But for the Qing, never lovesick + extra

"I thought you really didn't want me anymore." Zheng Yang suppressed the bitterness creeping up his throat, and smiled wryly, "So I asked Third Sister to send it back..."

"What about those postcards!" Jin Yan asked eagerly, "Those, obviously, were written by you after you were injured." They looked at each other firmly, "It's the same as your signature, with a shallow writing... I can recognize it."

"Yes." Zheng Yang raised the corners of his lips, "My mother knew about me, she didn't blame me, she even helped me find an old Chinese doctor... The old doctor said that I still have the possibility of curing my eyes , so I thought..."

"So you're bored alone and think of me?" It hurts to speak like this, and Jin Yan knew it when he blurted out tremblingly, but when he saw the obviously dejected look of the person in front of him, his heartache intensified.

She didn't want to hurt her on purpose, but she felt uncomfortable.She keeps the people and things she likes in the bottom of her heart and dare not look them up, because those will force her to think of her previous cruel words and deeds, and will make her fall into a completely unknown situation, so she only dares to escape and dare not face the meeting or not. In the real future imaginary...

But, in fact, that person made the exact opposite decision without telling her.

That person's decision declared her six months of psychological construction to be meaningless...

Then what is the separation for half a year, and what is the farewell half a year ago...

Zheng Yang put away his sadness, and did not let go of his hands, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Jin Yan doesn't want to see her like this, her guilt or depression, etc., are all Jin Yan doesn't want to see.The person she Jin Yan likes should be the most dazzling, gentle and smiling person.

"I just heard that you won't be back for a while... But I think, what you said before, compared to the busyness of New York, the changes in Shanghai, and the melodiousness of Suzhou... the hometown you love the most, you said this is the last place you took root place, so I, want to try, maybe send a letter to your house, you will see."

After thinking about her words, it was as if seeing the sun through the clouds, and his heart was surging. Jin Yan held the hand on his wrist and gradually tightened it, "If you didn't meet that doctor, you wouldn't want me?"

The warmth from his hand went straight to the bottom of his heart, trembling all over, Zheng Yang calmed down and smiled sassyly, "No, I will be fine, and we will be fine too."

There was no need to ask any more questions, Jin Yan hugged her tightly, with the determination to entangle the cattail grass and the rock, his heart beat quietly, and he said every word, "Zheng Yang, I have a bill, and I want to settle it with you, for a lifetime. "

Looking up, there is still something uncontrollably rolling down, clattering, knocking on the floor tiles, seeming to be light and joyful, or dancing lightly.

"Okay." Zheng Yang knew that she only needed to be firm in this one-word promise, and it was enough to practice it for a lifetime.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]:

Jin Yan: Let's settle that girl's account carefully in the episode.

Zheng Yang: ...I am wronged.

[Concluding remarks]:

The first short article completed on JJ?I am still very excited, and the most important thing is to thank you, everyone's support is the motivation... The real-name confession of everyone who collected, filled with nutrient solution, poked in to see, and all the little angels who actively left comments~!Thank you for your encouragement~

The nüè of this article ends here... I feel that enough is enough... I really can't describe the nüè anymore...

In fact, the brain of this article, as mentioned in the copywriting, was inspired for a while, and the answer is put here: In fact, it is not a good after-reading impression after watching Ke Da's "Love Prison" series being nüè to the five internal organs...

Because the blue goblin was so miserable by nüè, it can be said that he was deceived (personal feeling), so at the beginning of this article that was inspired, Officer Zheng has been miserable since his appearance...

However, it seems that Ms. Jin still has more psychological descriptions later on, so, even if, it’s all nüè, right?

There is also sweetness, I can also make sugar, really!Please trust me! 【Extremely serious face】

Let's see you on the sidelines~ The National Day holiday starts tomorrow, and a long journey is about to begin. I wish you all a happy holiday~~~!

【New text brain dòng】

One day before going to bed, I secretly poked my brain to make up a new brain hole, share it here, and come back to collect manuscripts and dig holes~ Please continue to support~

same table to sister-in-law

lover to lover

Little Devil and Gentle Royal Sister

Well... the spoilers are here first, and then I wish you all a happy holiday~

Chapter 30 Fan ① Zheng Yang Monologue

The author has something to say: I’m back~ The bookmarkers are still here, I’m so relieved... (Pào)

This chapter... so nüè...

Zheng Yang, the surnames of my father and mother are connected to form my name.

My birth witnessed the deep affection between my parents.

And my younger brother's name, Yang Fan, means sailing together, meaning long voyage.

The name is so named, and the parents deeply mean it. One is to inspire us to have lofty aspirations, and the other is to teach my siblings to cherish the love of relatives that blood is thicker than water.

I was ignorant to understand the deep meaning of family and love in this, when I was in adolescence...

Regardless of the time when I was born, eating, sleeping and sleeping, from the time when I was sensible to school to the age of 16, no matter when I look back, it is worth looking forward to and satisfied, satisfied with the status quo but unable to bear looking forward to the future.

This feeling is due to the completeness of my family and the harmony of the four.

"My family is a family of four, my father, my mother, me and my brother..." "My father is a policeman, and my mother is an accountant..." Every time I say these words through the tip of my pen, they come to my mind Deepen it again...

I remember graduating from primary school, I wrote down my dream—to become a qualified policeman—on every graduation record I wrote to my classmates.

There are still half a sentence unfinished in the subconscious: like my father.

The situation in junior high school has been blurred, only one ideological and moral class is still fresh in my memory. There is an example in the textbook, which lists the difficult work of the people's police. The nature has been taken away...

After class, I searched the narcotics police and learned about the bloody battlefield my father and his colleagues fought in.

In addition to being excited and proud at that time, the fear of being severely injured was magnified layer by layer.

I can't wait to finish my studies and stand beside my father, and even share the risk for him.

After that, I saw more clearly the silence of my mother when I saw my father off at the door of the house.

Maybe my younger brother has also grown up. We no longer cover our mouths and don’t smile openly like we did when we were young. Instead, we pray quietly, hoping that the care of our family will lead my father out of the dense fog and smoke, and hope that the apple in his palm will protect him.

I tried my best to learn knowledge, looking forward to growing up quickly, and looking forward to my father's return as soon as possible.

My mother took care of us with all her heart, and my younger brother was gradually transforming from a naughty boy to a young man with ambition.

The disaster came suddenly...

In the summer vacation of the year of high school, I went to the remedial class to pick up my brother from get out of class, and when I came home, I was stopped by a police car at the gate of the community.

Mom came over, picked us up one by one, and pulled us to the back of the car.

My mother's hands were cold to the bone, and I looked sideways at her all the way. She pursed her lips, her face turned pale, and she didn't say a word.

……

Goodbye Dad, no surprises.

Mom waited for the doctor to finish his rounds and followed him to the office.My brother and I were led into the ward by an uncle in plain clothes.

Casting a glance, I saw my father on the sick bed, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, but he was still smiling when he saw us... As if the pain and soreness in my chest were expanding at an accelerated pace, I lowered my head as if I had done something wrong. Dare to look up.

Hearing my father call my nickname dumbly, I was still there and couldn't escape.

It was my younger brother who held my hand and pulled me to lean towards him.

My younger brother handed our hand to the edge of the bed, and as usual, it was grasped by a pair of big hands.

My father's hands were a few degrees colder, but his fingertips were clasped on the back of my hand, and the gentleness and generosity that came from him were no different.

As usual, Dad asked us about our studies and the situation at home, and it was my younger brother who answered.I lowered my head and fiercely blocked the grievance and weakness that were clamoring inside. At that time, I could still feel the sight lingering above my head from time to time.

My father has always treated us fairly, and his love has been divided into two, so that we both have always felt that we have received more love than the only child of other families.

The younger brother choked his throat and answered one by one. After speaking, he asked his father in a trembling voice where he was sick and where it hurt.

My father only said that the injury consumes energy, and rest will heal.

Both of us hesitated, but we were still willing to believe.

Even during the holidays, my mother would not allow us to go to the hospital every day on the grounds that my studies were too heavy. We begged her for a long time before she allowed us to accompany her to go every three days. Unfortunately, when we went, most of them "just in time" The father was resting or receiving treatment, so he had to return in a bad mood.

After the summer vacation, my father was hospitalized for nearly two months, and his complexion was not good. On the night of the first day of school, my father insisted that my mother take us home, and stipulated that he was only allowed to visit him on weekends.

When we parted, my father winked at us, like the sly eyes he used to play peek-a-boo with us when we were young, and his doting smile wiped away all the haze.