Forced by Reality

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Ups and downs, the past is all that catches the eye, without the parting she fears, she and her younger brother are held in the arms of their parents, and the family is together well.This moment is so good, she can't help but feel the sweetness from the perspective of a bystander, and she wants to delay the past selfishly, leaving this moment for a happy reunion.

The dilapidated wooden door creaked.The reunion picture in front of me rippled like a stone was thrown into it.She chased after her in panic, being dragged vigorously behind her, she was unwilling to watch, and was isolated on the other side of happiness.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the warmth is no longer there, and the bottomless night is still in front of him. Zheng Yang is firmly pressed back to the wall, and the heavy shackles are tolerated. Baike.

"Yo, have a good time!"

The space is very large. When she came back to her senses, the sound of chaotic footsteps entered her ears. Zheng Yang closed his eyes and listened carefully. There was no echo from the four walls. There should be other things piled up. Is it an abandoned garage or a grocery store?What she inhaled was air-conditioning, and there was no other smell. If it was the garage, it would have been idle for a long time... No wonder the sound of the wooden door was so heavy... She opened her eyes, followed the sound, sketched figures in vain, and listened to the voices. It was still those few "Familiar face".

No, she was stunned before she came, and when she woke up from the coma, she was so deprived of her personal freedom that she opened her eyes and went blind.

Familiar, that is, the voice.Through the willful and frivolous voice of the visitor, she imagined an arrogant face.

The sound of footsteps stopped abruptly, and there was more than one person coming, but their steps were neat.

"Still alive?" The provocative person was still that person, he stepped forward, accurately grasped the chain that bound Zheng Yang's right hand, and pulled it hard.Zheng Yang then tilted his body, his right leg was unable to support and was about to fall, and the iron chain on his left foot showed his power, and two brute force pulled her at will.

Far and near, bursts of laughter erupted.The instigator was tired of playing, so he stopped and returned.The unsupported person half-kneeled on the ground.

The act of symbolizing the loss of dignity did not arouse any pity, even the muffled sound of the concrete floor under him can be ignored at will.

"Hmph." The other person had laughed enough, and said kindly, "It's time to eat!" Just as he stopped speaking, he raised the iron bucket in his hand.

"Wow... da da da" she struggled to get up, but was slapped against the wall by an invisible palm.

The rest of the people laughed without hesitation when they heard the muffled groan after the muffled sound.

"According to Boss Jin's order, save your life... I specially added seafood egg drop soup for you today, enjoy it, hahaha!"

After the task was accomplished, I let out my anger, and the few people who came came back leisurely.

Almost drenched, covered in sticky soup, he staggered to his feet, inadvertently annoyed the iron chains, and exchanged a few lessons on his wrists.

"Have you heard, the eldest lady is coming back." The deliberately low-key chatter of the two people in the distance inadvertently bumped into her ears, and she was shocked and leaned back against the wall.

"Miss? I heard that she was born as a little beauty in her teens, so wouldn't she have grown into a big beauty now?" The person who answered the words laughed wickedly.

"Miss is also something you can miss?" The other person spoke righteously, then followed with a smirk, "If you don't say it, let's just think about it."

The people present reached an agreement, talked and laughed and walked away.

Blocked from seeing and hearing, and cut off from the cruel world, Zheng Yang was eager to hide himself.She leaned against the wall obediently, silently counting her memories.

Words...

Chapter 3 Military Training, Roommates

The campus in midsummer is full of fruity fragrance.

The military training carried out by the school after unified enrollment is not so serious for freshmen of other types of colleges compared with their studies, but it is not for police school students.