come close to me hold me

Jiang Yien's reaction made her unexpected.This is not a look of jealousy and pique, he is clearly swaying her cuteness unscrupulously.

Looking at the little girl, the brows and eyes are full of love and joy that cannot be concealed. She didn't confront her proudly. She walked to her side and sat down. We are cute, is that why we are jealous?"

Jiang Yien hadn't heard An Xun call her "cute" for a long time, the first time she called her like that was three years ago at the door of Chen Nianci's house, surrounded by cool air and warm coat with undercurrents of ambiguity, recalling all this , The heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Smiling and narrowing his eyes, he rubbed his head towards An Xun's neck: "Then I don't know how to do it, Teacher An can teach me..."

The soft and charming eyes made the girl even more charming. An Xun's heart felt numb, and he turned sideways, touched the girl's cheek, looked at each other briefly, and couldn't help kissing her lightly.

"Hmm..." Jiang Yien has always "never refuses anyone who comes" to An Xun's everything, closing his eyes to enjoy An Xun's softness, tasting the taste of toffee left between his lips and teeth, falling obsessively.

In the past few days, she really fulfilled her so-called "little farewell to newlyweds", in the study, in the kitchen, on the sofa, on the carpet... Whenever, no matter what the situation, as long as they look at each other for a short time, the corners of their lips are attracted to each other , inseparable.

Therefore, I also indulged several times during the holidays, resulting in sore hands and backaches, weak breath and unwillingness to stop.

The kiss that An Xun started first always comes and goes gently and softly. Jiang Yien also likes this kind of love full of pity the most, snuggling in his arms, blinking her big eyes with aura, and said contentedly: "Sister An , I forgive you."

An Xunben was still melted by the fact that the girl was so easy to satisfy, and then reacted, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, frowned, and complained softly: "No, I didn't do anything wrong, why should you forgive me?"

Jiang Yien pursed her mouth into a straight line, tried her best to hold back a sly smile, her dimples showed, and she was completely exposed.With an idea, she pre-empted the attack again, acting coquettishly and cutely: "An Xiaoai, my hands are so sore, can you rub them for me?"

"Sore hands?" Sure enough, An Xiaoai paid attention to it all of a sudden, with a simple face: "Why are hands sore? This operation is not enough to..."

She smiled smugly, and complained softly: "It's not the surgery, it's you."

An Xun paused for a moment, then realized that he had been teased by the little girl again, and shrugged off the hand that had just been held in concern, and reproached in a low voice: "Jiang Yi'en!"

"Wrong! Sister An spared me..."

Before the words fell, there was a knock on the door suddenly.It's lunch break now, and no one will disturb you if there is no emergency. The two immediately straightened up and got up to open the door.

Outside the door was a strange woman with an outstanding temperament, but her complexion was a little pale. She was holding a medical record and a medical record in her hands. She was obviously here to see a doctor.

"An Xun, long time no see."

Jiang Yien paused, then looked back at An Xun in doubt, and saw that her lips were tightly closed, her brows were lightly fixed, and there was not much emotion in her eyes.After only being stunned for a moment, he regained his usual calmness, sat down at the reception desk, and picked up the state of work.

"What's the matter with me?"

The woman also stepped forward and sat down, and handed the medical records and films on the table: "I have had pain in my upper abdomen for more than a month. I went to the Department of Gastroenterology for a CT in the morning, and the doctor over there transferred the chest."

An Xun walked through the consultation process normally, and in silence, the woman said again: "I heard that you are now a knife here, have you given up the violin?"

Jiang Yi'en's face was serious, and he was even more sure that the person who came was not an ordinary patient.After all, the violin is a private and sensitive topic for An Xun. She walked behind An Xun, held her shoulders, and looked at the woman in the opposite corner with some hostility.

An Xun's body froze for a while, and he relaxed a little when he felt the warmth from his shoulders.After seeing the CT, he didn't express his opinion, and handed it back to Jiang Yien: "Come and see."

Adhering to professional ethics, Jiang Yien could only let go of his grievances temporarily, the CT showed that the situation was not optimistic, and his brows could not help but frown.

"How long have you been coughing and wheezing?"

The woman responded: "It's been two or three years, I've been abroad, and I didn't pay much attention to it."

Seeing that the little girl was silent, An Xun guided, "Continue to judge."

"Compared to the obvious increase half a year ago, considering the malignancy, I personally recommend surgical treatment, a thoracoscopic right upper lobe resection, and the specific decision must be made through consultation..." Jiang Yien pursed her lips, paying attention to the patient's emotions, I didn't say any more.

The woman held back her tears and was silent for a while. Before she came, she had already understood the condition clearly, and she had done some mental construction, so she asked frankly, "An Xun, tell me the truth, how long can I live?"

An Xun was stunned for a moment, but his tone was softer: "It depends on the effect of the operation, so don't be too pessimistic. According to past cases, the survival rate within five years can reach more than 90.00%. Go to the hospital first, as soon as possible." Arrange surgery and don't think too much."

"Can you operate on me yourself?"

Facing the kind of helpless pleading in his eyes, An Xun only replied lightly: "I obey the arrangement of the hospital."

The woman nodded with a light sigh, and didn't bother too much. When she got up and walked to the door, she stopped and looked back slightly.

"Actually, I've been thinking all these years, if I hadn't left you because of my future, would we have become two happy old ladies in the future?"

With a sigh, he walked out the door with heavy steps.

An Xun's eyes were startled, but he regained his composure for a moment.Jiang Yien took a slap in the face, and only then did he deal with a little kid, and another sick beauty came.Today's vinegar jar can be regarded as completely overturned.

After the brain storm worked, she suddenly thought of where she had seen that woman.

"She's... that Italian violinist..."

"Well, it's the protagonist of the concert we met by chance." An Xun answered calmly, without looking back, and continued to check the operation schedule for next week on the computer.

It was only now that Jiang Yien matched that woman with someone in his mind, the one who never cared about it, but always put it in his heart inadvertently—An Xun's former crush.

Seeing that An Xun was still anxious about the case at hand, she also wanted to ease her mood, so she didn't hide her jealousy at all, and asked coquettishly around her neck:

"An Xiaoai, I've read your diary many times. The person who played the violin that you had a crush on when you were a student can't be her..."

An Xun's heart skipped a beat. When he handed the diary to the girl, he almost told the whole story. He only took care to hide the part where he first met in the library. He didn't expect that the girl would be executed face to face one day.

My mood was already agitated, but at this moment I heard the aggressiveness in the girl's words, and finally I was a little bit happier. I couldn't help but admit without hesitation: "It's her right, it's all about my childhood."

"Let me just say, to be liked by you, you must be excellent and beautiful..." Jiang Yien pouted.

An Xun was stunned for a moment, looked back, turned around, squinted and hooked the tip of Jiang Yien's nose: "Are you praising yourself?" She sighed with a smile, and then recalled with a bit of sadness in her eyes: "We grew up together since we were young." Big, she was my best friend when I was young, and also my mother's student, she happened to go to Milan when my mother passed away, so we lost contact."

Jiang Yien raised his eyebrows slightly, unexpectedly, he accidentally poked An Xun's hidden pain again, and when An Xiaoai, who comforted her, mentioned these pains again, he was much more relaxed and calm than before.

No wonder An Xun would reject people for thousands of miles, no wonder she would lose confidence in all emotions, it turns out that that year she not only lost her family, but also lost her friendship, and even her budding love.

"Then... If she didn't leave, would you..." She was stuck in her throat, thinking about what the woman had left before she left the house just now, she still felt shivering in her heart.

An Xun sighed softly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be looking far away: "After all, she is my most important friend. In the past, I really cared about her. I also mistakenly thought that, I love her."

Jiang Yien's heart sank, and his displeasure was palpable: "Mmm..."

An Xun then explained: "She is very talented in the violin, and she is the most proud student of my mother. In order to make my mother happy when I was young, I wished I could become her. But I didn't realize until I met true love. The favor and secret love of my mother is actually nothing more than a little obsession with fulfilling my mother's expectations."

"Are you sure? Then how do you know if it's been too long and the feeling of heartbeat is gone. Maybe you really loved her before?" Jiang Yien asked persistently.

"Because it's very different, silly girl..." An Xun got up and rubbed her hair, eyes filled with love, looked at her tears, and confided seriously:

"My heart for you is unprecedented."

Jiang Yien's heart is warm and satisfied.

In fact, she understood, from the lines in the diary, she had already seen that even if An Xun really had a little ignorant love for the violinist, it was too insignificant compared to their hotness.

All she wanted was the confirmation that An Xun said personally.

During the years spent abroad, looking through An Xun's past is her pleasure and also her antidote.She saw an outstanding young girl who was able to make a well-founded criticism based on the teacher's words, "There will be an inspection by the leader on Monday, and the cleaning will be done today."

The shadow of a good teacher was buried at that time.

In addition to these, she also saw an ordinary history of growing up, love for her sister, mixed feelings for her mother, complaints about the big and small things around her... She read every word carefully, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, In the delicate and lovely emotions, An Xun's mysterious past is revealed little by little, and the inseparable soul is slowly becoming concrete.

In the diary of the last year, there are only a few entries, all about one person.

The 30-year-old An Xun has passed the sad age of the boy who "loved the upper floors", and also passed the period when he was good at expressing emotions and expressions. These chapters are not thick and colorful, but they reveal the deepest affection .

Only then did she realize that the smart sister An was also nervous and flustered when faced with sudden love, but also affectionate and soft.I was also surprised that An Xun would also secretly poke and mock the revolutionary friendship between her and Brother Su: "I should give her enough sense of security, so as not to find such an unreliable person as a military adviser."

What's romantic is that the first love that An Xun vaguely described was her. After reading all the text, she is still sure that she is the person she loves the most in the long years.

"Sister An...then her illness..."

An Xun interrupted her softly: "Break time, don't talk about work."

"Xiao En, didn't you ask me what Yu private is? I'll tell you now."

"Actually, since you stuffed milk candy into my palm, I have vaguely felt that I care about you in my heart, so I am trying to escape. I thought that as long as I was strict enough to you, I could stop us from getting closer But you just hid in the pharmacy that I once hid, and you became my tenant again, and you are so determined to unite with me, defend me, and be considerate of me..."

"So, I can't help it. I even secretly lit a cigarette and tried to deceive myself that my concern for you was not love, but I still fell in love with you out of control."

"Maybe it's absurd to say these things at this age, because of you, I believe it's love at first sight."

She confessed her love from beginning to end like a trickle, just to smooth the little bit of jealousy in the girl's heart.

She didn't expect that her childhood friend would say such words to her today after many years of absence. If it made her girl feel a little bit wronged and sour, that would be the biggest loss today.

Jiang Yien was stunned, and his heart exploded with surprise.

The pack of cigarettes came because of her, and the milk candy had already deceived An Xun's heart. When she thought she was still an insignificant follower, when she was distressed by the ambiguity and the moths to the flame , An Xun was already silently caring about her.

These dreams that she only dared to dream at night before, unexpectedly came true unexpectedly.

An Xun is not an isolated island, and neither is she. People come and go, and there are always people who stay and look around inadvertently.

But they still became the only unswerving ones in each other's lives.

Jealousy never made her wronged, but An Xun's meticulousness made her nose sore, and her tears almost fell down.There were too many words choked in the throat, and it was hard to say them, so I had to lie on my shoulders and let out a crying voice:

"Sister An, I love you so much..."