I Love You Every Time You Play

In the dim corridor, Yan Anzhen stood for a long time, until her breath was floating in the air, and the voice-activated light was silent for a long time, and the sky outside the window began to glow blue. She seemed to be a statue, only one in her chest was still there. The beating heart showed signs of her life.

Suddenly, a tiny message prompt pulled her back from the edge of absent-mindedness——

Jiang Youshu: [A Zhen, are you safe to get home]

Jiang Youshu: [Love you.jpg]

Yan Anzhen realized that she had held her phone for too long. When she released her finger, she seemed to hear the creak of the joints, and there was warm sweat in her palm, showing an untimely temperature in this cold and lonely winter. .

She stroked the words gently with her fingertips, as if drawing strength from the words, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and she replied a few words, cut off the screen, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

——She has put on the calmest expression to greet him.

The doorbell rang several times, and inside came the sound of slippers stepping on the floor. Unlike the others, it was not procrastinated, and even clang inside.

The sound reached the door, and the door was opened in the next second, revealing a pretty handsome face.

Yan Anzhen has grown so well and cannot do without the excellent genes of both parents. Yan Yujing's father Yan Yujing was born with a pair of deer eyes, round, with thin lips, which is very bookish like a literati. My mother was attracted by the scent of scrolls on Yan Yujing's body when she was a student. She once looked at the photo of the two of them. At that time, her mother was smiling, gentle and quiet, while hugging her. Yan Yujing on the shoulder looked at her intently, Xiao Lu looked quite harmless.

Anyone who sees it must boast "talented scholars and beautiful ladies".

After so many years, looking back at these photos, some clues can be seen for the first time.

Yan Anzhen calmly raised her eyes and met Yan Yujing's gaze.

Even though she was prepared, she was still surprised.

Those harmless round eyes were half drooping at the moment, and at first glance they were not energetic. However, the eyes were filled with gloom and depression, vaguely and madly circulating, making everyone who stared at him into inexplicable panic. In the midst of uneasiness, he didn't say a word, but just looking like that made people seem to be in a murder scene. Opposite was an inhuman murderer with an axe in his hand and his body splattered with thick blood. Yan Anzhen was not surprised when he received a call from the police and procuratorate one day.

Even the surrounding air became unbearable.

I feel a little vomiting after breathing for a long time.

Yan Anzhen couldn't tell whether the feeling of vomiting was a real physical reaction or a psychological effect. A white shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help blinking, trying to dispel the nausea in her chest.

"You are too slow." Yan Yujing caught her reaction in his eyes, but only let her in by sideways, his gloomy eyes staying in her face for a moment.

Yan Anzhen bent over the slippers, covered her eyes with her long hair, suppressed the tumbling mood, and when she got up again, she recovered the kindness and alienation of strangers.

She said: "Something."

Yan Yu was noncommittal, and walked to the living room behind her, and said nonchalantly: "I thought you would not come."

Yan Anzhen turned to look at him, and said lightly: "I'm here to completely resolve some of the contradictions between us." When she said these words, she involuntarily remembered the smiling face with round corners of her eyes and eyebrows. Dispel the discomfort facing him.

——Unexpectedly, it was very effective.

This straight-forward posture made Yan Yujing slightly surprised. He raised his half drooped eyelids slightly, pointed to the sofa, and said briefly: "Sit down."

She sat on the sofa, straightened her back, and looked like she was leaving at any time.

Yan Yujing sat on the other side of the sofa, looked down at his thumb, and said, "For so many years, you have been to Songze several times and visited your mother several times."

Mother is always the softest place in her heart. She bit her lip and still calmly said: "I have always missed her."

"Me too." Yan Yujing said, with a chuckle from the corners of his lips. He didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes showed nostalgia.

Yan Anzhen felt a chill swept across her back and couldn't help but froze.

"I don't think there is any contradiction between us." Yan Yu looked up at her, eyes like knives, scratching her face, "We miss her so much. It was me who brought you up. The promise to her that you want you to marry a good family and live a happy life is her wish. Now I want to realize her wish. This is not a bad thing for you. Where is the contradiction?"

Would any normal father regard raising his daughter as a promise to his wife?

"Bring up well and live a happy life..." Yan Anzhen repeated these two sentences, and the anger she brought on from the inconceivability made her chuckle, "Do you think you did it?"

Full of questions and undisguised anger are the most extreme emotions Yan Anzhen has been able to express over the years.

Yan Yujing glanced at her and said, "The disobedient child needs a lesson. If you resent me for being punished by me when you were a child, then I have nothing to say." His eyes were sullen and condemned, like Facing an unreasonable naughty child, there is a high tolerance and helplessness.

Yan Anzhen's chest began to rise and fall violently, her hands clenched into fists, still shaking uncontrollably.

A lesson...

How can a little lesson make her dare not face herself and Yuanyuan so far? Will a little lesson make her wrap herself into an airtight cocoon, repelling all intimacy? !

Her politeness, her politeness, everyone thought it was a manifestation of her good upbringing, only she knew that this was her gentlest means of resisting outsiders, and he had never taught any so-called "upbringing."

Yan Anzhen wanted to leave this place of right and wrong immediately, but as soon as she got up, a round face was drawn in her mind.

Yuanyuan always lay beside her in the middle of the night and hugged her until she didn't like too close contact, so she stopped at that step, leaned in her ear and said tirelessly, A Zhen, I like you so much, you can't leave me.

In order to round up, she couldn't leave.

Yan Anzhen sat down again, calmed down, and then spoke with a rare coldness. If Jiang Youshu were here, he would be surprised to find that Yan Anzhen at this moment had a shadow of Jiang Youyu.

Yan Anzhen said word by word: "I don't want to say more about the harm you have caused to me. It is useless to say more. Now I just want to—"

"Hurt?" Yan Yujing interrupted her and stood up abruptly, as if a meteorite had been dropped on the calm lake surface, he roared, "What should you say about the damage you caused to A Meng! It's not because of life." Next to you, will she leave the root of the disease due to dystocia and hemorrhage? Isn't it to make more money to support you, we will move to Liangyue with a lot of trouble and let Ameng run around again? Not to take care of you, she will Give up her dream? She told me so many things she wanted to do, but she could only revolve around you after you were born. Since your birth, she has not had a good night's sleep or thought about it. What she did, she died because of you in the end, you say, who hurt it!"

Every word is a harsh accusation from a father to his daughter.

Yan Anzhen was cold all over and could not speak.

She always knew that her father was different from other children. He didn't love her and even hated her because she let the woman he loves most to die.

Yan Yujing doesn't like children, and doesn't want his wife to bear the pain and sequelae caused by childbirth. His love is very selfish and can only be given to one person, but Yao Mengying likes it very much. She likes to use fragrant and soft children. Holding her index finger with all the fingers, she likes a child to call her mother in a soft and waxy voice. She likes to watch her child grow from a bud into a flower, and she likes it, he will never want and stop. be opposed to.

Yan Yujing accepted his daughter because of Yao Mengying. After Yao Mengying's death, he vented his resentment and powerlessness on the 10-year-old child.

There is such a truth in the world.

Yan Anzhen has never thought of "maybe she shouldn't have been born". She firmly believes that her birth makes her mother very happy. Her memory of her mother always rests on her mother's smile, and she still hums what her mother sings to her. Lullaby.

And her father is already crazy.

"Even your mother only missed you during her lifetime. She said that she hoped that I would take good care of you, bring you up, teach you ethics and shame, watch you grow up healthy, marry a good family, and live a happy and carefree life. Life." Yan Yujing said and calmed down, and the stern eyes fixed on Yan Anzhen, and said, "I did what she expected of me, but you violated her wishes."

Courtesy, justice and shame, he taught her the courtesy, justice and shame.

Yan Anzhen wanted to laugh, but found that the corners of her mouth seemed to be locked by a stapler. She tried several times, but to no avail, she could only say blankly: "I don't want to tell you this. I'm here to tell you something. , I have a girlfriend, she is very good, I am very happy now, and I don’t want to be disturbed by you in my future life."

She thought it was very difficult to say it, facing Yan Yujing to hide her sexual orientation for a lifetime, but when she came back to her senses, she had already said what she wanted to say.

She was still scared. It was the fear of her father's power that had been carved into her bones since she was a child, but she remembered that Yuanyuan was waiting for her to return at home and they spent the New Year together.

Suddenly, the scalp tightened, and the hair was held by someone and pulled down suddenly. The severe pain that exploded quickly passed from the scalp to the nerve endings. She was forced to raise her head and take a breath of cold air. Because of the pain, the corners of her eyes quickly panned. Physiological tears.

Yan Yu grabbed her hair tightly, treated her like a child, staring at her with cold eyes, cold air emanating from each of his pores: "You say it again, what do you have?"

——

"boom!"

The priceless vase was swept to the ground, and the fragments were scattered and scattered all over the ground.

Jiang Youyu still had a cold face, and his expression did not fluctuate at all.

Father Jiang was holding the table, as if in this way he could have the strength to digest what he heard. His fingers trembling slightly while pointing at Jiang Youyu, he said sharply: "You two, want to **** me off! Unfilial son! Unfilial son! "

Jiang Jiang loves to play, he knows it, and has lost his temper, but he only thinks that it is a child’s immature prank. After all, he still has to marry. The dust is settled, but Jiang Jiang suddenly befriends a girl. It was for her to leave the Jiang family resolutely. Only then did he realize that the daughter he loved since he was a child had begun to learn to rebel indiscriminately. The sudden crisis consciousness made him treat Jiang Youyu more vigorously, hoping to start She solidified a recognition that his authority as the highest authority in the family could not be challenged or contested.

However, his eldest daughter, who has been assured, just told her that she also likes women.

Father Jiang trembled with anger. Seeing Jiang Youyu's unrelenting expression, he suddenly hated the perseverance and courage he had cultivated, and raised his hands high--

The door of the study room slammed open.

Someone exclaimed: "Sister Yu!"

The wind sounded.

Jiang Youyu was stunned, watching the sun jump in, jumped in front of her, and jumped into her heart.

Brave and fearless.

That's what she has always dreamed of and hoped that she could become.

She wasted the time of a good girl for more than ten years because of the twisted jealousy in her heart at that time.

The author has something to say: The two biggest villains of this article appeared at the same time, but our lovely A Zhen and Ning Hao, don’t panic, the good days are coming soon! [Fist fist.jpg] Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2021-05-2713:35:32~2021-05-2811:17:51~

Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: kzz1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!