Stop fishing, can't stand it

Yan Qi: I found out.

The door was slightly closed, and Song Xueyan heard a muffled sound outside, he stepped forward wonderingly, and just as he reached out to grab the doorknob, Yan Qi appeared by the door.

Song Xueyan withdrew her hand, hugged the prince firmly in her arms, and asked, "Did something fall?"

"It's my storage box that fell." Maybe it was a guilty conscience, Yan Qi felt that the prince's rolling eyes had seen him through, he used his life's acting skills, and pretended to be natural, "I'm sweating when I move things, I think Take a bath, if my brother and the others come later, you should prepare first, and I will come out after packing up."

"Okay, let's wash it." Song Xueyan closed the door, leaned over and put the prince on the ground, first went to the kitchen to prepare a set of water glasses, just after cleaning, the doorbell rang.

As soon as the door opened, Fu Yanle appeared like a spring onion, "Dangdangdang!"

Yu Jingchen stood behind, holding a big full bag in each hand, Song Xueyan stepped aside and greeted Yu Jingchen.

Fu Yanle turned against customers, opened the shoe cabinet, found a pair of disposable slippers, put them at Yu Jingchen's feet, and took out his own household slippers familiarly.

Song Xueyan reached out to take the bag from Yu Jingchen, put it on the kitchen counter, and said loudly, "What do you want to drink?"

"Let's drink water now. I brought two bottles of red wine. I'll open it later." Fu Yanle walked around the room, "Where's Ah Qi? Brothers came to the door, but he didn't come out respectfully to greet him." ?”

"Washing in the house." Song Xueyan filled two cups of warm water, walked over and put them on the tea table in the living room.Yu Jingchen had already taken a seat on the sofa, his tall body and handsome face were more oppressive than Yan Qi's, and Song Xueyan was just hesitating whether to exchange a few words of pleasantries when Fu Yanle jumped over and lifted him up.

"Go, I have something to tell you!" Fu Yanle grabbed Song Xueyan's wrist, and while walking to the balcony outside the living room, he waved at Yu Jingchen, "Brother Chen, you can watch the TV by yourself, as long as you are at home."

Yu Jingchen nodded, seeing Song Xueyan being pushed into the balcony, Fu Yanle turned around and closed the glass door in the middle, and pulled the curtains, full of mystery.Yu Jingchen clicked his tongue, leaned over and picked up the prince who was about to follow up and hit the door, gently rubbed the prince's head as if venting his anger, and whispered, "Why are there so many secrets, huh?"

The prince couldn't understand, but he felt that this human being was slightly sour and not a good-tempered person.

So she meowed twice, as a show of coquettishness, and by the way lay on Yu Jingchen's lap, not daring to run around.

The master bedroom is connected to the balcony of the living room. Fu Yanle first went to draw the curtains of the master bedroom. In order to let the master bedroom breathe, he only gently closed the door.Then he turned to look at Song Xueyan, and smiled kindly: "We agreed before, when I come back, I will ask you that question carefully, you can tell me now, what do you mean by taking the initiative a year ago?" ? Who is the person who asked you to take the initiative?"

Song Xueyan was leaning on the yellow wooden flower stand, and seeing Fu Yanle raised her head with her arms folded, she was very annoying, so she couldn't help sighing, "Okay, I'll say."

At the same time, in the bathroom, Yan Qi was squatting in front of the lazy sofa, looking at the open notebook on top and the little gold leaf swallow bookmark inside, as well as the black handwriting on the page, and The little swallow with black signature strokes in the corner, curiosity and human qualities and politeness are pulled in the mind to the limit.

He shouldn't have secretly looked through other people's diaries, but this little swallow from the inside to the outside, and this piece of handwriting that was unintentionally presented to him, in which the word "Yanqi" was written frankly.There is no doubt that this is Song Xueyan's diary about him.

"Fuck." Yan Qi finally reached out to remove the bookmark and whispered, "I'm sorry, let me die quickly."

He didn't hesitate anymore, and carefully looked at the content on the current page. This handwriting was almost the same as Song Xueyan's current handwriting, and it was obviously the latest entry in the diary.

[The weather is not very good these days. I had a shirt yesterday, but today I have to put on a thick coat. It's a pity that Yan Qi is not here, otherwise I can deliberately not wear a coat, and then hug him.He is always warm, like a little sun, I hope he will always be so warm, but he can only hug me forever. 】

"Uh..." Yan Qi pursed her lips and turned a page forward.

[Does Yan Qi want to make it public?I think his future is more important. He gave up his family business to enter the industry, and he is very serious when acting. He has no temper at all. He really likes acting. I think it will be easier for him to leave.Well, actually, I really want to make it public! ! 】

【Spending the night at Yan's house tonight, I really want to share a bed with him, but I dare not.Well, a cpf encouraged me, I think he is right, what if Yan Qi is also waiting for me?I'm going over there! 】

[I didn't expect to meet the elders of the Yan family so soon, oh my god, I'm so scared, his father won't write me a check, let me leave Yanqi, right?If this happens, I will swear to the death, unless Yan Qi gives up voluntarily.Will he give up?Hope not, well, never... definitely not! ! 】

"Fool." Yan Qi stroked the slightly impetuous handwriting on the paper, as if traveling through time and space, he saw Song Xueyan who was secretly restless behind his back.His Adam's apple rolled, and he continued to turn the page forward.

[We had a fight, it's so uncomfortable.Sometimes I am also impulsive and want to tell him why I hide my relationship with my father.

But calm down, I still want to separate myself from Suiqiong.I don't want him to know that I have such an unbearable family and childhood, and it's good to be more glamorous in front of him. 】

[I met his mother today, she looks a bit like his grandmother, both gentle and gentle ladies.How long will I have to hide my identity as Sui Poor?It should be a lifetime.Although I really want to hold Yan Qi for a lifetime, but no one can say for sure.

I'm so boring, maybe he won't want me one day, at least Suipo can still participate in his life by then.That's right, you must never reveal your identity. 】

"Idiot... What a natural idiot." Yan Qi covered his face with his hands, remained silent for a long time, and rubbed him violently a few times.His face was hot and red, his temples were throbbing and dull, and his heart was tingling.

Song Xueyan is such a swindler that she can do more harm than life!

The diary is still going on, looking back page by page to the day when they really first met, Song Xueyan's sorrows and joys are so vividly and secretly exposed in front of Yan Qi.Until this time, he realized how much he knew Song Xueyan, and he could see Song Xueyan's every frown, frown or annoyance from between the lines.

[Tsubaki University's sports meeting was held well, I secretly hid in the crowd, watched Yan Qi participate in the sports meeting, and took several photos.He is so handsome, I can't take my eyes off him, before I left, I wrote his name on the confession wall, and posted it together with countless people's confessions, he wouldn't see it, but I did write his name, I am very happy Thankfully, I am far braver than before. 】

What does this mean?

Yan Qi turned a page forward, and found that the handwriting suddenly changed from black to red, and there was still a corner mark between the two pages, as if a page had been torn out in the middle.This page is like a dividing line, the further forward, the neater and neater the handwriting, and the more shocking it is.

[Today is Yan Qi's 21st birthday, I hope he will always be free and unrestrained, I really want to continue looking at him, but I am too tired, I want to close my eyes and take a rest.Please forgive my selfishness, when we parted, I wanted to see him for real. 】

What the fuck does that mean?

Yan Qi's wrist stiffened, and he continued to roll forward.

[Today is Yanqi University’s graduation day. I saw his bachelor’s degree photo on Chunda’s official website, and it’s so pretty if you take a random photo. I wonder if any girls will confess to him today?Well... just sue, as long as he chooses a girl who is worthy and good to him in the end, I will also bless you. 】

[I'm going to act, but I don't want to act in love scenes, I really don't like it. 】

[Fang Zhouji, I know his works, he is a very powerful director.He wanted to invite me to act, and he walked around me several times. In fact, I didn't think about what I would do after graduation, dance?I don't seem to have much strength.As for acting, I can't even live my own life well, so can I play someone else's life? 】

【Yanqi Xueyan, dedicated to him, he doesn't need to see it.Well, if only he could see. 】

【Fuck, can you stop making me dream!Fuck/fuck, it's fucking annoying! 】

……

There are only four records about Song Xueyan during her college years, the thoughts of dancing and class, the curse and irritability of nightmares, and Yan Qi.It seemed very monotonous, but Yan Qi recalled the "poor age" at that time.

Those were the years when Suiqiong chatted with him the most. He had a strong desire to talk, but he never revealed any negative emotions.At that time, Yan Qi only thought that he was too lonely, but now he suddenly understands, is this not a disguised cry for help?

It's a pity that Yan Qi didn't understand.

Yan Qi wiped his nose, swallowed his irritable breath, and continued to roll forward.

[I really want to see what Yan Qi looks like?When I go to college, I will find an opportunity to exchange WeChat with him, and I hope he will post to Moments. 】

……

【During class today, I was distracted thinking about Yan Qi, and was punished by my new teacher.The new teacher is a Mediterranean. It is said that the director was transferred from somewhere. The students said that he wanted to win the first place in my grade.Well, whocare? 】

[A senior confessed to me.Those who are not as handsome as Yan Qi will not be given a chance.To be honest, Yan Qi will definitely not become disabled. His grandmother is so beautiful, and his mother must be good-looking too. He said that he is very similar to his father, and that his mother is a beauty control, so he knows that he is also handsome. 】

Yan Qi laughed and continued to turn forward.

【I'm going to high school, I haven't seen my dad for a long time. 】

……

[Dad has lost weight, and the marketing account of the idiot spreads rumors that Dad is addicted to drugs. I really want to smash those nonsense mouths with a brick. 】

"So you've been so fierce since you were a child." Yan Qi clicked his tongue.

[She is dead. 】

[It was originally called Yanqi. 】

From this page forward, there is no little swallow corner marked with a pen.

[I was beaten again, it hurts, but my little grandson replied me with a thank you, I feel much better. 】

【I met a beautiful and gentle lady. She sent me to the hospital and gave me a beautiful bracelet. I will treasure it, thank you. 】

[Why don't you just beat me to death? 】

[The aunt in the commissary is watching Dad's TV. 】

[I was slapped. 】

……

[She asked me why I didn't die. 】

【Mom always hits me. 】

【Mom hit me again, it hurts so much. 】

【Mom grabbed my hand and turned green. I couldn't sleep because of the pain at night. I dreamed about my father. 】

【Mom hits me. 】

"Snapped."

Yan Qi closed the notebook abruptly, got up and went out of the bathroom, only to find that the master bedroom was dark, and the light was shut out by the curtains.He was taken aback, first carefully put the notebook back to its original place, then turned around and walked to the window, just as he stretched out his hand to close the curtain, he heard Song Xueyan's slightly dull voice.

"So, the person I'm talking about is Yan Qi."

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Song Xueyan: Bad feeling!