Girlfriend addicted to unrequited love (gl)

"...So that's how it is."

On the way to school with Yang Zongru, Yan Ziqiao told him all about her depressed mood, including Lai Renjie's pranks on her, the process when her tutor asked her to forgive Lai Renjie, and other things that other students thought she was narrow-minded.

"Obviously I'm the victim, but those people---" Yan Ziqiao kicked the pebbles on the asphalt road into the grass beside the road.

"Thank you." Yang Zongru comforted softly, "Indeed, 'like' should not be an excuse to cause trouble for others. If they bother you again tomorrow, I will help you refute them."

Yan Ziqiao was a little happy, at least now she knew that there were still people in this class who could understand her thoughts.

What's more, the person who agrees with him is still him.She glanced at Yang Zongru quietly, and an uncontrollable smile emerged from the corner of her mouth.

Before we knew it, we had reached the intersection where we usually parted ways.

"I'll go back to Luo, see you tomorrow."

She pointed to the road that was planted with terminalia trees, and at the end, she could vaguely see the mailbox that had been hit by a locomotive.

"Yan Ziqiao, that..."

"what?"

Yan Ziqiao stopped and looked back at him.

Yang Zongru seemed to have something to tell her, but after hesitating for a while, he gave up and waved his hand to say goodbye to her: "It's okay, see you tomorrow."

After parting from him, she walked a few steps, and a motorcycle stopped beside her with the sound of tires rubbing against the ground due to braking, and the motorcycle rider lifted the mask of his helmet.

"Little aunt!" After seeing the face under the mask, Yan Ziqiao shouted excitedly, "Why are you here?"

Yan Zhenzhen's bangs, which were suppressed by the helmet, stuck to her forehead due to sweat, and she casually wiped off the sweat with her hands wearing leather gloves: "Didn't I promise to come to see you yesterday? I also have something to say to you." Mom talks, so I came here, I just saw you on the road, get in the car, although there is not much road left."

Yan Ziqiao took the hard hat from Yan Zhenzhen. The hard hat was bright peach pink with stickers of Hello Kitty and unicorns on it.

"I'm sorry, let's take it easy, this is Xiaoying's new one." Yan Zhenzhen restarted the car, "I don't know what to say about her, she is already going to middle school, and she still buys this childish style."

Bai Kunying is Yan Zhenzhen's only daughter and also Yan Ziqiao's cousin. She is one year older than Yan Ziqiao. I heard that the little aunt's family is very busy every day because of her cousin's promotion to junior high school.

In front of Tutiancuo, Yan Zhenzhen took out a large bag of milk candy from the motorcycle seat cushion and gave it to Yan Ziqiao: "You like this very much, don't you? This is for you. Be careful not to let your mother find out."

Yan Ziqiao obediently hid the milk candy in her schoolbag. In fact, her mother almost let her affairs go. Occasionally, she felt that in her mother's eyes, she probably existed like a pet. She would be hugged and teased when she was happy. Once teased, I usually ignore it coldly.

And the reason why she followed Yan Zhenzhen's instructions was because after all, her mother still insisted in some places. She didn't know whether Yan Huiling would have any opinions on her eating snacks, and she didn't want to gamble on the chances.

Opening the door with a key, Yan Huiling gracefully raised a pair of slender legs, sitting on the sofa in the living room and reading a magazine. From the few paper bags on the low table, it can be inferred that she should have just returned from a department store, and probably from The smell of curry wafting from the kitchen on the second floor filled the living room.

Hearing the sound of the iron door being opened, Yan Huiling raised her head and said lazily, "Why are you here?"

She said that to Yan Zhenzhen who was behind Yan Ziqiao. Yan Ziqiao also became nervous when he saw the atmosphere between the two.The sisters Yan Huiling and Yan Zhenzhen selectively ignored each other's existence when they had to meet each other.

"I'm here to see Ziqiao, and I have something to talk to you about." Yan Zhenzhen ignored Yan Huiling's slightly frowning eyebrows, and said to Yan Ziqiao with a smile, "You go back to the room first, and I'll go up to find you later."

Yan Ziqiao nodded and went upstairs with her schoolbag on her back.

What exactly is the little aunt wanting to talk to her mother about?

She couldn't come up with a possible answer even after much thought. She sighed, leaning against the window, and unwrapped the caramel.

"That is?"

When she was swallowing the fourth caramel, a man wearing a peaked cap, a mask, and a hooded T caught her attention and interrupted her thoughts by the telephone pole outside the window.It wasn't for anything else, just because that person was staring straight at the window of her room, until Yan Ziqiao realized his gaze, he quickly looked away and hurriedly disappeared into another alley.

Was that person looking at himself just now?

Even though she knew that it might just be a passerby who happened to be looking this way, she still got goosebumps when she thought that her every move might be exposed to that person's eyes. What made her even more confused was, Although under the cover of the mask, he couldn't see his real appearance—even his gender was unclear, but she felt that figure looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it.

A few minutes later, she gave up thinking and threw another milk candy into her mouth. The sudden roar from downstairs made her jump, and the milk candy she couldn't swallow got stuck in her throat and choked.

"Stop joking! You always only think about yourself. Have you ever thought about Zi Qiao's feelings? What kind of mother are you?"

It was Yan Zhenzhen's voice, and they seemed to be arguing about themselves.

Want to go down and have a look?That's all for Yan Huiling, but Yan Zhenzhen is usually worried about her in the room, so no matter how angry she is, she will lower her volume, but this time it seems that the noise is more intense than usual, so intense that Yan Zhenzhen can't care about anything else, and yelled out Such a loud reprimand.

Just thinking about it like this made her a little worried, would the two of them fight?

Without thinking too long, driven by worry and curiosity, Yan Ziqiao jumped off the bed, crept down the stairs, and hid at the junction of the stairs on the second floor and the first floor. This position can be regarded as perfect for eavesdropping , neither let the people in the living room see her, but also can hear their conversation clearly.

Downstairs is still the voice of Yan Zhenzhen: "What do you want next? How long do you plan to continue to support that man? Ziqiao is getting older day by day. I just want to ask you, what do you think of Ziqiao? Are you serious?" Do you love her? Do you really think of her as your daughter?"

Compared with Yan Zhenzhen's voice that became sharp because of anger, Yan Huiling's voice is still calm and pleasant: "I tried to love her with the so-called maternal love in the world, but failed. I really still can't have any feelings. But after that, I found another value of her, for me, she is the guarantee that I can live a worry-free life, that is, my gemstone, how could I not love her?"

"Do you think that can really be called love?" Yan Zhenzhen seemed to be extremely angry, even her voice was trembling.

"Of course it is love, another form of love. I can even say with a clear conscience that I love her the most in this world."

Yan Ziqiao didn't want to listen anymore, so she chose to go back to the room.

In the dictionary, it is written in black and white that the definition of 'love' is a deep emotion for someone or something, but true love seems to be far more extensive and complex than the literal interpretation.

I don't understand, she really doesn't understand at all.

The phone vibrated at this moment, she sat by the window to check, the text message from Yan Zhenzhen was neither short nor long: I'm sorry, I had a fight with your mother just now, and I left in a fit of anger, I didn't stay with you today , I'll come see you the day after tomorrow, shall I?

It's okay, no need.

After all, Yan Zhenzhen also has a daughter to take care of, and out of the idea of ​​not wanting to cause trouble for the other party, she returned Yan Zhenzhen in this way.After replying to the message, she looked out the window, and the suspicious person did not appear again.

"Zi Qiao, it's time for dinner. We'll have curry for dinner."

Outside the door, Yan Huiling yelled at her, Yan Ziqiao was startled, and quickly called back: "I'm not hungry, I won't eat."

There was a moment of silence outside, then the sound of footsteps going upstairs, and then the door was opened.

"You can't skip dinner, dinner is very important, hurry up---"

Yan Huiling stopped in the middle of her sentence, because her eyes touched the milk candy on Yan Ziqiao's bed. Yan Ziqiao didn't expect her to come in, so she didn't have time to hide it.

She lowered her head with a guilty conscience, worried that she would be scolded for the reason that she couldn't eat the main meal because she was too busy eating snacks.

Unexpectedly, Yan Huiling didn't say much, she just showed a faint smile, closed the door, and left simply.

Obviously Yan Huiling didn't do anything, and she didn't get angry or blame her because of it, but Yan Ziqiao was extremely disturbed in her heart. The mother's last smile---

After school the next day, Yan Ziqiao opened the iron door of the house, passed the empty living room, and the light in the kitchen on the second floor was on.

She put her backpack in the room, and then went down to the second floor again, where her mother sat quietly at the kitchen table, still smiling at her.

It's beautiful, and it's creepy.

"Mother……"

"Are you full? Child."

Yan Ziqiao shook his head.

"That's right, I have something for you."

Four packs of milk candies were thrown heavily on the table after a few 'bang' and 'peng', Yan Ziqiao looked in astonishment at the table that was packed and filled up in the blink of an eye.

"Mother, this is..."

As if she thought her question was very interesting, Yan Huiling covered her mouth and smiled: "Your dinner, don't you like this very much? It's a pity that there are only a few packets left on the shelf. Come, finish it, all of it."

Yan Ziqiao took a step back in disbelief: "What? How could I eat all of this---"

"You can do it." Yan Huiling's expression was still smiling, but her eyes were cold, "Since yesterday you can give up the dinner because of the snacks given by 'her', doesn't it mean that in your heart, 'her' Is the position better than me? Now, you are going to reject me again? Because 'she' is more important than me?"

Yan Ziqiao lowered her head in fear, she knew who the 'she' her mother was talking about.

She didn't understand how these two things were related, but she knew that her mother's move was to vent her anger.

"I bought this specially for you, and it's also my love for you. If you don't accept it completely, then you are rejecting the love I gave you. Do you want to reject me?"

Yan Huiling asked again in a gentle voice.

Under the pressure of her mother's eyes and words, Yan Ziqiao finally gave in. She stepped forward step by step, sat down at the dining table, and stuffed all the milk candy into her mouth one by one.

During the period, she vomited more than once because of the sweet taste of milk candy, especially after swallowing the first pack, and the frequency of occurrence became more and more frequent, but when she raised her head and wanted to beg her mother for mercy, yes, Always just the mother's eyes without any emotion.

That look seemed to be looking at an item that still had residual value.

Until one o'clock in the morning, when she finally swallowed the last piece of candy, her mother stayed with her patiently.

"Good boy, so you won't have to give up your dinner for snacks next time, right? You just need to remember one thing, there is no one in the world who loves you more than your mother, even if It's the same for 'her', don't get close to 'her' anymore, the person who likes you the most is me, don't you love your mother the most too? Huh?"

Yan Huiling tilted her head, as if she was waiting for Yan Ziqiao to give her a satisfactory answer, but it was just a simple word "love", but she couldn't say it.

Seeing that she was silent, Yan Huiling raised her hand and raised Yan Ziqiao's chin. The bracelet of labradorite and diamonds on her hand also shone with dazzling brilliance as her movements, and the moment her mother touched her, from The strong nausea that emerged from his body almost made Yan Ziqiao dizzy.

"Go, go away!"

Yan Ziqiao hurriedly pushed her away, didn't even take her schoolbag, turned and ran upstairs, but her mother didn't follow.

She closed the door, threw the leftover half pack of milk candies under the pillow that her aunt bought for herself yesterday into the trash can, then sat down on the floor along the wall, the part of her face touched by her mother was still cold, It's not like the temperature that humans should have.

"The person who loves me the most..."

For a long time, the mother's words were still lingering in her mind.