I Love You Every Time You Play

Have you ever liked others?

Listening to these questions with some gossip aura, Yan Anzhen's eyes condensed for a moment, and the pictures buried deep in her memory began to move around. She had to try her best to suppress them to avoid reopening the cloth she covered those pictures. Recall the corner under the cloth.

That should be... I don't like it.

Just ignorant heartbeat and goodwill.

Before it had time to develop into a liking, the sprout in my heart was choked to death on that day.

"…No."

The light shines on Yan Anzhen’s side face, giving her a golden edge. The background is crowded, noisy and noisy. She is standing beside her with quiet eyes. The blatant beauty makes her a sense of existence no matter where she is. Very strong protagonist.

Jiang Youshu looked at her, and the corners of his lips moved.

As if casually asked:

"Then do you have a favorite type?"

Jiang Youshu doesn't know what he is doing now, does he abuse himself? Do you want to hear Ah Zhen say "I like some girls with fat babies and round eyes that are as cute and protective as a deer"? Does she have to take the initiative to find herself jealous?

However, Yan Anzhen's answer turned into a thunder and fell to her ears.

"In terms of type... I like mature men who are gentle and responsible. It's best to have a common topic with me, be independent and understand each other."

Um? ? ? ?

Mature man? ? ? ?

what's the situation? ? ? ?

She didn't wear the wrong book, right? This is "Chunguang", right? This is Yan Anzhen in A Lai's writings. Isn't she born curved? Why do you like men? Why conceal it?

Jiang Youshu was stunned for a moment.

She looked at Yan Anzhen, and she couldn't understand how she said this sentence in a calm tone and expression.

In the novel, A Zhen has never concealed her love since she fell in love with Chen Xiaoshi at first sight. Although she did not pursue passionately because of her personality, she was basically on call. Chen Xiaoshi was so panicked when she cried. Why is it now? Will Ah Zhen give such an answer?

She didn't believe that Chuanshu could mistake A Zhen's sexual orientation once. The only explanation was that A Zhen did not trust her, refused to show her true sexual orientation, and lied.

Thinking of this, Jiang Youshu felt a little boring, even the skewers were not very fragrant, and there was no taste in his mouth.

Why should you lie? Fang Lian had made a fuss before, and A Zhen also knew that she was Lace, so she would definitely not give pointers to A Zhen's sexual orientation. He refused to say and lied, but he didn't trust her enough.

Jiang Youshu felt that the skewers were not only tasteless, but also very sour.

In front of Chen Xiaoshi, he did not hide his love. In front of her, he said that he likes mature men. Is she not standing tall enough?

Jiang Youshu, who was immersed in gloom, did not notice the slight trembling muscles that Yan Anzhen held in a calm expression.

And his face was obviously pale for a moment.

Yan Anzhen's hand holding the string of bamboo skewers was a little harder, her bones and hair were blue, and there were some small thorns on the bamboo skewers that were not cleaned. Because this action was deeply stuck in her fingertips, she didn't know it.

There was a voice in my mind floating from the corner.

Over and over again, more severely, wrapping her like sea water.

There is nowhere to escape.

She closed her eyes and said nothing.

For so many years, she actually rarely thinks of this. Although it can be regarded as a psychological shadow, it is not particularly serious. It belongs to the type that wakes up and feels that it is nothing, but it is only now that she is surprised She was shocked that she thought she would not be affected, but in fact her body and even her mind had already been invaded by "it".

The independence she pursued has never been realized.

The root cause that made her suddenly understand was Jiang Youshu.

From the first time I met the high-speed rail company, I was happy all the way without knowing it, and then when she was behind her, she led her away, and when she stopped, her heart was still beating violently.

That little thought just took off.

She was pressed down.

To be a friend, you can, and go one step further, but you can't.

Jiang Youshu blamed him for having to ask such a private question. Yan Anzhen suddenly remembered the past, and the two had their own concerns, and a food court was actually much quieter than before.

Although Yan Anzhen has always been a reticent temper, the silence this time was different from the past. They all felt it, but they didn't know the reason for the other party, and the two close hearts seemed to be farther away.

When he was about to reach the end of the food street, Jiang Youshu saw that there was a smoking ice cream vendor on the stall, his eyes flashed, and Yan Anzhen smiled, "I'm going to buy smoking ice cream."

"Why is it called smoking ice cream?"

"You'll find out later." She leaned in front of the stall owner and asked for a copy.

She still remembered that Yan Anzhen said that she didn't like cold food.

I scooped up a small ice cream ball with a spoon, blinked before putting it into my mouth, smiled slyly and coquettishly: "Look at me doing a magic trick for you."

Now it’s almost November, the night, the coldness is superimposed, double freezing, Yan Anzhen watched Jiang Youshu eat a small ball, it seems that it was frozen, she shrank her neck, and huffed her tongue with her tongue. Going forward, finally determined to gritted his teeth, pierced the ball with his teeth, and said vaguely: "Smoke!"

A wisp of white smoke came out of her mouth, she exhaled, and then closed her lips, the wisp of smoke came out of her nose slowly, smoky, and she was behind the white smoke, her eyebrows crooked Laugh, eyes focused and bright.

It seemed that the strange and silent memory was cut off by her, and the memory was reconnected from the two people at the subway station.

Yan Anzhen silently watched, lowered her eyes, took out her mobile phone, clicked her nails on the screen, searching for the principle of smoking ice cream, her calm gaze slid from left to right, her lips gently pressed.

After a while, she put away the phone and said to Jiang Youshu, "Well, I just saw it. This is not harmful to the body."

Jiang Youshu: "..."

Jiang Youshu ate another one and sprayed out: "Who wants you to see the principle? Don't you think this is fun?"

His lips were closed together, and white smoke kept coming out.

The two got close, and the white smoke fluttered around Yan Anzhen's face.

Yan Anzhen didn't hide, just looked at her firmly through the smoke, and said nothing.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, picked up one with a spoon, and delivered it to her mouth.

Jiang Youshu was taken aback for a moment, trying to stop her: "This is very cold!"

However, after a step slow, she has put the smoking ice cream in her mouth.

Although she was ready for a long time, she was still frozen. Instead of pushing it with her tongue and slowly like Jiang Youshu, she simply closed her mouth and squinted her eyes slightly because of the coolness. The white smoke slowly spit out from her lips, she raised her head slightly, her squinted eyes quietly looked at the upper front, the white smoke drifted upward with its movements, and dissipated little by little in the air.

Jiang Youshu stared blankly.

Yan Anzhen at the moment looks... seductive and sexy.

But in fact, Ah Zhen in A Lai's works has nothing to do with these two words.

She is always serious, meticulous, and occasionally very serious. Jiang Youshu once felt that if she wanted to go to bed, she would study the dozens of postures thoroughly and take notes before taking off her clothes seriously.

Jiang Youshu always feels that his lover's filter is very heavy, so every time he faces Yan Anzhen, the urge to eat her clean is because of the strong throbbing in her heart.

After all, who doesn't want to fall into his beloved woman.

However, at this moment, Yan Anzhen has nothing to do with the filter. Anyone standing here will feel that the woman in front of her is extremely sexy, especially her expression is still very light, adding something sharp to that sexy.

"..."

Jiang Youshu felt that something was wrong.

She seems to have overlooked some very important things.

Before she could figure out the reason, Yan Anzhen lowered her head and said calmly, "It's okay to eat one occasionally."

"Really." Jiang Youshu blinked and recovered. The doubt in her heart disappeared. She smiled, "Is it delicious?"

Yan Anzhen avoided her gaze without a trace, and said, "It's delicious."

The two walked out of the food court and looked at the time. It was already nine to forty.

Jiang Youshu raised his head and glanced at the moon in the sky. He thought that a good walk would be disturbed by the greasy man. He sighed and asked, "Are you going back now?"

Although she still wanted to stay with her a little longer, it was dangerous for the two women to stroll outside too late.

Yan Anzhen said, "Go back."

This time they did not choose the subway, but decided to go back by bus. The bus line happened to pass through the community where Grandma Jiang was located, and then arrived at the hotel where Yan Anzhen was staying after a few stops.

The two got on the bus and found that there were a lot of people on the bus. There were only two seats left, one front and one back. They couldn't sit side by side. Jiang Youshu sat in the front position, and Yan Anzhen walked behind her.

Temporary silence.

Jiang Youshu glanced at the glass window, with a smile on his lips, he turned on his phone and typed.

Jiang Youshu: [Does the back of my head look good? 】

Glanced at the glass window again.

Yan Anzhen lowered her eyelashes calmly.

Yan Anzhen: [It's okay, a little bald. 】

Jiang Youshu: "..."

The third time she made a joke, she found that she should be a little special in A Zhen's heart, otherwise why she always loves to make fun of her.

A few seconds later another message.

Yan Anzhen: [I'm kidding. 】

Jiang Youshulu Yu upper body: [Really, I don't believe it. 】

There seemed to be a pause on the other end.

then.

Yan Anzhen: [Well, listen to you. 】

? ? ? ? What listens to me?

Don't follow my words at this time, stupid Azhen.

Jiang Youshu was typing on the keyboard, and Yan Anzhen followed another message.

Yan Anzhen: [It's okay, don't dislike it. 】

Jiang Youshu: [Although I am very moved, I still have to struggle to say that I am not bald. 】

Yan Anzhen: [I have a lot of hair, so I can transplant it to you, no money. 】

Jiang Youshu: [? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

The question mark was almost crushed by her.

If she looked back at this time, she would find the blatant smile in the eyes of the people behind that hadn't had time to cover up.

Short, warm and smiling.

Like bright fireworks on a summer night.

The two chatted on WeChat for a while, and Jiang Youshu gradually became a little sleepy.

She doesn’t know what’s going on recently, she always wants to sleep. She slept on the high-speed rail for half an hour in the afternoon, and now she’s sleepy again. Maybe she knew that A Zhen and Chen Xiaoshi met for the first time today, and a muscle in her mind was too tight for too long. Well, now what I want to change is a foregone conclusion, it's like being stabbed by someone and starting to leak, the sleepiness will be endless.

The eyelids gradually drooped, and his head moved forward little by little.

Yan Anzhen noticed her sleepiness.

This posture was very uncomfortable. Jiang Youshu simply fell into the glass window in a daze. Although the bus was a bit bumpy, the task of supporting his head was left to the glass window.

The moment she fell, Yan Anzhen behind stretched out her hand to block the direct contact between her head and the cold glass window.

The bus is still a bit bumpy.

Jiang Youshu slept peacefully.