I Love You Every Time You Play

The numbers on the traffic lights were beating every second. Yan Yujing tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, as if following the beat of the seconds, his posture seemed leisurely, but his expression was terrible. He had a sullen face, and the gentle temperament of his whole body had long since dissipated twenty years ago, and every second he spent without A Meng by his side, his gloom would be heavier.

The daughter of Ameng Xinxinnian came back, and at the same time she brought a lot of bad news.

He was obsessed with Ameng's wishes, unable to accept that her daughter became what she is now.

It was his fault.

The woman who came to him last night...

Yan Yujing frowned, his eyes falling into a shadow, which showed a kind of madness different from ordinary people.

Three, two, one.

The red light jumped to the green light, he slammed on the gas pedal, rushed out like an arrow from the string, turned around at the nearest intersection, and hurried to his home.

However, he was a step slower after all.

When he was more than two hundred meters away from the community, he squinted his eyes and saw a familiar figure from a distance on a strange car. As soon as the door was closed, the car drove away from the gate of the community, as if trying to escape. The beast chasing behind.

Yan Yu gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to catch up.

In the beginning, the distance between the two cars was slowly shortening, and there were only two cars between them. Later, the person in front seemed to have spotted him. After a moment of panic, he quickly recovered his calm and speeded up and tried to get rid of him. .

But no matter how fast you increase, it is impossible to exceed the speed limit on the road.

They subconsciously abide by the laws and ethics of human society.

Yan Yujing made a habitual sneer, continued to accelerate, and began to overtake the vehicle in front of him.

It is also the morning rush hour, and the road is not empty. His crazy move quickly caused dissatisfaction with the nearby vehicles. After a car owner dodged him dangerously, he rolled down the window and yelled at him.

He turned a deaf ear to the silver-gray luxury car.

He wants them to stop, no matter what method is used.

They should be desperate. They can't escape him. He took so much effort to correct an error and would never allow this error to exist "normally".

When Yan Yujing slammed on the accelerator, he felt calm.

It is a calm that has never been seen in years.

He even released the steering wheel at the last minute, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, his always gloomy eyes gradually brightened, and his facial muscles relaxed, as if he was welcoming the best ending.

In that calm, he saw A Meng again, and saw the scene when the two of them first met.

Holding the textbook, she walked down the stairs, raised her hand and lifted the ink hair on one side and gently pressed it behind her ears. She inadvertently raised her eyes and met his eyes, so she smiled, with the softness that belongs to her. Shy.

At that time, he hadn't become what he is now.

I was so nervous that I coughed as soon as I spoke, and a thousand words converged into one sentence——

The next moment, a violent impact sounded in his ears, and his whole body rushed forward uncontrollably, but there was a resistance against his chest firmly holding him down. He opened his eyes wide, and many fragments flew towards him. That second was long and short.

He does not regret it.

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Yan Anzhen's consciousness was very vague. She seemed to be in a crowded crowd. Noisy voices rushed towards her from all directions. She tried to distinguish whether there were any sounds she was familiar with. In the end, she found that it was in vain. The only thing that could be distinguished was Someone hurriedly said something in her ear, she tried very hard to hear clearly, but she was too tired, from the hair to the toes, she was extremely tired.

The next moment she can fall into the endless warm darkness, she no longer has to fight against this huge sense of fatigue, she doesn't know why she is still holding on.

In the crowd rushing to squeeze in front of her face, there seemed to be a missing person.

These people come and go, and finally the picture freezes in an operating room.

This kind of feeling is magical, Yan Anzhen seems to have separated from her body, looking down in the air over her blood-soaked herself, strange and familiar.

She wanted to leave here to find something, but she seemed to be stuck in a jail and couldn't leave. Just like her first half of her life, trapped in the shadow of that person, she never had a moment of relaxation.

It shouldn't be like this. In her pitiful and lamentable past, there should be something or...people that make her unforgettable, otherwise she wouldn't be as unwilling as she is now and still refuse to sleep.

Yan Anzhen raised her head, not knowing where to look, but felt that in a distant place, there was a huge strange force that was sucking in her little by little. Although this force was huge, it was gentle, wrapping her like warm sea water. Just like treating a newborn baby, slowly pushing her into the light.

The disorganized consciousness gradually returned to the cage, and the vague words gradually dispersed like a mist, leaving only a continuous and regular sound.

Yan Anzhen opened her eyes slowly, and there was no such severe pain on her body. At this moment, she was not in the operating room, but in a dark room. The curtains were drawn up, revealing a tiny gap with clear light. ——It is the only light source in this room.

Because of this, Yan Anzhen was able to see the structure and layout of this room, and quickly judged that this was not her room.

Where is she?

Yan Anzhen got up and rubbed her forehead. After calming her mind, she turned on the light in the room, looked carefully, and saw herself in the mirror and the name of the exercise book randomly placed on the desk.

Zhao Qianhe.

It's the name of her body.

It took a while before Yan Anzhen digested the mysterious incident of temporarily staying in someone else's body for some reason.

She looked at the girl in the mirror, her facial features were soft and not sharp, and her beautiful long hair spread out behind her. She looked very clear and beautiful, like the big sister next door that would appear in various novels.

Judging from the textbooks and objects placed on the desk, the hostess Zhao Qianhe should have gone to college, and it was the sophomore summer vacation at home leisurely. Yan Anzhen was about to continue to explore Zhao Qianhe's information. The door was suddenly opened, and his face came first before his face was revealed. He shouted in a loud voice: "What time is it, Zhao Qianhe! I know that I can sleep in every day, I think you don't come back at all — "

In the middle of the speech, he suddenly stopped, as if his neck was suddenly caught, and he couldn't utter a word.

The visitor should be Zhao Qianhe’s mother. Mother Zhao glanced at her up and down, hummed a single syllable from her nose, turned around and went out again, saying: "When you wake up, come out and brush your teeth and finish eating, like a wooden pestle. what."

Yan Anzhen followed out in silence and glanced around at the original owner's home. She probably knew what was going on, and then quietly walked into the bathroom, thinking that the pink cup should belong to the original owner, and hesitantly picked it up to brush her teeth.

Mother Zhao glanced at her, yelled twice, and said, "That's my cup, isn't yours next to it? How come I slept all morning and confused my mind?"

Yan Anzhen silently put down the pink cup and picked up the gray cup next to it.

Mother Zhao also has a girlish heart.

Seeing her brushing her teeth honestly and not choking as usual, Mother Zhao glanced at her suspiciously, and only said, "Remember to throw the **** when you will go out", and went out shopping with the little sister happily.

Yan Anzhen finished brushing her teeth, finished her meal, and walked around the house again to get a preliminary understanding of the situation of the house.

Mother Zhao is a civil servant who is quite leisurely from 9 to 5, and father Zhao is the general manager of a foreign company. He often travels on business. The relationship between the two should be good. There is a group photo of the two on the bedside table. I can see Dad Zhao from the group photo. It should be the kind with a better temper. But now she has a natural resistance to people like "Dad", and she doesn't look at the family photos anymore, but continues to collect information about the original owner, so as not to reveal herself in the following daily life.

After grasping a lot of information, Yan Anzhen took the garbage bag at home again, and was about to go downstairs to stroll around.

Several trash bins of different colors are not far from their apartment building, about fifty meters away. Yan Anzhen walked over and threw away the trash. Just about to turn around and take a look at the nearby park, she saw a chubby little girl in the distance, with two braids, holding a plastic bottle in her hand, and was jumping to this side. Ran.

"Yuanyuan, run slower, don't fall." Two adults stood behind the girl, smiling and looking to the side, reminding the little girl loudly.

"I know." Without looking back, the girl came to the trash can, stepped her feet a little, and threw the plastic bottle in.

Yuanyuan?

——Don't look at me tall and thin now. In fact, I was a little fat man in elementary school. I haven't developed yet, and I am short and strong.

Yan Anzhen was startled, and subconsciously called: "Jiang Youshu?"

The little girl paused, looked back at her questioningly, and asked, "Big sister, do you know me?"

At that moment, she clearly heard a bang in her head, and fireworks of various colors of pink, red, blue, green, and cyan bloomed in her mind.

I don't know how to describe this kind of fate, but I can only praise it.

"Big sister?" Seeing her not speaking, the little girl took a step forward and looked at her curiously. The peach-like cheeks, full of collagen, look extremely cute, and those eyes, which are blingly blushing. Shining.

The little girl was even more confused: "Big sister...why are you crying?"

The moment Yan Anzhen saw Jiang Youshu, Yan Anzhen remembered a lot, thought of their first meeting, thought of their hot confession, thought of their sweet cohabitation time... and finally thought of her before she lost consciousness. With eyes closed, the whole body is full of dazzling red scenes.

Her reaction was too strange, she just shed tears silently, obviously not crying, but it was extremely moving. The little girl hesitated to take her hand, shook it, and said cautiously: "Big sister, don't cry, okay, I still have a few candies on my body, do you want to eat it?"

Yan Anzhen lightly wiped her eyes, and the blurred vision finally became clear. The little girl's worried brows fell in her heart. She squatted down and looked at the little girl, and then touched her head. A very gentle smile: "Yuanyuan, you don't look like you when you grow up." From the shape of the eyebrows to the curvature of the end of the eyes, to the shape of the lips, there is no similar shadow.

The little girl widened her eyes and said suspiciously: "How do you know what I will look like when I grow up?"

At this time, two adults not far away came over, one standing behind the little girl, and Chong Yan Anzhen smiled kindly. The man picked up the little girl, scraped her nose, and said, " Do you know this big sister?"

The little girl shook her head: "But the big sister knows me, she just called my name."

The two looked at Yan Anzhen together again.

Yan Anzhen's eyes fell quietly on them, her eyes resembling sparkling waves on the hard-to-find lake in the deep forest in spring.

Yuanyuan, your parents are not the same as they grew up.

The author has something to say: Yuanyuan & Ninghao: How come we were all cute chubby when we were young?

Lao Jing: Probably because of the appetite, the food is good.

Yan Yujing is really a lunatic, and the author has personally certified.