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Hearing Zhao Qingyuan's voice, Jiang Yan felt more and more tired.

He closed his eyes, firstly because he was too tired, and secondly because he didn't want to hear what Zhao Qingyuan said, he was now in the "retribution" that Zhao Qingyuan said, and he felt very sad when he heard what Zhao Qingyuan said. bother.

Su Xiaoyu is ignoring him now because of those things before, as long as he hears those things, he keeps thinking of the mistakes he made before.Jiang Yan can't wait to go back to the past and wake up himself at that time.

Zhao Qingyuan turned his head to look at Jiang Yan on the co-driver, and smiled softly.

"Don't want to hear it?" Zhao Qingyuan raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Yan ignored him with a calm expression on his face.

"That's good, I won't talk about it." Zhao Qingyuan said with a smile.

After that, there was no sound in Jiang Yan's ears. If Zhao Qingyuan didn't say anything, he really didn't say anything.

Jiang Yan was happy to be at leisure, so he simply settled down to catch up on sleep.

There was a moment of silence in the car.

There is a light fragrance around, faint and faint.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep after a while. His body was still very weak. He had been forced to get up from the hospital bed. He was able to sit here only because of his will to see Su Xiaoyu.

Zhao Qingyuan turned his head and glanced at him, tiredness appeared on his face.

Just now Jiang Yan only noticed his laughing voice, but didn't realize that he was actually very tired.His sleep has been getting worse and worse recently. Looking closely at his face, you can actually find that his eyes are all black and blue, and his skin is dull and rough after staying up late.

Zhao Qingyuan watched the red light in front of him turn on, stopped the car, put his fingers on the steering wheel and caressed gently, clear blood vessels could be seen under his white and clean wrist, and a thin chain on his wrist was shining.

Jiang Yan woke up when he was approaching Su Xiaoyu's house.

He yawned and brushed his hair.

"It's a bit cold." Jiang Yan rubbed his nose.

"Cold?"

"Well, maybe that's why I'm sick."

Zhao Qingyuan froze for a moment, then suddenly reached out to close something.

The temperature in the car suddenly slowed down a lot, and the cold feeling just now disappeared. Zhao Qingyuan glanced at Jiang Yan and said softly, "Sorry."

Jiang Yan was startled, his eyes widened.

"Turn on the air conditioner!" Jiang Yan said in shock, "Zhao Qingyuan! Do you think I'm not sick enough?"

Jiang Yan really couldn't figure it out, his fever just subsided, and Zhao Qingyuan gave him such a fix.

Jiang Yan looked like a lion with fried hair, all the hair on his body stood up.

He stared at Zhao Qingyuan, furious.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhao Qingyuan smiled, "I forgot that you are still sick."

"You're fucking kidding me!" Jiang Yan trembled with anger.

"Okay, okay, I'll turn on the heat for you." Zhao Qingyuan said kindly.

"No need." Jiang Yan gave him a cold look.

Zhao Qingyuan sighed, a little guilty and a little funny, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yan, and laughed lowly.

He really forgot that there were too many things in his mind, and he couldn't fit them. He would never make such a mistake before.

During this period of time, his mind didn't seem to turn around.

"You're still laughing." Jiang Yan said with a cold face and a chilly tone.

"Then I'll cry for you?" Zhao Qingyuan smiled, his eyes were squinted so beautifully, his appearance was already pretty, but when he deliberately made some small movements, he was even more beautiful to make people tremble.

Jiang Yan snorted coldly, and didn't keep his eyes on Zhao Qingyuan's face for a second.

"Nuan?" Zhao Qingyuan laughed, "Why doesn't it work for you?"

His beauty is a hit with others.

"I like delicate ones." Jiang Yan said seriously, Su Xiaoyu's cute little expression suddenly appeared in his mind, "Something cuter."

After all, Jiang Yan glanced at Zhao Qingyuan with disgust and said, "It's not like you."

"Soft? Gentle?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yan nodded, "Su Xiaoyu's kind."

Zhao Qingyuan snorted disdainfully, buckled the steering wheel with his right hand, and gently shook the chain on his wrist.

"It's really infatuated." Zhao Qingyuan smiled.

Jiang Yan ignored him and reached out to touch the cigarette case on the side.

"Still smoking when you're sick?" Zhao Qingyuan laughed.

"Stop ahead." Jiang Yan raised his hand to light a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

"Doesn't Su Lan dislike you smoking?" Zhao Qingyuan raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Yan's fingers holding the cigarette trembled suddenly. He frowned and looked down at the cigarette.

His eyes were deep, as if he remembered something from the past through the smoke.

Then, Jiang Yan pinched the cigarette away.

Zhao Qingyuan glanced at him with a smile in his eyes.

After getting off the car, the two walked towards Su Xiaoyu's house along the path until they saw the familiar house, and Jiang Yan stopped.

"He lives here?" Zhao Qingyuan frowned. He remembered the winter that just passed, and he didn't know whether it was cold or not that Su Xiaoyu lived.

"Yeah." Jiang Yan nodded with tenderness in his eyes.

Walking straight to the door, Jiang Yan stretched out his hand, but just as he approached the door, his movements stopped.

He suddenly didn't dare to knock anymore, and he was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

See you... what should I say?

Jiang Yan stood in front of the door without moving for a long time, his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, as if frozen.

"Dong dong."

A hand suddenly fell in front of Jiang Yan's eyes, and the thin chain on the wrist flickered.

Jiang Yan looked up and saw Zhao Qingyuan's face.

"I'll knock it for you." Zhao Qingyuan said with a smile.

Jiang Yan frowned and didn't speak any more. He heard Zhao Qingyuan's hand fall on the door one after another, making some heavy knocking sounds.

"Let's talk when we see you." Jiang Yan said inwardly.

At least...meet him first.

After knocking for a while, no one came to the door.

"He's not here." Zhao Qingyuan sighed, looking at his red knuckles.

"Go back first." Jiang Yan lowered his eyelids, "I'll wait for him here."

"Do you know when he will come back?" Zhao Qingyuan said with a smile.

"What if he comes back at night, you want to wait until night?"

"Yes." Jiang Yan said.

"Love is your god, right Jiang Yan?" Zhao Qingyuan sneered, "How old are you, you will die or live for love."

"I'm happy." Jiang Yan said in a deep voice.

"All right." Zhao Qingyuan nodded, "I'll wait with you."

"No need." Jiang Yan frowned.

"I'm happy." Zhao Qingyuan smiled. He leaned against the wall, his eyes were lazy, and he looked like he was exhausting himself with Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan looked at him, snorted disdainfully, then turned his head and stopped talking.

After a heavy rain last night, the air today is unbelievably fresh, the sky is blue, and the uneven concrete pavement is warmed by the sun. Jiang Yan watched quietly, feeling like time was slowing down in a trance.

I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely heard the voice of someone talking.Jiang Yan raised his eyelids, his expression was a little loose, and he looked towards the road lazily.

Under the bright sunlight, two people appeared on the road ahead.