I Love You Every Time You Play

New Year.

Jiang Youshu woke up from his sleep, drank a lot of wine last night, and his head still ached. She got up and rubbed her temples, habitually calling out: "A Zhen?"

No one answered.

She sat for a while, walked out of the bedroom, and called out: "A Zhen? Ning good? Sister?"

The sound was scattered all over the empty living room, there was no one person, and the mess left by the carnival last night was cleaned up by no one. It was neat and tidy, and there was no trace of wanton.

With his heart falling to the ground, Jiang Youshu hurriedly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to three people: [Where have you been?]

Soon Ning Hao replied: [I went to the police and the police station, they said they found the person based on the surveillance]

Ning Hao told her about the subway yesterday and also reported to the police. I received a call early this morning to tell her that the pervert was found. Let her make a note and negotiate.

After a few minutes, Yan Anzhen also replied: [I will be back soon]

Jiang Youyu never responded.

Jiang Youshu also knew about her sister’s cold temper, put down her phone and went to the bathroom to wash up. After she changed her clothes, Yan Anzhen rang the doorbell. She went to open the door and saw Yan Anzhen outside the door surrounded by the brick-red scarf she had given earlier. There was some red, and Qing Lingling's eyes looked straight at her, like a wood covered by heavy snow in winter, with an inexplicable silence.

"come on in."

Jiang Youshu let her in, feeling distressed: "Where did you go in the morning? It's so cold outside."

Yan Anzhen smiled slightly, scraped the bridge of her nose, and avoided answering: "Are you hungry, I'll make breakfast for you." After saying that, he went to the refrigerator and took the prepared ingredients and walked into the kitchen.

Listening to the sound of the kitchen knife falling on the wooden board, Jiang Youshu leaned against the door with his chest folded, frowned, and said, "A Zhen, you are a little strange."

The hand holding the knife stopped in the air, Yan Anzhen sighed silently, knowing that she could not hide it from Yuanyuan, but thinking about the appropriate wording, after a long time, she said: "This New Year's Day...I want to go back to my hometown."

"Hometown?" Jiang Youshu was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "You mean Songze?"

Yan Anzhen looked at her and said, "How do you know?" She seemed to have never told her where her hometown was.

Jiang Youshu's heart beats, but she doesn't show it on her face. He calmly replied, "Forgot to see it. Do you want to go back to your hometown to accompany your dad?" , The relationship should be relatively deep, but her father is never mentioned in the original work. She just treats her as an ordinary life, and there is no need to spend too much pen and ink. Since this is a world of its own, I feel homesick when I want to come to Ah Zhen.

Yan Anzhen’s reaction was a little strange. She lowered her eyelashes, and her eyelashes formed a faint shadow on the eye sockets. There was a slight difference between her expression and "plain", but Jiang Youshu hadn't carefully studied the meaning of it. Yan Anzhen raised her head again and settled. Looking at her, he said solemnly: "Yuanyuan, in fact, I am going back this time to completely resolve some of the contradictions between me and him, and then I think we can spend a relaxing and meaningful Spring Festival together. "This is the first Spring Festival she and Yuanyuan are about to spend together. The Spring Festival also means the end of the old and the beginning of a new one. She finally mustered up the courage to show her heart to Yuanyuan, and did not want to let some shadows. Stay entangled.

"Contradiction?" This answer was something Jiang Youshu didn't expect. When he was hesitant to ask, Yan Anzhen smiled, cut her words off, and said softly: "It's okay, a little thing, deal with it sooner and end it sooner, I think today Leave in the afternoon."

This kind of thing will become trouble for a long time. He has begun to urge, and there is already a little impatience between the lines. She looks at these cold words, and her eyes will always appear in front of her eyes.

Little things? Jiang Youshu's intuition is not simple. A Zhen has used "he" to refer to her father, and she doesn't even want to mention a title. Is it really a trivial matter? I always think it's related to Ah Zhen's heart...

"A Zhen." Jiang Youshu stepped forward to hold Yan Anzhen's face, and kissed her on the forehead on his tiptoe, smiling and saying, "Come back early. I've been waiting for you at home."

Yan Anzhen dragged her arm, held her waist with the other hand, took the initiative to approach her for an unprecedented time, kissed back and said, "I will."

In the afternoon, Yan Anzhen took the high-speed train to Songze, and just after Jiang Youshu returned to the two of them, she rather sent a message, asking her if she knew where Sister Yu was.

Thinking of the chat box that hadn't waited for a reply, Jiang Youshu somehow noticed something unusual. After thinking about it for a few minutes, she gave an affirmative answer; "Sister Yu should go home."

"She didn't return—" Ning Hao suddenly realized that this house is not the other one, his voice stopped abruptly, and the silence spread, and after a while, he said, "I'm going to look for her."

"Ning Hao." Jiang Youshu subconsciously called her, but didn't know how to say it. After all, this is Jiang Youyu's own choice, and it can be regarded as a family affair. Wouldn't it make the situation worse if it is better to stir in?

Ning Hao didn't understand her concerns, and said, "Jiang Jiang, we all know what kind of temperament Yu Yu is like-she is a strong and very good at hiding emotions, she is not honest at all, and let others misunderstand and distort her. Meaning, I want to be her sword and cut off the thorns that hinder her." Besides, she is now having a firm relationship with Sister You Yu. If Jiang's father asks, whether Sister Yu admits it or not, She didn't want to let her face such a scene alone.

"Then... okay." Jiang Youshu knew that it would be better not to persuade him, so he didn't say anything, just exhorted a few more words and hung up the phone.

Jiang Youshu raised his head and looked around the living room, his eyes swept across every corner, as if he could still see A Zhen's shadow, and he felt a little empty in his heart.

Really, when A Zhen just left, she started to miss her. A woman in love is just such a creature.

She shook her head amused, got up and walked into the study.

—

Songze, a place surrounded by mountains and water.

That was Yan Anzhen’s hometown. Her parents met here, and they fell in love with each other. She gave birth to her. The family moved to Liangyue due to the change of Yan’s father’s work. However, Yan’s mother suffered a dystocia when she gave birth. Saved his life, his vitality was severely injured, he was cautiously raised for so many years, and he was exhausted after another trip, and finally died when Yan Anzhen was ten years old, and Jiang's father could not bear the pain of losing his beloved wife, quit his job, and start anew. Back in Songze, I found a very busy job to toss his body. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he wanted his wife to be crazy and could only let his work squeeze the time he missed.

Everyone who knows Father Jiang will sigh his infatuation.

In this touching love story, the little girl who was supposed to be the crystallization of love rarely appears-as if she was forgotten by the protagonist of the love story.

Sitting on the side of the window, Yan Anzhen seemed to calmly look at the scenery galloping backwards outside the window, her eyes faint, but the joints of the hand holding the phone were blue, and her palms were covered with dense sweat.

The last time I took the initiative to look for him was five years ago.

In the past five years, they have only met once.

Others may be surprised at the weak emotions between the two, only she knows it in her heart, if he can, he would rather she had not been born.

"Wow-"

The sudden cry of the child on the left front evoked Yan Anzhen’s mind. She looked at it lightly and found that a little girl had fallen on the aisle. The person next to her should be her mother, who was hurriedly picking up the child in a panic. Blowing into her knees, frowning and soothing while blowing. When the soothing was almost done, he stared at the man behind the little girl, blaming him for inadequate care. The man also nodded repeatedly and berated his carelessness. The appearance of confession was too sincere, which made the mother lose her temper, and she was silent after a few words.

This episode of a family of three quickly passed, and everyone around them also looked away and continued to immerse themselves in their own world.

Yan Anzhen looked at the three people, unable to return to her senses for a long time.

In my impression, she also had such a good time, before her mother died and before her father was normal.

Sometimes, she admires Yuanyuan very much, envious of her lonely courage, able to escape from the control of Father Jiang, and leave the family that has raised her for more than 20 years without hesitation, but she knows that not everyone has this. With such a resolute courage, even if no one knew better than her what kind of mud she was stuck in, she couldn't easily cut off the relationship between her and him.

But now it's different. She is still scared, but still sits on the high-speed train to Songze.

She may be able to escape, but there is no reason to let Yuanyuan continue to wait needlessly.

With such a strong ambivalence of wanting to escape, Yan Anzhen once again set foot on Songze's land after five years.

There was a little difference between her memory here, and she had no intention of reminiscing about the past, hurting the spring and sad autumn, so she called a taxi and went straight to her hometown.

The house where the family of three lived was sold early. After Jiang’s father returned to Songze from Liang Yue, he bought another house in the same community. Yan Anzhen read the name of the community to the message on the phone. The driver's master touched the road familiarly and drove over, glanced at the rearview mirror, and smiled: "Little girl, isn't it a local."

Yan Anzhen politely replied: "Yeah."

Driver: "I said, it doesn't sound like your accent. Seeing you like this, you are not here to travel, but to see your boyfriend?" There are only so many people who can make a girl come to a strange city alone. The reason is that this driver is quite gossip.

Yan Anzhen looked out the window and said quietly: "No, relatives are here."

"Oh so." The driver wanted to chat for a while, and when he saw her lack of interest, he stopped talking. After driving for about half an hour, he arrived.

After paying the money, Yan Anzhen got out of the car, glanced up at the name of the community, pursed her lips, and sent him a message.

Yan Anzhen; [I'm here]

Father Yan: [Come straight up, I'm at home]

Yan Anzhen's eyes dimmed, and she walked towards Unit 13 building.

The author has something to say: This is the final part of this article, and other short stories may be placed in Fanwaili~