happy seven years

Chapter 21

The candlestick is made of glass, filled with pink wax, and is burning.

If you allow Chengchang to hit Riemann on the head like this, the consequences will be disastrous.

Before Riemann could react, Yin Huaiyan stretched out his hand to hold Yu Chang's wrist without even thinking about it.

She was too afraid that Riemann would be injured, so she used ten percent of her strength.

Yin Huaiyan even felt that the blisters that had been scalded before were squeezed until some water seemed to overflow and wet the Band-Aid.

Yu Chang's wrist hurt from being grabbed, and the hand holding the candlestick subconsciously let go.

The heavy candlestick just fell on Yin Huaiyan's wrist.

When Riemann found out that it was wrong to grab the candlestick, it was already too late.

The candlestick hit Yin Huaiyan's hand and bounced slightly before continuing to fall.

What Riemann received was the candlestick that smashed Yin Huaiyan.

Yin Huaiyan groaned in pain, and shook Yu Chang's hand away.

"Yu Chang, wake up!"

Yin Huaiyan pushed Yu Chang away without any trace.

Riemann put the candlestick back on the table, and asked the waiter who rushed over to ask what happened to get a cup of tea that could sober up.

Only then did he look at the two of them.

Yin Huaiyan had already pulled Yu Chang to sit down.

After Yu Chang sat down, he just stared at Yin Huaiyan without saying anything else.

Riemann was a little scared when he saw her eyes.

She wanted to see if Yin Huaiyan's hand was injured, but she was worried that doing so would irritate Yu Chang again, so she had to hold back.

Fortunately, the hangover tea was brought at this time, and Riemann quickly handed it to Yin Huaiyan.

Yin Huaiyan gave it to Yu Chang, but Yu Chang didn't answer it.

In fact, Riemann didn't think Yu Chang was drunk.

It was more like she had found a breakthrough after her suppressed mood was stimulated by alcohol.

So regardless of other things, I discovered what I wanted in my heart.

backfires.

Riemann thought to himself.

With Yin Huaiyan's character, he dislikes being stalked by others the most.

This is also one of the reasons why Riemann forbeared for three years and continued to forbear again after reunion.

"Yu Chang, no matter what relationship I have with Riemann now."

"As long as I'm here, you can't hurt her."

"Originally, I thought maybe we could be ordinary friends after you let go of the past."

"Now it seems that this is impossible."

Yin Huaiyan put the hangover tea next to the candlestick, and said to Riemann beside him, "Let's go."

Riemann was about to get up when Yu Chang held Yin Huaiyan back.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Yin Huaiyan.

"Sorry, I was too impulsive just now."

"But I did it because I've always liked you."

"I can't just watch you all separate, and I can't get close to you yet."

"A Yan, can you stop being so heartless? Can you also look at me?"

Yin Huaiyan pushed people away again, "Enough is enough. You don't have to do this."

"Don't contact me in the future, and don't meet again."

Seeing that Yin Huaiyan was sure to leave, Li Man quickly grabbed a handful of cash from his bag, handed it to the waiter next to him to check out, and then stood up and followed Yin Huaiyan to leave.

At this time, the singer on the stage just sang:

"I don't believe that a lover can become a close friend after leaving / I have friends all over the city to meet on your behalf..."

Riemann turned back in a hurry, she always felt that the lyrics of the song "Goodbye Are Not Friends" didn't know who she was satirizing.

But Yu Chang was still sitting in his seat and didn't follow.

This is also a pretty good result.

Get out of the clear bar.

A gust of wind blew towards the two of them, but compared to the too low temperature of the air conditioner in the bar, the wind seemed much more harmonious.

Both were drunk and unable to drive.

Riemann took out his mobile phone to find a substitute driver.

"I'm sorry, Ah Yan, I originally wanted to take you out to relax."

Unexpectedly, it became a strange farce.

"It's my problem. I should listen to you and not provoke this kind of lunatic." Yin Huaiyan seemed to be tinged with melancholy.

Riemann smiled.

"The reason why I said that is also selfish."

"But I respect you. If you say no, I will not ask for trouble."

I've had enough stumbles on you.

You said it so decisively, but it was boring for me to come up again and again.

Heartache just hurts, after a long time, it will always fade away.

It's just that the recovery time is too slow.

Yin Huaiyan was noncommittal.

It was just another gust of wind, and she wrapped some of the thin coats around her body.

Surrounded by Riemann's commonly used perfume, there is an inexplicable peace of mind.

The surrogate driver came very quickly. Seeing that the two of them were quite sober, they joked a little.

However, Riemann spoke seriously, and the surrogate driver put away his hippie smile, took the key and drove.

Back at Riemann's house, Yin Huaiyan took off his coat and returned it to Riemann.

Riemann remembered that her hand was smashed by the candlestick.

She pulled Yin Huaiyan's hand involuntarily, a small piece of shocking purple red.

Riemann was distressed.

It was an injury he suffered to protect himself from that blow.

"Sit down, I'll get the medicine."

Yin Huaiyan sat on the sofa, watching Riemann skilfully go through the medicine box to get medicine.

Remember the past.

Riemann was often injured, sometimes when she was knocked off while moving her easel, and sometimes she didn't even know how she got hurt.

But she still doesn't like to apply medicine, and let her body be purple and red on the west.

He brought the potion, and it was also to act like a baby and beg Yin Huaiyan to help him rub it.

Yin Huaiyan didn't dare to use force, and Riemann laughed, saying that she was tickling.

When Yin Huaiyan used his strength, Rieman would feel wronged and said that her Ah Yan bullied her, and wanted to scream and hug her.

If she didn't play around with Yin Huaiyan for a long time, she would not stop.

The sweetness of the past has emerged frame by frame, but thinking about it now, it only adds to the sadness.

now--

"It may hurt a little, Ah Yan, bear with it."

Liman took Yin Huaiyan's hand.

She half-kneeled on the carpet, poured some medicine on Yin Huaiyan's wound, and started rubbing it.

Yin Huaiyan could only see Riemann's whirling.

And her serious actions.

It hurt a little at first, but after rubbing it away, the painful area became hot, and Yin Huaiyan felt better.

Yin Huaiyan was very quiet, and Riemann was also a little surprised.

Her hand was quite heavy, and the place where she pressed it was a little dented.

But Yin Huaiyan didn't even hum.

Not as squeamish as before.

Riemann was not used to it, and he rubbed his forehead with sweat before letting go.

"All right."

She didn't say much, and put the items back where they belonged.

When Riemann went to wash his hands and came back, Yin Huaiyan was no longer in the living room.

Yeah.

Riemann breathed a sigh of relief, and went back to his bedroom to take a shower.

Seeing that Yin Huaiyan still hadn't come out, he took out the potion again and rubbed his wrist.

Riemann guessed that when he was in the bar, the air-conditioning wind was too cold, and the old disease of his wrist suffered from blowing.

It wasn't that uncomfortable at first, but just now I rubbed Yin Huaiyan's hands with a lot of strength, and it turned out to be sore and painful.

I don't want to be misunderstood by Yin Huaiyan.

Enduring the pain and the nasty smell of the potion, Riemann rubbed his right hand with his left hand and his left hand with his right hand, completing the task with some difficulty.

She left a small lamp and went into the house to rest.

Riemann's rare insomnia.

Thinking of what happened at night, I still feel quite bloody.

Destiny Cocktail.

Yu Chang suddenly went crazy.

The decisive and crisp Yin Huaiyan.

It seemed that the well-rolled ball of wool was suddenly torn apart. Riemann searched carefully for the end of the thread, trying to untie it, but turned it over and over again, without any clue, and messed up the thread all over the floor.

When the first light of the morning came on, Riemann sat up from the bed with his bloodshot eyes.

She didn't sleep all night.

After washing up, he yawned and left the living room.

Riemann dug out a bag of coffee beans from the cabinet and poured them into the coffee machine.

She figured she'd need a super-strong Americano to be refreshing enough.

While adding water, Yin Huaiyan also came out of the bedroom, holding an empty mug in her hand.

Coincidentally, her dark circles are also a little obvious, and she is also yawning.

It's like staying up all night.

"Are you making coffee? Get me a cup too." Yin Huaiyan opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse.

Riemann thought slower than usual, and nodded for a while.

But the movement in the hand didn't stop. After adding the water, he pressed start.

The muffled sound of coffee beans being ground suddenly sounded in the quiet living room.

It doesn't matter whether Yin Huaiyan woke up or stayed up all night.

Now that it was dawn, Riemann simply made a simple breakfast.

It's a silent breakfast.

The two had their own thoughts, put away the plate after eating, and took their respective refills of coffee.

One went back to the room and the other went to the study.

Riemann pulled the silk thread that he didn't understand all night, and when he was facing the drawing on the computer, he suddenly understood.

I found the source of the thread, pulled it up and rolled it up again, and it was much faster.

As soon as he was engrossed, Riemann didn't even hear the cooking alarm clock that had been set.

She kept drawing and drawing, dripping eye drops when her eyes were sore, and adding coffee when she felt sleepy.

Layers are saved one after another.

The colors stack up and the details fill in.

When Riemann's neck and wrist were so painful that he was almost overloaded, she finally recovered.

Riemann pressed save.

Stretch and turn your neck.

The door of the study room was not closed, and there was a person standing there.

Riemann almost twisted his neck.

"Ayan."

Riemann blamed Yin Huaiyan a little bit and had a little unclear look in his eyes.

She glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer.

"Oops! It's so late!" Riemann exclaimed.

03:30 in the afternoon.

She just remembered that she forgot to cook.

"Ayan, are you hungry? I'm going to cook now."

Riemann quickly stood up from his chair.

She put her hands behind her, gently rubbed her sore wrists, and then walked towards the door.

Yin Huaiyan didn't respond to her, and left the study door first.

Riemann walked to the living room with a guilty conscience.

Yin Huaiyan sat at the dining table.

And there are two pastas on the table.

"I also just took a break. Seeing that you are very busy in the study, I found this from the refrigerator and made it casually."

"It's okay, it's just that I forgot the time." I agreed to be responsible for three meals, but I forgot the time the next day.Riemann was quite embarrassed.

"Let's eat." Yin Huaiyan moved the chopsticks first.

Suddenly eating the food made by Yin Huaiyan, whom he had not seen for a long time, Riemann thought that he would have many thoughts.

As a result, the delicious spaghetti bolognese opened up her taste buds, and she felt very hungry right away.

Just feast on it.

Yin Huaiyan ate slowly, looked up at her like this, had no choice but to push the cup aside, "Don't eat so fast, you will choke. Drink some water."

Riemann didn't pay attention either. After swallowing the noodles in his mouth, he took a sip from the cup.

In an instant, Riemann's eyes lit up.

She looked at the cup she was still holding in her hand, and it turned out to be orange soda.

Then Riemann frowned, what does Yin Huaiyan mean by this?