Salted fish wants to divorce every day

"Don't go..."

"Don't leave me alone..."

"I was wrong……"

"you come back……"

……

The ravings in his ears continued, but Yan Zefeng seemed to be frozen in place.

It was clear that he was familiar with the voice in his bones, even though it was not as cool as usual because of a cold and fever, he could still tell that it was his An An speaking.

But why couldn't he understand what An An said?

He can understand every word, but why doesn't he understand the deep meaning when they are put together?

Why do you say you are wrong?

Why did you say these words of retention in such a humble tone?

Was it to him?

But he was always there, he never left...

No, he left.

He once left Ju'an.

But he thought that Ju An didn't care, and was even unmoved by his leaving.

Didn't it turn out to be?

How could it not be?

Yan Zefeng always thought that his departure had no effect on Ju An, and even felt that his temporary departure was a relief to Ju An.

But only now did he realize that it was his own wishful thinking all along?

"An'an? What are you talking about? Who are you telling me not to go? "

He didn't know how lucky he was to ask this question?

Perhaps, he heard wrong?

Or maybe, Ju An is actually trying to keep someone else?

Although he couldn't accept the two results, at least let him know that Ju An's pain was not caused by him.

Ju An didn't know whether he heard Yan Zefeng's question or didn't hear it, and he was still talking nonsense in his dream, speaking upside down.

For a while, he shouted not to leave, and for a while, he suddenly yelled to get out in a harsh tone.

Yan Zefeng's heart was up and down following his ravings, unable to land for a moment.I could only hold the person in my arms tightly, so as not to let him bend the needle in his hand because of excessive movements.

After tossing for a while, Ju An gradually calmed down in Yan Zefeng's arms.

Smelling a familiar scent on the tip of his nose, he unconsciously squeezed into Yan Zefeng's arms.The other hand without a needle subconsciously grasped Yan Zefeng's skirt.

"Brother Feng, come back, I don't like you anymore...Come back..."

Yan Zefeng's eyes widened suddenly, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't stop shaking.It was only by biting his fist that he suppressed the low growl that he almost blurted out. He didn't calm down until he tasted the blood in his mouth.

"you……"

His voice was hoarse, but everything he wanted to say was blocked in his throat.

My heart was so stricken, it seemed that blood flowed out as soon as I opened my mouth.

He looked down at Ju An who was pale in his arms, looked at his slightly frowning brows, seemed to be full of uneasiness even when he fell asleep, his fingers tightly grasped the front of his clothes, as if this would prevent him from losing his clothes again. Brother Feng.

Yan Zefeng had never felt so heartbroken at this moment that he couldn't restrain himself, as if someone took a knife and gouged out the flesh of his heart piece by piece.

And the one holding the knife is Ju An, he can't cry out the pain, and he can't even let Ju An know that he is in pain.

Because he suddenly discovered that he caused more pain to Ju An.

Just a few words of nonsense, but some of the past that had been buried in dust came to light again.It was only then that he discovered how many wounds he had never seen were hidden under that dust-buried past.

Yan Zefeng always thought that in this relationship, he was the one who paid more.He also thought that even if Ju An didn't like him, he would be tied to Ju An for the rest of his life.Otherwise, what is the forbearance he paid for Juan back then?

He once even thought radically that if Ju An really didn't want to marry him, he would tie Ju An to his side even if it was tied.

Even if Ju An would hate herself.

It's just that when he saw Ju An after returning to China, he couldn't bear to hurt the person he loved deeply.So he gave Ju An a chance to choose. If Ju An insisted on refusing to get married, he would eventually choose to let go.

So when Ju An finally agreed to marry him, only he knew how happy he was.

All along, in this marriage, he has always been the one to lead.No matter what Ju An wants or what he wants to do, he respects Ju An's choice, as long as Ju An does not divorce or leave him.

He thought, if he pampers Ju An for the rest of his life, Ju An will always be moved, right?Even if you are not moved, after being spoiled by yourself, you can only stay by your side, right?

He always thought so.

But now I realize that I seem to have been thinking wrong all along.

It's not that Ju An doesn't like him, it's just that... dare not like him anymore?

This result made Yan Zefeng even more miserable. He didn't know what Ju An had experienced in places he couldn't see during the few years he was away?

Even if I like it, I dare not.

But he knew that this wound was brought to Ju An by him.

Yan Zefeng hugged Ju An, his heart ached as much as his movements were gentle.

He hugged Ju An, and gently stroked Ju An's hair over and over again, trying to dispel the sadness and anxiety for Ju An in his dream.

But he didn't know that his face was already wet with tears, and the tears stained Ju An's cheeks unknowingly.

……

Ju An didn't sleep well this time, feeling very tired.I have been having messy dreams, and there are some very noisy voices around.

He vaguely heard a familiar voice talking softly to him. He couldn't remember who that voice was, but it was very comfortable.

The sense of familiarity made him subconsciously relax, he moved closer to the heat source around him, and sank into the darkness again.

He didn't know how long it had been, but he felt like it was raining, and his face felt wet.Like rain on your face.

Ju An's consciousness slowly came to his senses, and he felt a big warm hand gently caressing his head.As if coaxing a child, Ju An felt a little amused, thinking that the other party must be a fool.

He is married, but someone still coaxes him like a child, can't it be his mother?

Later, he thought it was impossible, he should still be at the place where the show was recorded, it is impossible for his mother to come here at this time.

Who would that be?

Ju An's thoughts became more and more clear, and he also smelled the familiar smell from the tip of his nose.

Ah, he thinks he knows who it is.

Another drop of water fell on his face, Ju An trembled his eyelashes, and slowly opened his eyes.

In the dark, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

With the dim moonlight outside the window, he could vaguely recognize who was lying beside him in the backlight.

Ju An frowned and raised his hand to wipe the side of his face, only to find that it was wet a little.

He stretched out his hand in front of his eyes in surprise to see what was on his face, could it be blood?

It just doesn't smell like blood.