Was taken away by seniors after breaking up

The soft kisses gradually deepened, and after waiting for Ben, they separated and lay down on the sofa.

Zheng Lan held Pei Yan's hand, played with her fingers one by one, leaned against him, and said in a weak voice: "Your birthday that year left you with bad memories, so I want to do it again and try my best. Same, don’t remember the previous one in the future.”

After a while, Pei Yan tightened his fingers and lowered his head to touch his forehead.

"No, you want me to forget so easily?"

Zheng Lan knew that he was moved, the watch on his wrist was shining, so he touched it again.

"If you give it away, it's mine. You still have cream on hand, so don't get dirty with me."

Pei Yan withdrew her hands while talking, Zheng Lan grabbed it, put on her slippers and climbed on him, and sat down with her legs apart.

At this time, no one cares about showing off, Zheng Lan wraps her arms around Pei Yan's waist and sinks into his arms, closes her eyes, like someone who has finally returned home.

"I haven't hugged you for a long time."

Both fell silent.

In the end, only one person ate a small piece of the cake, and Zheng Lan sealed the rest and put them in the refrigerator.

After washing, Zheng Lan climbed onto the bed and hugged Pei Yan again.

Pei Yan shook him and asked, "Who am I? Are you just hugging me like this?"

Zheng Lan didn't answer, he asked again: "Did you throw you away if you didn't speak?"

"What's wrong with me hugging my future boyfriend?" Zheng Lan pinched Pei Yan's lower abdomen, her hand hurt.

He stopped making trouble, retracted into the bed, covered himself up, turned over again, and fell asleep.

Sleepiness gradually climbed up his mind, Zheng Lan felt his side shaking slightly, Pei Yan lay down and hugged him, and in a daze he held Pei Yan's palm on his soft belly.

"I'm going home to buy a house with my account book."

Pei Yan gave an "um" inaudible emotion, but tightened her fingers.

"The back and forth is very fast, do you want to go with me?" Zheng Lan asked.

Pei Yan hugged the person from behind, through a layer of pajamas, buried her head and pecked at the tattoo on Zheng Lan's shoulder.

"it is good."

In the morning, Pei Yan sent Zheng Lan to work in the hospital, and happened to meet the director when he got off the car.Zheng Lan turned around to hide, but was pushed back by Pei Yan.

When the director saw them together, he was surprised at first, and then came over to say hello to Pei Yan: "Boss Pei, why did you come here with Xiao Zheng today?"

Pei Yan looked down at Zheng Lan, who was embarrassed, and said teasingly, "I drank with Dr. Zheng yesterday to relieve my worries."

Unexpectedly, these two people had a private contact, the director didn't react, he was stunned, and was about to speak, Zheng Lan glanced at the phone and said: "I'm going to be late."

The director didn't continue, and after a brief farewell, he walked to the elevator with Zheng Lan.

The two stood in the elevator, and the director hesitated for a while before saying, "It's a good thing to make friends."

"I know the director." Zheng Lan felt flustered when he thought of the look that the director gave him when Pei Yan left.

After sending Zheng Lan away, Pei Yan returned to the company alone.

As soon as he arrived at the floor, the assistant stood outside the elevator to meet him and said, "Boss Tang is in your office."

Pei Yan's heart skipped a beat, probably thinking of what would happen.

Pushing the door open and walking in, Tang Du sat directly opposite the desk, with a few pages of bound papers by his hand.

"It's almost the same," Tang Du handed him the information, "I have some guesses, and I think you can see it too."

"Thanks, I'll take a look myself." Pei Yan sat down, saw Tang Du walk to the door, put his hand on the doorknob and turned back.

"No matter what you think the result is, for such a big matter, I think you need to communicate with Zheng Lan."

Pei Yan said in a deep voice, "Understood, thank you."

Zheng Lan and Pei Yan haven't had much contact these days, and Zheng Lan took the initiative to ask Pei Yan when they chatted occasionally.

Pei Yan didn't reply much, but she would still talk to him in a timely manner.Zheng Lan knew something was wrong, but she couldn't say it out. She just understood that they hadn't fully explained their words.

Before leaving, Zheng Lan sent a message to Song Meiqing, but Song Meiqing did not reply.

In the morning, Pei Yan was picking up people downstairs, Zheng Lan trotted up, saw no one around, then slightly raised her head and kissed his cheek, and smiled at him: "Why are you wearing so little?"

Pei Yan looked at him, as if distracted, and said after a while: "I'm not as afraid of the cold as you are."

After getting in the car, Zheng Lan took off his scarf and gloves, while Pei Yan was still staring at him.

Zheng Lan asked what was wrong, but he didn't speak, shook his hand, and drove away.

Pei Yan's condition was not right, Zheng Lan didn't sleep even though she was sleepy, and kept chatting with him.

On the way, the car stopped at the service area. Zheng Lan wanted to go down to buy him something to eat, but just as he opened the door, Pei Yan grabbed his wrist and brought him back. He pressed a kiss on his lips and said, "I want something sweet."

With bright eyes, Zheng Lan touched Pei Yan's eyes and watched him cast a glance at her.

"come back earlier."

After passing the toll booth, the car drove into a familiar road.

Zheng Lan leaned on the seat with her head turned out of the window.

The trees on the side of the road are bleak, one after another, just off the highway, there was a dilapidated town, but now there are tall buildings.

"Actually, I haven't been back for many years." Zheng Lan raised her head, wanting to take a closer look at those trees, because she felt that the winter in this city was not like this in memory, and everything seemed to have changed.

"Two or three roads here have been rebuilt." Pei Yan said.

Zheng Lan turned to look at him, her eyes widened slightly, as if she was wondering why he knew.

Pei Yan didn't panic at all, and what he said didn't seem to be made up: "I often come here on business trips."

He didn't turn on the navigation, but turned into the intersection accurately. Zheng Lan pretended to forget, insisting on saying: "Did we go wrong? I don't remember this way. Is this turn too early?"

"This road has been changed a long time ago." Pei Yan said.

After he was quiet for a while, he said again: "Yes, I used to be afraid that you would not tell me when you came back, so I often came here on business trips by myself."

Pei Yan glanced at Zheng Lan, who was nestling in the seat, not looking very happy.

"I told you all, aren't you happy?"

"Well," Zheng Lan turned her head and said, "How can I be happy?"

Pei Yan no longer brought up this topic.

The car is still parked in that alley, but the alley has also changed a lot.The old buildings have been demolished, and it is currently a construction site.

Zheng Lan didn't get out of the car and said, "Don't stop, just drive to my door."

Pei Yan froze for a moment, holding the steering wheel slightly tighter.

"I won't go there, you just go in and get your things, I'll wait for you here."

After Zheng Lan heard his words and opened the door, Pei Yan felt relieved.

Stepping out of the car with one foot, Zheng Lan paused, then sat back, hooked Pei Yan's neck, and their foreheads were pressed against each other.

"I don't know what's wrong with you." Zheng Lan opened her eyes, only seeing Pei Yan's lowered eyelids, "If you have anything to tell me, we can solve it together."

Without tenderness for a few seconds, Zheng Lan felt that Pei Yan probably needed to think about it by himself, but the way he left was not unrestrained.He couldn't see through the car window, so he turned his head and waved to Pei Yan.

Pei Yan looked at his back, but stared at that shoulder.

How did you carry it down by yourself?

For so many years, I miss him and my grandma very much, right?

Why didn't you tell him when you said you wanted to settle it together?

Thousands of depressions came to my heart, Pei Yanshu couldn't help it, got out of the car and lit a cigarette, still thinking about those few pages.

The first is Zheng Lan's resume, which is a normal medical student's experience, and the last is the investigation on the day of grandma's death.

The time when the old man was sent to the ward happened to be when Pei Yan left, and the person who carried the old man to the doctor was also Zheng Lan.

Running up from the garden on the ground floor, Pei Yan knew that he was saying goodbye to Zheng Lan as soon as he closed his eyes.

The couple who were passionately in love had some overly intimate contact when they said goodbye, but they didn't notice the old man not far away.

Zheng Lan's family did not approve of his idea, and Pei Yan knew this early on.

Amid the smog, he began to hate himself again. Why didn't he want to know more about it back then, why didn't he believe in Zheng Lan's feelings.

However, it was too late, and two years passed between them, becoming a scar that needed to be healed.

He just wanted to be nicer to him.

Compensation may be useless, and no matter how nice the words are, they are empty promises.

Pei Yan looked at Zheng Lan's direction and thought for a moment that she had returned to the winters of previous years.

He also often stands here like this, staring at the streets where there are no people and no one is lost in thought.

Zheng Lan has not been home for a long time.After opening the door, I found that the furnishings in the house had changed.The tea table that Zheng An used to like was removed, the small garden was empty, and the carpet was removed from the living room.

He bent down and changed his shoes before he entered the house and went to the study.

There are several more cabinets under the desk. Song Meiqing said before that the household registration book is in there and asked him to find it by himself.

After flipping from the first floor to the last floor, Zheng Lan couldn't find it, so Zheng Lan looked for the closet on the other side.

There are many files stacked in this cabinet, stacked one by one.

After finding the last floor, Zheng Lan found a box.

It wasn't locked, and the suit looked old. Zheng Lan put her fingers on the lock, and seemed to have some faint memories of this small box.

He opened it anyway, and was stunned when he saw the thin yellow paper on the top.

This is grandma's stuff.

He opened the piece of paper, and there were a watch grandma wore when she was young, a pair of presbyopic glasses, a pen, an unfinished scarf, and a diary.

The old objects were covered with yellow dust, Zheng Lan took the scarf out of the box first, and simply sat down on the floor.

The red scarf was scattered on the ground. He touched the pen with his hand, but saw the diary beside him.

Zheng Lan has some impressions about her grandma's writing. What impressed her most was the last time her grandma was in the hospital. She would occasionally write about it, but she never let them read it.

Zheng Lan opened the diary, the words were written with a pen, the blue ink has faded now.

Zheng Lan hastily flipped through the first few pages until she found the last suicide note.

Eyes gradually became dry, and the speed of turning pages became very slow, until the last punctuation fell, Zheng Lan staggered her body, covered her face with her hands, tears trickled down her fingers, and dripped on the floor.

As soon as he closed the book with his hand, there was a sound of the door opening behind him.

Song Meiqing didn't even change her shoes, she was still stepping on high heels, making sharp noises on the wooden floor.

The sight was Zheng Lan's arched back, Song Meiqing asked, "Did you find it?"

"Why didn't you tell me that grandma left these?" Zheng Lan turned her head tremblingly, her eyes were frighteningly red.

"Didn't you already see it?" Song Meiqing fell back a few steps with her fingernails digging into the door, and left in a hurry.

Zheng Lan stood up from the ground, looked for the household registration book, and collected all the things left by her grandmother, and took them with her.

He threw the key on the coffee table, and there was a series of metal clinking sounds.

Looking up again, he seemed to see his grandmother's back in the garden that he could see across the balcony.

The old man is wearing glasses and is knitting him a new scarf this winter.

So he stopped by the door for a while, rubbing the handle with his palm.

He had knocked on this door before, was punished by Zheng An to stand by this coffee table, and read many books in that study.This, too, was once his home, though less pleasantly so.

Finally, his eyes fell on his own room. Zheng Lan still remembered the day when Song Meiqing broke everything and lost his family completely.

Pushing the door open, the air with some winter temperature was extraordinarily fresh. With a light push, the heavy door closed with a click.

He ran out lightly, and the appearance of that alley had never been so clear in his mind.

It seems that I saw my grandma writing under that window. At that time, she was often unconscious, and she couldn't even hold the pen steadily, but she wanted to tell Zheng Lan stroke by stroke.

"Grandma likes everything you like. Your happiness for the rest of your life is grandma's only wish."

Turning the corner, he was out of breath, and when he raised his head, he saw Pei Yan's profile.

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