Ye Ye Zhiqiu

"Han Ye'an..." Tong Qiu looked at the person sitting on the ground hugging his knee, his whole heart was twisted into a ball, and the pain was endless.

"Han Ye'an!" She walked over quickly, knelt down and held Han Ye'an's face.

Han Ye'an finally had a reaction. She raised her head slowly and glanced at the person in front of her. "Xiaoqiu..."

The eyes were red and dull.

The blood all over his body became cold, and his heart seemed to be squeezed in a container, and the pain was severe.Tong Qiu leaned forward, knelt on the ground and hugged her, pressed her head into his arms, exhausted all his strength, "Han Ye'an..."

It seemed a little unreal, until the body temperature of another person came through the attached fabric, and Han Ye'an finally became sober.

She put her arms around Tong Qiu's back, buried her face in her arms, and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Qiu."

"I'm here..." Tong Qiu stroked her back, flustered, "I'm here, I'm back..." Obviously the funeral is over, so how long has Han Ye'an been here alone?On such a cold day, wearing only a sweater, from dark to dawn?Tong Qiu didn't dare to think about it.

The hands around her body were even more forceful, almost strangling her waist, but she didn't seem to feel the force, her heart was in a mess, and there was nothing in her mind.

The winter sun slanted down from the window and fell on the two people who embraced each other. There was no temperature, but it was bright enough.Han Ye'an was wrapped in Tong Qiu's white down jacket, and they seemed to blend into one.

In such an embrace, everything is quiet.

For the first time, for the first time in a long, long time, I was showing weakness to others, showing my vulnerability, allowing myself to let go of the shell that was tightly wrapped around me.The pain of losing her own body and the tremendous pressure brought about by the busy days were finally released. There was a belated dull pain in her heart, which made it difficult for her to breathe.

"It's okay," Tong Qiu hugged her head, "It's okay to cry..."

Almost at the same second, the trembling in the chest became violent, and the person in his arms let out a hoarse growl, followed by a loud cry, and the force that almost rubbed her into the other person's body.

People who are too emotionally restrained habitually hide their grief deep in their hearts without saying a word, but the more this is the case, the more powerful it will be when it erupts.

The north wind swept across the bluestone slabs, and there was a rush of footsteps in the yard, and then stopped suddenly.

I don't know how long it took, the hoarse crying finally gradually weakened, the arms around Tong Qiu fell to the waist, Han Ye'an lost all strength, and slid down her body.

Tong Qiu has also lost his strength, his arms are mechanically caressing the back of the person in his arms, tears are streaming down his cheeks.

She suddenly thought of the regretful expression on the old lady's face when she heard that she was going to Han Ye'an when she came to find Han Ye'an.She didn't care at all at the time. Thinking about it now, the old man should have known that he was running out of time.

She regrets it.She has been flustered for several days, if she persists a little longer, go to stalk the teacher, call Han Ye'an, even...even if she is scolded or punished, what are she afraid of?

Hearing that the room was quiet, Wang Xiao raised his leg and came in.

"Let her sleep for a while," he said.

After tucking the quilt for Han Ye'an, Tong Qiu followed Wang Xiao to the yard.

"Grandma has been gone for almost a week."

"I should have contacted her earlier... No, I shouldn't have gone to the training camp..." Tong Qiu covered his face and couldn't help but blame himself.

"I don't blame you, no one would have thought of it." Wang Xiao held a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't smoke it. The blue smoke slowly rose and then dispersed.

"How long has she been like this?" Tong Qiu took a deep breath and asked.

"It's been several days. She doesn't eat or drink, and she doesn't seem to listen to her words. If you don't come back, I will take her to the hospital for a nutrient solution." Wang Xiao threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it as if venting. After a few times, "What the hell is this called? Why... how can An'er have to live like this..."

Destiny is always digging a hole silently, waiting for people to jump down, and sometimes you can't see it, but the most terrifying thing is that you can't get around it, you can only let yourself fell to the bottom of the pit.

Wang Xiao looked at Han Ye'an's decadent look, and was very afraid that she would not be able to get up like this.Fortunately, Tong Qiu came back, which finally gave him some hope.She is the only one left in the Han family, but she is not really alone in this world.

"You... Can you spend more time with her these few days, I mean..." He scratched his head, not knowing what to say.It was also a huge blow to him to see a life end with his own eyes, even though it was so peaceful, so peaceful that it really seemed like a dream on a sleepy winter afternoon.

"I know, I will, don't worry." Tong Qiu raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "I will be with her, no matter what, she still has mine."

There is still a long future, she wants to accompany Han Ye'an farther and farther, watching her more and more dazzling, everything will definitely get better, all the pain will pass, and in this whole process, she will not allow herself to be absent for a while Minutes and seconds.

While Han Ye'an was still sleeping, Tong Qiu went home and told his parents about it.

"Mom, I want to take a few days off." She leaned against the kitchen door frame, her eyes were swollen.

Tong Ma hesitated, and after washing the dishes under the faucet for a while, she sighed in compromise: "Okay, I'll call the teacher later."

"Thank you, Mom." Tong Qiu smiled tiredly.

Mother Tong raised her hand and rubbed her head. She sympathized with the girl and felt sorry for her daughter, so she went out full of expectations.But encountered such a thing.

"I'm making soup, you wait for half an hour, I'll fry two more dishes, you take them over."

Tong Qiu's heart felt warm, and he walked over to hug his mother: "Mom, you are so kind."

"Silly girl." Mother Tong patted her on the back, "Birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can resist, be careful, don't be too stubborn, and try to persuade your friend, what a miserable child."

"Hmm..." Tong Qiu buried his head on his mother's shoulder, feeling like crying again.

When I returned to Qiushui Street, it was already dark, I put my things on the table, and gently opened the door to enter Han Ye'an's room.

Wang Xiao said that she hadn't eaten or drank for several days, so Tong Qiu didn't dare to let her sleep all the time, and lay down beside the bed to wake her up.

"Han Ye'an, get up, get up and eat."

Han Ye'an's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't wake up.

Tong Qiu didn't make any more noise, just lying on the side of the pillow, staring at her without blinking for a while, then stretched out his hand to stroke her eyelashes.The man frowned when he fell asleep, and there were still wet tears in the corners of his eyes.

How can there be such a distressed person?Can't the world treat her better?Tong Qiu felt angry and couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Xiaoqiu?" Han Yean woke up, smelled a familiar smell, spoke hoarsely, and her throat hurt.

"Yeah." Tong Qiu instantly hid his expression and put on a bright smile, "Are you hungry? Wake up and eat, my mother made the soup herself."

"Okay." Han Ye'an agreed.

Feeling exhausted, Han Ye'an almost fell to the ground due to dizziness when he got up, but Tong Qiu quickly supported him. "careful."

"It's okay." She was used to being aggressive.

Tong Qiu pursed his mouth and didn't say anything, but his hands became stronger.

With one person missing, the whole house seems to be empty, no matter how hard Tong Qiu tried to enliven the atmosphere, it would be of no avail.

"Our teacher is very interesting. It hurts my mouth to hear him speak, and the speed of his speech..." She told Han Yean another bowl of soup while telling the interesting things she had encountered these days.

"Okay," Han Ye'an raised his hand to press on top of her head, "Are you still going to class tomorrow? I'll clean it up, you go to bed early."

Tong Qiu couldn't pretend anymore, he pulled the chair and sat closer to Han Ye'an, and hugged her with open arms: "I asked for a week's leave to stay with you at home."

Han Ye'an froze, stepped back, looked at her with a serious expression: "No need to do this, don't..."

"Han Ye'an." Tong Qiu didn't smile any more, and was extremely firm: "I won't leave." She left, and Han Ye'an was really the only one left here.

Han Ye'an also tried to convince her, but her eloquence was really her shortcoming, and she had always been unable to do anything with Tong Qiu. Although she was angry in the end, she still didn't chase her away.

"Xiaoqiu, thank you." Lying on the bed, Han Ye'an stared at the ceiling and said.

Hearing her words, Tong Qiu turned sideways, folded his hands under his head, and looked at her in the light of the moon. "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah." It's really much better, the self-enclosure caused by excessive grief is broken, and it's much better after venting out.

She also turned sideways, and faced Tong Qiu face to face: "Grandma's age, it's a joy and death. I just can't accept it for a while... From now on, I'll be the only one." It's hard to admit it, but after saying it, there is a sharp and clear feeling in her heart The pain and the huge void made her feel a lot lighter. Those emotions and thoughts that she had been afraid to face were finally no longer imprisoned, and she felt very happy to be released.

The quilt was warmed by two human bodies, Tong Qiu reached out and grabbed Han Ye'an's hand, "It's not alone, you and me, I will be with you from now on."

In a daze, Han Ye'an remembered what she said to Tong Qiu when she left Tong's house ten years ago.

"When I come back, when I come back, I will always be with you."

Those naive and fearless childish lies eventually became promises that could not be kept.But fate still had some kindness towards her, and it didn't make her completely lose everything she cared about.

She didn't know how long it would take before she could justifiably stand in front of her with the posture she wanted, but what she was sure of was that this time, she would not lose anyone again. "Xiaoqiu." She looked at the person in front of her in the moonlight.

"Well, tell me." Tong Qiu didn't take any precautions, just pretending that she hadn't recovered yet.

"Call me sister, okay?"

Her voice was very soft, because of the events of the past few days, it was still husky and grainy.Tong Qiu's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and a distant memory was awakened by those two words, which made her feel dazed and resisted for a moment.But then he thought of what he said just now, if he wanted to stay by Han Ye'an's side all the time, he had to have an identity, so Han Ye'an wanted to treat her as his younger sister?

However, in the current situation, this is not impossible.The confession plan must have been muddled, and Han Ye'an, who just lost all his relatives, also needs a spiritual sustenance.

So, even though he was still a little awkward, Tong Qiu spoke up.

"elder sister."

However, these two simple words brought great satisfaction to Han Ye'an.A warm current spread to the bottom of her heart, and she bent her lips in satisfaction. "Um."

The author has something to say: the last few chapters have been a bit difficult to write, because I want to seriously conceive the plot, so I want to ask for a day off tomorrow, sorry to ask my friends to wait, and these days may not be able to reply to the comments one by one, but every I have read one of them, I love you guys, ^3^ What!