she is not happy

Ye Qinghe restrained her emotions, hugged Wen Yi tightly, and put aside all distracting thoughts in her heart. At this moment, she just wanted to stay with Wen Yi quietly.

"Go to sleep." Ye Qinghe took a deep breath and faced Wen Yi again. She didn't have the courage to do whatever she wanted with her like before. Wen Yi is someone who deserves to be loved and cared for, but she used that kind of behavior before. way to treat her.My previous self was too despicable, more of a vent of hatred.

Thinking of this, Ye Qinghe's heart felt stuffy, and he didn't want to speak any more.

"Ye Qinghe."

"Don't leave me again."

Wen Yi buried herself in Ye Qinghe's arms, muttering in a low voice, but she couldn't get a response from Ye Qinghe, Wen Yi raised her eyes to look at the person, and saw that she closed her eyes tightly, as if she was asleep.

After she revealed her heart, the relationship between the two seemed to have changed overnight. The things that happened frequently before were gone now.

Ye Qinghe seemed to have returned to his college days, that unmoving and ascetic look.

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Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, the New Year's goods at home are almost ready.

Early this morning, someone knocked on the door.Wen Yi came out of the room and saw Wen Yao standing aside, looking at her timidly.Wen Yao is introverted and doesn't like dealing with outsiders very much.

"What happened?" Wen Yi went back to the room, put on her coat, and asked Wen Yao.

"I don't know." Wen Yao shook his head, looking nervous.On weekdays, everyone in the family needs keys, and the Wen family also rarely interacts with outsiders. Almost no one will knock on the door of their house.

Through the cat's eyes, Wen Yi saw two workers in blue uniforms.

Wen Yi unlocked the anti-theft lock and opened the door again.

"Hello, are you Wen Yi, Miss Wen?" The worker asked, looking at the address of the goods list and the house number of Wen Yi's house.

"Yes." Wen Yi nodded, her gaze fell on the box behind the worker.

"The air conditioner you ordered has been delivered to you, please sign for it." The worker handed the delivery note to Wen Yi and said politely.

"Do we have an air conditioner in our house?" Wen Yi looked back suspiciously, her eyes fell on Wen Yao, who shook her head hastily, with a look of incomprehension.

"I ordered it." Ye Qinghe walked out of the washroom with his usual calmness on his face.

Wen Yi stared at her with wide eyes, and saw Ye Qinghe stepped forward and pulled the zipper of her coat from the bottom to the neck, almost pinching her chin.

Ye Qinghe took the pen from the worker, and signed her name on the delivery note in a fluttering manner.

"Hello, where should this air conditioner be placed?" The worker moved the air conditioner into the living room and asked.

"This way." Ye Qinghe pointed to the vacant corner of the living room, and said lightly.

"Okay." The workers got the order and started to work.

After a while, the air conditioner was installed. Press the remote control, and warm hot air blows in. After a while, the whole room is warmed up.

Wen Yi pulled Ye Qinghe aside, and said something earnestly.

"Ye Qinghe, we don't usually live at home, this air conditioner is really a waste."

"You can't use it, but it doesn't mean that Aunt Liu won't be available at home in the future." Ye Qinghe raised his eyes and said lightly.

"My mother." Wen Yi bit the corner of her lips, she hesitated to speak, she told Ye Qinghe before that her mother was going to cook New Year's Eve dinner at someone else's house, and she would not come back for the New Year.

"And uncle, uncle is getting old, and it's hard to spend a new year at home, and I hope he can live more comfortably." Ye Qinghe said in a low voice.

"..." Wen Yi looked at Ye Qinghe speechlessly, feeling that since she confessed, this guy has been a little too enthusiastic.

"How much is it, I'll transfer it to you." Wen Yi took out her mobile phone, looked at Ye Qinghe, one yard for one, the relationship between her and Ye Qinghe should not involve money.

"I'll talk about it later." Ye Qinghe said lightly.

Then, on this day, there were frequent knocks on the door of Wen's house. From the air conditioner to the TV to the refrigerator, Ye Qinghe replaced all the home appliances in the house.

After Wen Jian finished shopping, took out the key, and opened the door, she froze at the door.

"Dad." Wen Yi called out.

Wen Jian came back to her senses, a look of surprise flashed across her face, and she put the dishes and keys on the table beside her.

"Niuniu, what's going on?"

"Sister Ye bought them all." Wen Yao handed over the water glass to Wen Jian, rushed ahead of Wen Yi, and told Wen Jian in advance.

"I thought I entered the wrong house." Wen Jian smiled, took the water glass, sat aside, drank the water, looked at the furnishings in the house, looked at Wen Yi who was on the side, and whispered in a low voice.

"Have you given the dowry in advance?"

"Xiaoye, are you going to marry my daughter?"

"Dad, she told me that she doesn't like me." Wen Yi smiled wryly, and then glanced at Ye Qinghe who was busy in the kitchen.

"I don't like you, but I'm still busy with our family affairs. If I like you, it's fine." Wen Jian looked at the two who were fascinated by the authorities, sighed softly, and said something.

"...." Wen Yi quietly looked at Ye Qinghe in the kitchen, her thoughts were a little messed up.

In the kitchen, Ye Qinghe was cutting vegetables, Wen Yi walked to her side calmly, the familiar warm fragrance hit her, before Wen Yi could speak, Ye Qinghe knew it was Wen Yi who came in.She stopped what she was doing and looked at Wen Yi who was beside her.

"Do you need my help?" Wen Yi rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair arms. She raised her lips slightly, revealing a slight dimple.

"You handle this." Ye Qinghe handed over the work to Wen Yi, turned around and walked towards the stove.

Seeing Ye Qinghe flipping the pot skillfully, Wen Yi couldn't help but smile.She never imagined that Ye Qinghe, who is extremely cleanliness on weekdays, would like to cook.

When Ye Qinghe was cooking in the kitchen, he wore black gloves and cut vegetables in an orderly manner, looking like a professional chef.

Wen Yi helped Ye Qinghe, and when the food was ready, Wen Yao came in and brought out the finished food.

At the dining table, the four of them were eating dinner. This kind of relationship was natural and cordial.

After dinner, the sensible Wen Yao contracted to wash the dishes, while Wen Jian went back to her room to rest.

In the living room, Wen Yi and Ye Qinghe were sitting together, watching the newly bought big TV.

"Sister, the fruit has been washed." Wen Yao brought the fruit to the table.

"Thank you." Wen Yi stacked the fruits one by one into the bento box, put them away, and put them in the refrigerator.

"Wen Yi, what are these fruits used for?" Ye Qinghe looked at Wen Yi and asked in confusion.

"I want to visit my uncle and aunt tomorrow." Wen Yi looked back at Ye Qinghe and said softly.

Ye Qinghe was startled, and soon realized that the uncles and aunts Wen Yi was talking about were her parents.

"Sister Ye, every year ago, my sister and I would go to Qingshan to light lamps for our uncles and aunts." Wen Yao walked up to Ye Qinghe and handed her an apple.

"Thank you." Ye Qinghe took the apple and held it in his hand, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Sister Ye, don't be unhappy. We will be by your side this year." Wen Yaoxian rarely revealed his true feelings. At this moment, he felt Ye Qinghe's sadness, because his mother was also entangled in illness.

Wen Yi patted Wen Yao on the shoulder, signaling him to go back to the room first.Wen Yao nodded, looked at Ye Qinghe again, and entered his bedroom with lowered eyes.

Wen Yi sat beside Ye Qinghe, stroking her back, and helped her ease her current emotions. This was the first time they mentioned Ye Qinghe's parents positively, and these were unavoidable facts.

After a while, Ye Qinghe sighed lightly and regained his senses.

"Feeling better?" Wen Yi asked softly.

"Well, thank you." Ye Qinghe nodded, with a flash of sadness in his cold eyes, he looked at Wen Yi, revealing his inner thoughts.

"Actually, I was very sad after my parents passed away, but I couldn't cry. I couldn't even express my grief like ordinary people."

"It's not your fault." Wen Yi patted Ye Qinghe's shoulder, wanting to take her into her arms very distressed.She finally understood why Ye Qinghe cried so sadly when he saw her in college.

"En." Ye Qinghe nodded lightly, looked at Wen Yi, with a smile on his lips.

"I'll go with you tomorrow."

"Okay." Wen Yi nodded slightly.

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The next day, Ye Qinghe and Wen Yi got up early in the morning, she looked at the raindrops hanging on the window, thinking.

"Ye Qinghe, what are you thinking?" Wen Yi put on her coat, looked at Ye Qinghe standing in front of the window, and asked softly.

"Every time I go to worship my parents, it seems to be raining." Ye Qinghe looked back and said softly.

"God must be crying for you."

"Is that so?" Ye Qinghe felt relieved when she heard such an explanation. Even though she couldn't cry, it didn't affect her thinking about her parents in the slightest.

Wen Yi took Ye Qinghe's hand, pulled her to her side, stood on tiptoe and wrapped a thick scarf around her.

"It's cold on the mountain, cover up tightly, don't catch a cold." Wen Yi blinked her peachy eyes, and smiled softly.

"Thank you." Ye Qinghe felt a warm feeling in his heart as he touched the soft scarf.The big stone suppressed in her heart disappeared, and she no longer needed to hide anything from Wen Yi.

And she wasn't alone anymore.

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On the green hill, there was light rain falling, Wen Yi and Ye Qinghe stood in front of the tomb, Wen Yi placed flowers and fruits in front of the tomb, folded her devout hands together, and said softly in front of the tomb.

"Uncle, aunt, Ye Qinghe and I have come to see you."

Ye Qinghe stared at the tombstone, with sadness in his cold eyes, this was the first time she and Wen Yi came to visit her late parents.

The two stood quietly in front of the tomb for a long time, taking what they wanted to say into their hearts.

As the two walked down the steps, Ye Qinghe asked softly.

"Wen Yi, do you come here often?"

"I will come to see them every year and festival." Wen Yi said softly.

"why?"

"You have been abroad these years, and you definitely don't have time to visit them, so I will visit them more for you."

"Thank you." Ye Qinghe said lightly with lowered eyes.

"In the future, we will come and see them often." Wen Yi held Ye Qinghe's arm, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"Okay." Ye Qinghe nodded.

The two continued walking together, suddenly Ye Qinghe raised his head and sighed softly, the white mist blurred around her lips.

"Just now in front of the grave, I told my parents something from my heart."

"Huh?" Wen Yi turned her head to look at Ye Qinghe, saw her cold eyes flashed a trace of calmness, and looked at her deeply, the raindrops fell on their feet along the umbrella, Ye Qinghe's thin lips hooked, revealing a smile With a smile, he said in a cold voice.

"Reassure them that I am no longer alone in this world."