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Yan Jia has known that she is different from other children as long as she can remember. Everyone is a mom and dad, eating together, sleeping together, and going to the playground to play together. The family is harmonious and smiling. . But Yan Jia only has her mother in her world, and she has never seen what her father looks like.

Once, I got into an argument with a little boy in kindergarten over an eraser. The other boy called Yan Jia a wild child without a father. There was a big tooth mark on his arm.

When the teacher rushed over, Yan Jia’s eyes were filled with blood and she was biting her tongue tightly without letting go. There was a smell of blood in her mouth.

Yan Jia stood at the door of the classroom, wondering what the teacher said to her mother. A few minutes later, her mother took Yan Jia home.

Yan Jia followed behind her mother, biting her lip. From beginning to end, she never shed a single tear. She never asked her mother if she had a father, where he was, etc. She didn't dare to ask.

Several neighbors asked before, but my mother didn’t answer silently. She just went home and secretly wiped Yan Jia’s tears behind her back.

Yan Jia is as sensible as Yan Jia. At the age of six, she has already learned to observe words and emotions, say what her mother likes to hear, and do things that make her happy.

This was the only exception, but my mother didn’t scold him at all. That night, she saw her mother holding a photo in her room and talking to herself, crying. She didn't know what was wrong with her mother, and she didn't know what to do.

After that, the children in the yard screamed like wild children when they saw Yan Jia. When Yan Jia came closer, they all ran away, for fear that Yan Jia would pounce on someone again and bite out a row of arms. Teeth marks.

There is no one to play with Yan Jia. She always plays mud block puzzles on the pile of dirt by herself.

She is like an ostrich isolated from everyone, lonely and stubborn.

She thought that even one person could build a castle. In the castle she built, she was an irreplaceable and proud princess, not a wild child.

My mother also scolded those ignorant children. Who said our Yan Jia was a wild child? Our Yan Jia has a father. Yan Jia always hopes to hear some more information about her father, such as his name, where he is, and why he never comes to see them.

But mother only said that sentence.

Yan Jia was small, so she spread out a stool and found the photo her mother often looked at in the drawer in her room. The photo is a little yellowed, and you can clearly see some tear stains on it.

She engraved the look of the man in the photo deeply in her heart. She wanted to grow up quickly so that she could find this man who might be her father.

For Yanjia, childhood was not about riding a Trojan horse with her parents, eating hamburgers and drinking Coke, or having picnics and playing games with her friends, but like a sunflower growing in the desert, isolated and helpless. Grow alone facing the sun.

She became withdrawn and arrogant. Apart from being occasionally praised by teachers for her good academic performance, her classmates, whether they were boys or girls, regarded her as a source of contagious germs and were afraid to avoid her.

As a junior high school student, Yan Jia ranked first in the county and was admitted to the best high school in the city. The school is an hour's drive away from their small county town, and she wants to start being a boarding student.

A few days before school started, Yan Jia and her mother were packing their luggage to take to school at home. There was a commotion outside the window, and Aunt Li next door was shouting something in a high-pitched voice.

Yan Jia saw through the window glass that a large group of people were moving furniture and other things into the room opposite. It turned out that there was a new resident in the yard, and her mother went out to see if anyone needed help, and asked Yan Jia to carefully check if there was anything left behind.

When my mother came back, she looked lonely. She looked ahead in trance from time to time. When she was cooking dinner, oil almost splashed on her arm. She even asked Yan Jia to eat alone. She felt uncomfortable and had to lie down for a while.

Yan Jia thought her mother was sick and said, "Mom, if you feel uncomfortable, why don't you go to the hospital for a checkup?"

Her mother waved her hand and smiled reluctantly. , "No, I'll just lie down for a while."

Yan Jia ate alone, washed the dishes, sat on the stone bench at the door, and read for a while by the light in the room.

Aunt Li came over and said with a smile, "Hey, Xiaojia is reading a book. Have you seen the family across the street? I heard that they just came from the city. The parents were transferred to work, so the children I'm coming over here. He's about the same age as you. He's about to go to high school. He has good grades and goes to the same school as you." After that, Aunt Li went back to the house.

The next day, Yan Jia came back from taking out the garbage at the entrance of the alley, and saw a young man sitting under the grape trellis in the yard, covered in the morning glow, with his profile looking down and reading a book shining brightly.

Yan Jia turned sideways and looked at the figure projected on the window glass. With her hair disheveled and wearing bear pajamas, she was dwarfed by that person. Yan Jia sighed. People are indeed incomparable. Some people may not be able to catch up with other people in their entire lives.

The young man probably noticed someone looking at him, raised his head, stood up, smiled slightly, stretched out his clean and beautiful right hand, and said, "Hello, my name is Wei Zhiran, I just moved here.

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Seeing that the young man was polite and friendly, Yan Jia clumsily imitated the young man's behavior and stretched out his hand. He slowly came closer. His shrinking fingers gradually spread out. He smacked his mouth, swallowed his saliva and said, " Hello, I am Yan Jia, Jia Jia Cang Cang Jia. ”

“The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost.” The so-called beauty is on the water side. "Wei Zhiran memorized these two poems from "The Book of Songs".

"Well, Jianjia means reed. My mother said that reed is a very tough plant that is not easy to break. She probably hopes that I will always be strong. Live your life. "Yan Jia explained her name to others for the first time.

Then the two talked about interesting childhood stories in the past. Yan Jia shook his head and said that in his childhood, he only moved around with his mother, and was called Wild child, it seems that these are all bad memories.

Wei Zhiran shook Yan Jia's hand, and the warmth in his hand in summer reached her cold heart.

He said, "Yan Jia, we can't choose our origin. But please believe me, you will definitely be better in the future than you are now. ”

No matter how many years have passed, time has passed, and people have changed, Yan Jia still remembers that on such a quiet and comfortable morning with a little bit of noise, Wei Zhiran stood on the colorful auspicious clouds floating like a supreme treasure.

From then on, it amazed her life and softened her years.

On the first day of school, Wei Zhiran came over and asked Yan Jia to send him to school. Do you want to go with him in his car? Before Yan Jia could say anything, her mother flatly refused and insisted that Yan Jia go by herself. Her attitude was a little cold. Yan Jia didn't know why. Why should she take a ride? After walking all the way to the station, Yan Jia smiled and said sorry to Wei Zhiran. She didn't understand why her mother was so excited. She usually got along well with her neighbors.

After the placement test, Yan Jia said: In Class 9, Wei Zhiran was in Class 8, and the classroom happened to be next door. Yan Jia and a girl named Fang Wei were assigned to clean the windows together. Yan Jia was tall, so she took the job and stood on the window sill. Fang Wei was so grateful that she stood on tiptoe to sit at the same table with Yan Jia.

Fang Wei was that kind of person. A girl who was loved by everyone. She wore a princess dress and a pink headband. She had fair skin and a delicate appearance. And most importantly, she was good-tempered and easy to get along with. At that time, there was no such thing as a goddess. If there was one, Fang Wei would definitely match her. He deserves this title.

Yan Jia looked at Fang Wei and then at himself, feeling a sense of inferiority from the bottom of his heart.

The school held the opening ceremony as usual, and Wei Zhiran acted as The representative of the first-year students stood in the middle of the podium and gave a speech. Several classmates were discussing below. I heard that he was the one who got the first place in the city this year. He was really awesome and not bad looking.

Jia listened silently and looked at Wei Zhiran on the stage in a daze. It turned out that he was so outstanding that even the beautiful girl Fang Wei's eyes lit up.

In the next few days, Yan Jia would often hear about Wei Zhiran. He can play the guitar and sing well, and he can also play basketball well. During the break, Fang Wei asked Yan Jia, "Do you think Wei Zhiran is really that good?" But no matter what, at least she looks pretty good. ”

Yan Jia looked at her face with yearning and admiration, and whispered, I don’t know.

There is a physical education class every week. The physical education class was held by three classes. Classes 7, 8, and 9 were all in the second period on Wednesday afternoon. It was the first time that the students had physical education classes in high school. After the physical education teacher announced the disbandment, everyone was happy. Everyone plays basketball, table tennis and badminton.

Girls all love beauty. Girls Yan Jia and Fang Wei sat in the shade of the basketball stand to avoid the sun, fearing they would get tanned.

A girl with sharp eyes said, "Isn't that person Wei Zhiran? Wow, he's really good at basketball. ”

Yan Jia followed the direction of the girl’s finger and saw Wei Zhiran, who was shining brightly in the crowd. He slapped the basketball, stepped forward, fended off other people’s hands, and shot the ball with a crisp movement.

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A large group of girls screamed and clapped beside him

From a distance, Yan Jia, who was slightly short-sighted, could only see his outline, but he could still distinguish his dazzling appearance. The sun casts a ray of light on the earth, and everyone around him is just his shadow.

He is indeed such an outstanding person.

After class, Yan Jia bought a bottle of water. After opening the bottle cap, Wei Zhiran appeared out of nowhere and took it away.

He took the water and drank it, making the backs of the two people's hands wet, with a smirk on his face. , and finally said, “Didn’t you buy it for me? "

Yan Jia blushed slightly as she stood there. She didn't know whether it was because the weather was too hot or because Wei Zhiran was teasing her.

At this time, Fang Wei came over and smiled mysteriously. , "Yan Jia, you guys know each other, why haven't I heard you say that? "

Wei Zhiran immediately said, "We know each other. I live across from hers." "After saying that, she quickly ran into the group of boys.

Back in the classroom, Fang Wei and the girls in the class kept begging Yan Jia to tell her about Wei Zhiran. Yan Jia told her that she had just met him, too. He had also just moved across from her house, so there was really no way to talk about it.

This was absolutely true, so they had to give it up.

Yan Jia was secretly happy. At least, she felt lucky that she had known Wei Zhiran earlier than them.

But she forgot that feelings never come first, then second.

Even if there are, since ancient times, there are many people who come from behind.

During the last period of self-study on Friday, as soon as the school bell rang, many students swarmed out of the classroom. Yan Jia was still in her seat sorting out homework to take home. A classmate came over and said, Yan Jia, someone is looking for her.

Yan Jia stopped what she was doing and saw Wei Zhiran smiling at her at the door of the classroom. The sunlight in the corridor had not completely dissipated. Wei Zhiran happened to be standing in the beam of light, and the down on his face trembled in the light. , smiles very nicely.

Wei Zhiran came to ask Yan Jia to ride home with him.

In the car, Yan Jia felt sleepy and fell asleep without realizing it. She also had a dream of "the moon is on the willow tops, and people meet after dusk."

When I woke up, it was really the moon above the willow branches. Yan Jia was leaning on Wei Zhiran's shoulder, and her neck was a little sore.

Wei Zhiran felt the person leaning on his shoulder move, brushed Yan Jia's nose, turned his head and asked, "Are you awake? Go home quickly. Your mother will be worried later. I thought Who was abducted?" There was a hint of doting in his tone.

Yan Jia muttered softly, "Why didn't you wake me up? You were the one who abducted me."

Wei Zhiran didn't hear this and walked alone. Ahead, Yan Jia quickly picked up her bag and followed. In fact, when he brushed her nose and looked at his gentle eyes, Yan Jia felt her heart move softly.

She called from behind, "Wei Zhiran, I just had a dream."

Wei Zhiran turned his head and dreamed about it.

Yan Jia was stunned, thought about it, smiled and said, forget it.

The words came to her lips but she did not say them. In fact, in her dream, there were two of them together.

When they arrived at the yard, the two of them went back to their respective homes, one on the left and the other on the right. Mom had already prepared dinner, and she blamed Yan Jia, "Why are you so late today? Girls should go home early, it's so unsafe."

Yan Jia hurriedly explained that she was late on duty, while thinking Wei Zhiran wondered how his parents would explain it and took a few bites of rice absentmindedly.

Before going to bed, she saw that the light in Wei Zhiran's room was still on, and she could vaguely see his shadow sitting under the desk lamp. She didn't lie down on the bed in the dark until the lights on the other side were turned off.

Why does she feel like she is a voyeur?

Early the next morning, Yan Jia got up and found that her mother was not there. She didn’t know where she had gone, and she didn’t even make breakfast.

She took a few coins from the drawer and planned to buy soy milk buns. After paying at the bun shop, the boss kindly asked to be careful when ironing. The moment Yan Jia took the buns and turned around, she saw her mother sitting in the coffee shop diagonally across the corner. There was also a man sitting opposite, with his back to Yan Jia's direction. .

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, Yan Jia couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see that they were arguing. Her mother looked strange and poured a glass of water on the man's face. The man's cheeks dripped.

Yan Jia was hiding in the corner of the nearby fruit stall like a thief, waiting for the man to go out. When she saw him, she opened her mouth wide in surprise and almost screamed.

Isn’t this Wei Zhiran’s father?

Yan Jia returned home in a daze all the way. She kept wondering, did her mother know Uncle Wei before? What is their relationship? Why did mother splash water on Uncle Wei?

She felt as if she was carrying an ulterior secret, and she couldn't breathe deep in her heart.

She was at a loss and didn't even know who to talk to. She couldn't ask her mother, and she didn't dare tell Wei Zhiran.

Yan Jia wanted to tell Wei Zhiran about this many times, but she swallowed her words every time.

The school teacher organized interest classes, and both Yan Jia and Fang Wei chose calligraphy. There was a calligraphy class on Wednesday night, and the classroom was crowded. Unexpectedly, Wei Zhiran was also there. Fang Wei's seat is between Yan Jia and Wei Zhiran. Yan Jia and Fang Wei learned Liu Ti, and Wei Zhiran learned Yan Ti.

In the first class, everyone was just tracing, and the teacher showed everyone Wei Zhiran’s handwriting as a demonstration. His face is thick and full, and he is upright and strong. He must have been practicing for many years.

After that, Fang Wei and Wei Zhiran gradually became familiar with each other, and sometimes they would call each other brothers in front of Yan Jia and tease each other, but in Yan Jia's eyes, that was a sign of flirting.

As they were writing calligraphy together again, Yan Jia used her peripheral vision to see the way the two of them lowered their heads and whispered with an undercurrent of affection. She was actually a little envious.

There was only one person's distance between her and Wei Zhiran, but this distance completely blocked her thoughts. She looked at him smiling and frowning, but she could only look at him from a distance.

Yan Jia’s calligraphy has made great progress, and the teacher no longer only praises Wei Zhiran.

No one knows that Yan Jia locks herself in her room every weekend and practices calligraphy until her fingers are sore and even a little red and swollen. No one knows that she works so hard just to be able to compete with her. Wei Zhiran kept pace.

She tried hard to become an excellent person, and wanted to approach Wei Zhiran cautiously.

There is still more than half a month before the winter vacation, and Fang Wei’s birthday has arrived. That day, she invited the whole class and Wei Zhiran to a Korean restaurant. It was Yan Jia's first time to eat in such a luxurious and exquisite restaurant. I heard that her father had booked the entire restaurant.

During the dinner, Fang Wei introduced Yan Jia and Wei Zhiran to her parents as best friends.

Yan Jia looked at Father Fang blankly. Although he was in his early forties, he still had no loss of magnanimity. He must have been a man of great talent when he was young. Yan Jia thought, it would be great if she had such a father, then she would also be a princess that attracted everyone's attention.

Yan Jia lost consciousness for a moment, and the soup on her hand accidentally seeped out. She was about to use a paper towel to dry it, but she knocked over her soup bowl and fell to the ground. She was immediately at a loss, her cheeks turned red, as if she had done something hugely wrong.

At this time, Father Fang said with a smile, "It's okay, just ask the waiter to clean it and ask her to get you a new pair of dishes and chopsticks."

Yan Jia apologized He smiled, Dad Fang is such a gentle person. Next, Fang Wei made a wish by blowing out candles. Father Fang's eyes always fell on Fang Wei, and he kept smiling as warmly as the sun.

All this fell into Yan Jia's eyes, and she actually felt a lot of jealousy for no reason.

On the way back to school, the classmates were still talking enthusiastically about how wealthy Fang Wei's family was and how her father held an important official position. Yan Jia remained silent, looking preoccupied, clenching her fists from time to time, but her palms were sweaty in the winter.

Wei Zhiran walked side by side to the left of Yan Jia. He seemed to understand what Yan Jia was thinking. After everyone had dispersed, he walked up to Yan Jia and said, "Yan Jia, don't belittle your own situation because of other people's superiority."

Wei Zhiran only guessed half of it. She was indeed because of Fang Jia. Wei is superior and has an inferiority complex.

But the other half is her secret and ulterior motives.

During their three years of high school, Yan Jia and Fang Wei were as close as sisters in the eyes of everyone.

They often make appointments to go to the library to read and write homework, or go to the school gate to buy snacks after school. Occasionally, Yan Jia would stay at Fang Wei's house when she didn't go home on weekends. Fang Wei's parents also treated Yan Jia as their own daughter. Fang's father would always bring back two identical gifts when he went on a business trip.

Several times, Yan Jia felt that Fang's father was very much like her own father. She just wanted to absorb more of her father's love, so she would often go to Fang Wei's house.

One day, when Yan Jia went downstairs to get her homework, she passed by Fang’s father’s study and saw a man in a black suit through the crack in the door holding a black plastic bag and stuffing it into Fang’s father’s hand. Father Fang declined a few times and put it in the safe next to the desk.

Just as Yan Jia was about to get closer and have a closer look, she heard Fang Wei calling her name and stopped staying.

She suddenly felt like a voyeur, but wanted to know more facts.

Many times later, she would meet this person at Fang Wei's house.

After the college entrance examination, Yan Jia and Wei Zhiran went to the same university. Although Fang Wei went to different universities, they were in the same city.

In a strange city, Fang Wei would come to see Yan Jia and Wei Zhiran every weekend, and then the three of them would stay together to study where there was delicious food and where the scenery was the best.

In a world of three people, Yan Jia always thought that she was the foil.

Yan Jia knew that Fang Wei liked Wei Zhiran. She found out that she secretly read Fang Wei's diary.

In Fang Wei's diary, every page has Wei Zhiran's name, full of love, and it also says that she will confess to Wei Zhiran after the college entrance examination. But now it's almost the final exam for the freshman year, why hasn't Fang Wei made any move yet.

Many times, Yan Jia wanted to test Wei Zhiran and ask him if he liked Fang Wei.

But before Fang Wei had time to confess to Wei Zhiran, news came that her father was in jail. It was said that it was because he had accepted huge amounts of bribes many times.

Father Fang is the top leader in H City, and this incident caused an uproar in H City. Fang Wei's mother sold her family's villa and raised money to pay back the money. But since ancient times, once people are no longer in their place, people will leave and things will change.

Fang’s mother had no way to seek help and was on the verge of collapse. Fang Wei rushed home without even taking the final exam.

During the winter vacation, Yan Jia and Wei Zhiran both returned to H City. Fang Wei's mother had a mental breakdown and was sent to a nursing home. She murmured all day long and her eyes were wandering.

After the winter vacation, Fang Wei went back to school to take a break and found a job as a typist near a nursing home to better help her mother recover. She never mentioned that she liked Wei Zhiran again.

Yan Jia went to the nursing home alone to see Fang’s mother many times. She stood far away, and Fang’s mother no longer recognized her. Several times, Fang's mother ran over and took Yan Jia's hand and shouted, "Fang Wei, why don't you go to school?"

Yan Jia turned away, tears streaming down her face.

For several nights, Yan Jia was awakened from her dreams by Fang’s mother with her hair disheveled and her teeth and claws waving towards her.

She hugged her knees, her intertwined knuckles turning white, covering her face and crying.

Yan Jia and Wei Zhiran are together. It seems to be something that has come naturally over the years, and it seems that they have to climb mountains and ridges and pass through layers of obstacles before they can come true.

Fang Wei is that mountain, that obstacle.

At least in Yan Jia's heart, she always thought so.

Yan Jia has always felt that she is not as good as Fang Wei, no matter in family background or appearance. What she didn't know was that in Wei Zhiran's heart, there was no comparison between them.

The person he likes is Yan Jia.

That day, Wei Zhiran was in a chemistry experiment class. Because a classmate mixed two substances incorrectly, a small explosion occurred in the laboratory, and finally the entire laboratory burst into flames. After the fire brigade extinguished the fire, half of the laboratory was in ruins.

At that time, Yan Jia had just returned to school from outside. When she heard the news, she immediately called Wei Zhiran.

The cell phone ringtone rang nearby, getting closer and closer.

She turned around and looked across the bustling crowd. Wei Zhiran was standing there, with traces of smoke on his face.

The light shines through the mottled camphor trees on the roadside, and the fine holes dance back and forth on his body as the wind sways.

She cried with joy, ran over to him, and hugged him tightly, as if all her strength was being spent.

She was so afraid that she would lose him from now on, even the chance to look at him from afar.

Wei Zhiran's hand dropped by his leg, slowly raised it, and hugged Yan Jia back. He was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid of never seeing Yan Jia again. He still had too many things to tell Yan Jia.

Fortunately, everyone is fine, but the laboratory needs to be rebuilt.

Probably the luckiest thing in the world is that the person you have a crush on happens to have a crush on you too, and only one person takes the initiative to mention it.

Yan Jia and Wei Zhiran are two such lucky people.

In the days after they were together, they kissed by the school lake, held hands and walked through the shade of trees and over the green grass. They were extremely happy.

It’s just that Fang Wei is no longer in this city.

Whenever he thinks of this, Yan Jia's happiness becomes a little bitter, and she can't sleep peacefully at night.

Who is she sorry for?

She just did what she thought was right, but why was she so sad? Her heart ached as if she had been run over by thousands of roaring troops.

The defense was completed on the eve of graduation, and everyone was running around looking for jobs. Wei Zhiran and Yan Jia agreed to stay in this city and be together every day. In the future, they will get married, have children, and make an eternal promise to each other.

Wei Zhiran would submit his resume to any suitable company when he saw it, and he was exhausted from interviewing to various companies.

At this time, Yan Jia disappeared.

To be precise, Yan Jia packed her luggage and disappeared without a trace without saying hello to anyone. No one knows where she went.

The day Wei Zhiran couldn't contact Yan Jia was their 1001st day together.

He searched like crazy, holding the phone in his hands all night long, imagining that at a certain moment, Yan Jia would call him or send him a text message.

In the end, his wait was in vain.

He was just waiting for a reason to leave without saying goodbye.

He is just waiting for an agreement to grow old together.

She owed him this.

Before Yan Jia left, he wrote an e-mail and sent it to Wei Zhiran, but set the time to be six months later.

She wrote to him all the secrets she had been keeping in her heart.

In fact, from the first moment Yan Jia saw Father Fang, she knew that he was the person in the photo in her mother's drawer.

Even though the years have changed and her appearance has changed slightly, Yan Jia has seen the photo thousands of times, how could she not recognize it. The word Fang Tong was written on the back of the photo, and Fang Wei also wrote Fang Tong in the column where she filled in her parents’ names.

Going back to the weekend of her freshman year in high school, Yan Jia saw her mother and Wei’s father arguing in the coffee shop. Although they were far apart, she could clearly hear their conversation.

Then she went home and pieced together the whole story. The truth was that her biological father chose a certain director’s daughter, Fang Wei’s mother, for a better career development, and then designed his final plan. My good friend Uncle Wei had an affair with his mother and abandoned her.

My mother thought that Uncle Wei was also an accomplice. In fact, Uncle Wei was also a victim of drunkenness at the time.

From that day on, hatred sprouted, grew, and stretched in her little body.

Yan Jia approached Fang Wei on purpose, until that time she saw someone stuffing something into Fang’s father. She clearly saw that the plastic bags were all filled with brand new red RMB.

When she was staying at Fang Wei's house, she sneaked into Fang's father's study in the dead of night when everyone was sleeping, and found evidence that he had accepted bribes.

It was she who reported Father Fang, who was also her own biological father.

She hated him, hated him for abandoning her and her mother, and hated him for being a corrupt official with duplicity. She even hated that her body had the same blood as his.

At the same time, she also hates Fang Wei and just wants to give Fang Wei a heavy blow. The fastest and most effective way is to take away Wei Zhiran, whom she likes.

However, her feelings for Wei Zhiran far deviated from her original intention of revenge on Fang Wei.

Later, she really fell in love with Wei Zhiran and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

However, whenever she thought of Fang Wei's busy figure in the print shop and Fang's mother's increasingly thin face, in the dead of night, guilt entangled her heart like a twig, biting her bit by bit. heart.

She thought that she had ruined Fang Wei's life.

Finally, she made the decision to return Wei Zhiran to Fang Wei.

She thought this was fulfillment and redemption.

She forgot that Wei Zhiran was not an object that could be given away to others.

She also didn’t know how miserable Wei Zhiran was during the days she left.

She gave each other a heartbreaking pain, a miserable pain.

It’s been a long time.

Over the years, she only kept in touch with her mother, and she also asked her mother not to tell anyone where she was.

She galloped through the industry like a female warrior, gradually transforming from a taciturn little girl into a responsible department manager. There are many suitors around him, including company bosses and elite clients, all of whom are outstanding.

Yan Jia is still a person. Everyone said that she had a high vision and a big heart.

She just smiled in front of others and remained silent.

Later, her mother told her on the phone that Wei Zhiran was getting married to Fang Wei. She also sent an invitation and asked her if she would attend.

She remained silent for a long time, crying echoes in Nuo Da's room, her tears dripping down from her fingers to the floor.

She booked a flight for the next day and has not been home for many years.

Wei Zhiran's family still lives across the street, and the door and window glass are covered with happy words.

Her mother told her that she had not seen Wei Zhiran. He and Fang Wei had gone to decorate their new house.

She read the invitation on the table carefully and carefully. The photo on the invitation showed the two of them leaning against each other, smiling like flowers. It says, Groom: Wei Zhiran, Bride: Fang Wei.

Yan Jia's fingers brushed across Wei Zhiran's face in the photo, as calm as water, but her mother sighed deeply beside her.

At the wedding, Fang Wei held the groom’s hand and walked slowly from the other end of the red carpet.

The groom is not Wei Zhiran. Yan Jia wiped her eyes vigorously with her hands, but Wei Zhiran was there.

During the dinner, Fang Wei raised a glass and whispered in her ear, he has been waiting for you for so many years, and none of us has ever held a grudge against you. We only want you to be happy. He is in the hall downstairs.

Yan Jia took off her 10cm high heels, held them in her hands, and ran barefoot.

The hall was covered with rose petals. Wei Zhiran knelt on one knee, and the diamond on the ring flashed into a happy arc under the light.

Wei Zhiran teamed up with everyone to stage this scene. The photos on the invitations were just computer-generated, and the happy words at home were also posted for Yan Jia.

Wei Zhiran’s bride can only be Yan Jia.

He whispered in her ear, slowly and word by word, no one is suitable to grow old with you except me.

Time will travel far, and all the pain and hurt will be calmed.

The rushing track of time will only make people more awake. Let the past pass. It doesn’t matter even if I love you again.

What’s more important is that the person you love always stands where you are and never leaves.