when you stare into the abyss

Nie Zhiyan stepped on high-heeled shoes and was pulled by Nie Zhilan, passing by the door of the bar with countless spotlights.Drunk men approached in twos and threes to strike up a conversation, Nie Zhilan and Wan Tong directly overturned two of them, they knew how to measure, they didn't hit the point, they just made them feel uncomfortable for a while.Nie Zhiyan silently followed behind them, her footsteps starting to falter.

Zhu Fang's sudden toast should be drunk out of politeness.But Nie Zhiyan was someone who would blush after drinking half a bottle of beer, she hesitated for two seconds, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Wan Tong had already stretched out his hand to reach for the glass without hesitation.With this move, in an instant, my heart felt warm as if it was being basked in by the warm sun. This child is very sensible.She bent the corners of her lips, considering Wan Tong's body was injured and drinking would not help the wound heal, so she grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

The food stall was close to one kilometer from the parking lot, and they had to walk for at least 10 minutes, and they delayed for another 2 minutes. At this moment, Nie Zhilan felt the hand she was holding was getting hotter and hotter.

"Is it alright?"

"En." Nie Zhiyan responded wholeheartedly.

"Aunt Yan doesn't know how to drink?" Wan Tong showed a worried expression.

Nie Zhilan opened the car door and stuffed Nie Zhiyan into the back seat: "She can't drink, she'll get on her face when she gets drunk, and..." The woman hesitated to speak, thinking that she would find out later, there was no need to say it out loud.After closing the car door, he raised his head and called Wan Tong, "You take the co-pilot."

Wan Tong glanced at the person in the car who was tilting his head and eyes slightly closed, and suggested, "Aunt Lan, let me sit in the back row with Aunt Yan. If she's not feeling well, it's easy to take care of her."

"It's up to you." Nie Zhilan gave her a worried look and got into the driver's seat.

The blue SUV car started and drove out of the alley. This road is a one-way street, so the return journey has half the mileage of the way back.Nie Zhilan turned on the car stereo and played soothing Scottish light music.

She is always paying attention to the changes in the back row. She has tried and tested repeatedly, but she wonders if it will be unexpected this time.

The interior of the car is spacious, Wan Tong and Nie Zhiyan are sitting on the left and the right, far apart.After drinking, she could clearly feel that her sympathetic nerves were gradually being dominated by alcohol, and her parasympathetic nerves were gradually suppressed.The skin on the face is thin, with more capillaries, and the face looks like a boiled egg rolled over.

Hot, hot and dry.

The coolness on the back of his hands could no longer satisfy his hot face, Nie Zhiyan unbuttoned the second button of his shirt a little impatiently, and said the words as if they were floating in the air, in a languid, soft and charming voice:

"Sister, the air conditioner."

Under the dim light, her delicate straight collarbone was slightly red, probably disturbed by alcohol, and her brows were slightly frowned.

Wan Tong had never seen Nie Zhiyan like this before. She stared at the woman obsessively, and there seemed to be something in her mind, eager to try.Wanting to suppress the overly fluctuating emotions and calm down, Aunt Yan feels uncomfortable after drinking, why did she have such thoughts.How many times is this?It becomes harder to suppress each time, Wan Tong, what's wrong with you?

She narrowed her eyes slightly, not daring to look at Nie Zhiyan, she turned sideways to look at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, still unable to calm down.

"Twinkle twinkle twinkle, the sky is full of small stars, like many small eyes, the sky is full of small stars." A few words of unsteady, chaotic singing floated into Wan Tong's ears, and she turned back with doubts At some point, Nie Zhiyan sat from the far left to the middle, only less than a foot away from her.

The woman's smile bloomed, and her brows and eyes were full of drunkenness.

Repeated: "Twinkle, twinkle, the sky is full of small stars, like many small eyes, the sky is full of small stars." The lyrics are wrong, and there is no right one.

"Wan Xiaotong, sing together." Nie Zhiyan's soft and warm fingers landed on Wan Tong's palm, and penetrated into her fingertips little by little. The ten fingers clasped lightly, pulled them upwards, and swayed rhythmlessly above her head.

Wan Tong could clearly feel her heart beating more and more irregularly following Nie Zhiyan's every move, and she subconsciously sang: "Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle..."

"No, no, change another song. The weather is so sunny today, the scenery is beautiful everywhere, the scenery is beautiful, the butterflies are busy, and so are the bees..." Wan Tong didn't keep up, and it became Nie Zhiyan's solo concert.Nie Zhilan observed her surprised expression from the rearview mirror of the car, and sighed, "Tongtong, Aunt Yan usually buries her emotions too deeply. After drinking, she loses her main consciousness and can release it a little."

"Aunt Lan." Wan Tong called her helplessly, his eyes turned dark, and he listened to her continue.

"In short, Tongtong, no matter what you see or hear tonight, don't be surprised." Nie Zhilan looked at her sister's long-lost smile from the mirror, pursed her lips, and felt pain in her heart.

Wan Tong once heard Zhao Guoying mention that Nie Zhiyan was ill and needed to take a year off from school, but did not explain the specific situation.When asked, she only said that it is a very hard disease, which may be cured well, or it may not be cured in a lifetime.

What kind of disease is it? Aunt Yan wrapped herself up layer by layer. She raised her eyes and stared at the woman full of stories. She wanted to understand, but was afraid to understand.She responded to Nie Zhilan with a light hum, and fell into deep thought.

In the end, she was awakened by Nie Zhiyan's approaching body. When she realized it, Nie Zhiyan leaned on her shoulder, and her warm breath sprayed on the side of her neck.

"Auntie." Wan Tong's face instantly burned up, turning crimson.

"Ok?"

With a raised questioning tone, the woman looked at her, squinting her misty eyes, her rosy lips parted slightly, and each word floated out: "I just want to touch it."

"what?"

Wan Tong was still pondering this sentence, Nie Zhiyan raised her right hand and put her palm on her left ear.When the warm touch came, she was stunned, and the woman's index finger and thumb moved up along the earlobe, and began to gently caress.

Streams of electricity followed Nie Zhiyan's fingers, hitting the bottom of his heart again and again, terrified but still wanting her to get closer.

Her heart was beating like crazy, and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Tongtong, I just let you sit in the co-pilot because of Ah Yan's hobby. When I am happy, I like to touch the ear of the person who is close to her." Nie Zhilan stepped on the brakes before the traffic lights, reminding her.

Wan Tong said: "Aunt Lan, why didn't you say it earlier?" But her heart was gradually sinking, and Aunt Yan's hands were cold and soft, so comfortable...

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The night was dark, and the girl on the bed had a throbbing heart, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, her mind was filled with Nie Zhiyan's every frown and smile.The ears were rubbed by her, and the scalding temperature had long since disappeared, leaving only the feeling of scratching the heart, scratching the lungs, and ecstasy.

It can't be dissipated, it can't be eliminated, this feeling is even deeper than when the love in college first opened.

She suddenly recalled that when she was only two or three years old, she liked to follow Nie Zhiyan even more than Nie Zhilan.Because there are too many friends who admire Nie Zhilan, she has no time to take care of them.Only Nie Zhiyan, after she fell while running, would gently coax her and take her to buy ice cream and cotton candy.At the canteen near the kindergarten, every time the proprietress who sells things sees her leading her past, she will smile and say, "Buying something for my sister again?"

The childhood Nie Zhiyan always replied: "I am her aunt."

The proprietress had just memorized it clearly this time, but she forgot about it next time. Nie Zhiyan continued to explain patiently, repeating the cycle until the twin sisters entered junior high school, and their studies began to be complicated, and their interaction became less and less.

When she was a child, Aunt Yan protected herself, but now, she really wants to protect her, and she really wants to accompany her to slowly tear off the layer after layer of pretended strong "pretend", and re-bath in the sun's sunshine, chic and unrestrained.

Wan Tong turned sideways, hugging the little bear doll that Nie Zhiyan found out from rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, which Nie Zhiyan bought for her as a birthday gift 15 years ago with pocket money, his thoughts became more and more fleeting.

She was sure that Nie Zhiyan had become a different existence in her heart, but she was still not sure how long this feeling would last, was it just attachment to her, or was it love?

If Lao Zhao knew that he had unreasonable thoughts about Aunt Yan, would he be executed on the spot?

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Nie Zhiyan has a habit of running in the morning. The next day, because it was Saturday and she was hungover, she didn't go out until 7:50 in her sports suit.There is an alley on the right turn of the courtyard, and you can go straight into it to get to Binjiang Road, where she ran in the morning.

Binjiang Road is separated by railings and green belts, and the air is fresh. Occasionally, a bird stops on the ground and takes its small steps leisurely. It flaps its wings and leaves when people approach.

Nie Zhiyan faced the Jiamin River, finished the last warm-up, took a deep breath, took off the earphones, and put them in his trouser pocket.

Wearing headphones while running is a hobby of most people, but the noise generated by wearing headphones will affect the microcirculation of the inner eardrum cells, resulting in hearing loss.As a doctor, she knows this well and only listens to music when she is doing warm-up exercises.

Feeling the warm wind blowing past her ears, she trotted at a constant speed, neither fast nor slow.

Not far away, Wan Tong, who was dragged out of the house by Zhao Yingying, was still wrapped in bandages and could only do simple recovery exercises.Zhao Guoying had already run back and forth a few times, and passed by her again half a second ago.

"How much longer?" Wan Tong shouted at the person who was about to run away.

The back, who was still in good shape, paused, waved his hands and said, "The last one back and forth."

"Oh, then I'll run back and forth too." After she finished speaking, she turned around, and her right shoulder bumped into a person's left shoulder.

"I'm sorry." The two apologized in unison.

At the same time, he raised his eyes to see each other clearly, Wan Tong greeted first: "Aunt Yan."

Nie Zhiyan eased her breath, as if there were a few red clouds on her face.It is said that after a hangover, you can’t remember what happened when you were drunk. In fact, this is not the case. Forgetting is only short-lived.Now that the person she hugged and touched last night was so close, her heart suddenly flustered, so she coughed lightly to cover it up: "Run? How many times have you changed your medicine? Can you exercise?"

"I will change it for the second time in a while, and the exercise will definitely be fine."

The sudden tension just now seemed to have drifted away with the wind, and the other party's warm smile infected her. Nie Zhiyan's originally cold eyes glowed softly, and the corners of her lips curved a little more than usual: "Okay."

The author has something to say: an entire chapter is devoted to their interaction.

Wan Xiaotong: Aunt Yan, you are responsible for touching me.

Forensic Doctor Nie: ...

感谢在2020-03-2921:02:24~2020-03-3023:03:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Ruoyi and Lanyan 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Pian Bingxin, Mu Chenyan, _Little Follower, Heart Yearning for Money, 1 jackey ball;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of Zhian; 4215704613 bottles; 2 bottles of Gone With the Wind, Ana;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!