Mr.
Fu's possessiveness Wen Qiannan "Qing'an."
A low voice rang in her ears over and over again.
Who was calling her The gorgeous scenery around suddenly turned into a huge whirlpool, gradually blurring.
All the colors were rolled in and mixed together.
Ye Qing'an's head swelled with strong uneasiness, and the familiar sense of fear invaded his limbs over and over again.
She frantically struggled to escape, but found that she couldn't move.
Her hands and feet were like stiff old tree trunks, and only her rapid breathing made her feel her presence.
On the ground, a young man's figure faintly appeared in the center of the phantom.
Against the light, the outline of his appearance is not very clear.
Ye Qing'an was the only one who could see his slightly raised eyebrows, pursed thin lips, and beautiful black eyes like bright stars in the night, and she could feel that he was laughing.
Qing'an, you are mine.
Qing'an, I don't like you talking to them.
Sister.
Sister Qing'an.
What if I die for you?
Or you go to die.
He didn't say a word, just stood in the distance so faintly, doing nothing.
Ye Qing'an seemed to be able to hear his voice.
This realization made her panic completely.
Wake up.
Please, wake up.
Her fingers couldn't move, Ye Qingan told herself.
It's a dream, don't be afraid.
Until she watched Fu Sinian pounce and bite her neck.
All the defenses in my heart finally collapsed.
The pain came very slowly, and Ye Qingan wanted to scream, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
She was so anxious that she broke out in a cold sweat.
In the haze, she struggled to her feet.
Her cotton pajamas, soaked with sweat, were clinging tightly to her back, beads of sweat running down her forehead and tangled haphazardly with the ends that had fallen on her pillow.
Ye Qingan got up from the bed.
The early morning glow looked faint, and through the white gauze curtains, everything inside the room became clear.
After the fear in the dream had subsided, she went to the table and made herself a cup of coffee.
Fu Si year.
The name hung over her entire childhood.
It was also her playmate when she was very young.
The kettle snorted, and Ye Qingan came back to his senses and picked up a bag of instant coffee in the jar.
Soon, the mellow aroma of coffee filled the room.
But it didn't ease the deep uneasiness in her heart.
Three o'clock in the morning.
She woke up again.
The pain of this nightmare has been following her for the past few years, and it can't be dissipated.
His thoughts gradually drifted far away, and Ye Qingan subconsciously raised his hand and pressed the position of his neck.
Fingertips inadvertently run across the collarbone.
On the slender and white neck, if you touch it carefully, you can feel a scar, which is a tooth mark.
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To be precise, it is Fu Sinian's tooth mark.
Bone is visible deeply.
Fu Sinian's grandfather and her grandfather were old comrades-in-arms who fought together in the war of resistance that year, and the two escaped from the enemy's bombardment, and they have cherished each other ever since.
Later, he simply became a neighbor.
When she was a child, Ye Qingan always felt that her grandfather was partial, and every time Fu Sinian, a little kid, came over, she always took out balloons and candy to coax him to play, but she didn't love her granddaughter very much.
In Ye Qingan's memory, she always thought that it was because her grandfather was patriarchal.
Until Grandpa Fu died.
Grandpa Fu died very early and left when Fu Si was five years old.
Later, grandpa's body was also gone.
In front of the hospital bed, his face was gray, and his eyes were covered with a layer of chaotic mist.
When he wanted to lift his hand full of scars, Ye Qing'an cried heartbreakingly.
Grandpa said that Grandpa Fu saved his life back then, and he broke a leg because of saving him.
This is a life-saving grace, and it cannot be repaid.
Grandpa said that the person he was most sorry for in this life was Grandpa Fu, and warned them to take care of Grandpa Fu's children and grandchildren.
These words were firmly rooted in Ye Qing'an's heart when he was a child.
Gradually, she changed from hating Fu Sinian and bullying him from time to time to being good to him, and she was the first to give him delicious and fun, spoiling him and getting used to him.
She really loves Fu Sinian as her own brother.
So Ye Qingan still hasn't figured out why he is so good at dealing with Si Nian, and he still has to do such a thing.
From the beginning of the prohibition of her to play with other boys, to the later prohibition of her talking to other boys.
I can't even look at it at the end.
Subconsciously, Ye Qingan was a little afraid of Fu Sinian, and he didn't want to make him unhappy.
And what really broke her down was that sunny afternoon, the big brother next door came to her to get the key, and Fu Sinian saw it.
When my thoughts returned, there was a white mist in front of me.
Ye Qing'an took a sip of coffee gently, and after the bitter taste at the beginning melted, he tasted a trace of aroma on the tip of his tongue.
She rubbed her temples, her slender fingers glowing white in the morning light.
There's morning class tomorrow.
Ye Qingan sighed.
On the way to class in the morning, Ye Qingan was holding a book, her schoolbag was wet by the rain yesterday, and she had just washed it for a long time.
Fortunately, the book does not sink.
She habitually wears headphones while walking, and the soothing music in them reduces the anxiety in her heart.
The morning air is always fresh, and it rained yesterday, and the wind blowing in the face is moist.
Sunlight poured down through the gaps in the foliage, dappling the ground with a layer of light and shadow.
The cafeteria in the distance was noisy, and her gaze swept faintly, it was time for the freshmen to go to breakfast after the exercise.
Everyone is wearing military training uniforms, and their skin is tanned by the sun but full of youthful atmosphere.
There was a lot of noise, and the girls were holding hands and laughing and playing.
Ye Qingan was a little envious.
In her junior year of high school, she was so depressed and insomnia that she was so depressed that she was almost reluctant to speak, and Ye's father and mother tried all kinds of ways to barely suppress her condition.
Later, I went through the procedures for living abroad at the beginning of the university.
Therefore, the relationship between the little girl in the same class and her is not close.
Walking into the classroom, there were already quite a few people inside.
Ye Qingan walked in through the back door.
I didn't have a good rest last night, Ye Qingan found a place by the window, which would have a headache.
Her eyelids grew heavier, and she yawned to sober up, but to no avail.
Her head kept pointing downward, and Ye Qingan's head was like a mess of paste.
She didn't even know when the teacher came in.
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"Who will tell me what is the software crisis, what are the two points of the software crisis, and what are the causes of the software crisis?"
On the podium, the software engineering teacher touched his smooth and translucent head and patted the desk: "Wake up, early in the morning is the most energetic time, you look at you one by one like frosted eggplants."
If no one answers, I'll draw a school number. ” “20150125。”
"Ye Qing'an" The whole classroom was quiet, Ye Qing'an put his wrist on his head, and he couldn't open his eyes more and more.
"Ye Qing'an" software engineering teacher's voice has been raised again.
Ye Qing'an reacted at this time, and quickly stood up, and her subordinates flipped through the book in a panic, but in fact, she didn't know which page.
"Here."
She whispered.
She would be so sleepy, her eyes seemed to be rippling, and her cheeks were still imprinted with a small blush from the palm of her hand.
The computer industry is originally a monk with more meat and less meat, and it is rare to have a female classmate who stands out, and even the teacher's tone is gentle: "Classmate Ye, you talk about it."
Ye Qingan blinked.
She was so sleepy just now that she didn't hear anything from the teacher.
The boy in the front seat turned around, opened the correct number of pages for her, clicked the tip of the pen on the book, and whispered, "What about this."
Ye Qing'an glanced at him, and the boy immediately turned around, and she read out the definition according to the content of the book.
The bell rang for the end of class, and it was long and lingering.
She wanted to express her gratitude to the boy in the front seat, but a wave of fear in her heart made her afraid to contact other people more.
After hesitating and hesitating, the hand that had just been stretched out retracted.
Forget it, she really doesn't have the courage to communicate with others.
There was no class in the afternoon, and Ye Qingan planned to go to the supermarket.
The sun at three o'clock roasted people's hearts.
Ye Qingan took two bottles of iced mineral water casually, and was about to turn around and leave when the person who appeared behind her startled her.
The boy is tall, with a straight back and a slender figure.
He was wearing a military training uniform, fine hair came out of the brim of his hat, his dark eyes were as bright as stars in the night, the bridge of his nose was high, and his thin lips were pursed.
His hands were white and slender, with well-defined bones.
The cuffs were rolled up, revealing a small section of the arm.
I stretched out and held the sports drink in front of me.
There was a trace of fear in his heart for no reason, and almost subconsciously, Ye Qingan wanted to turn around and run away.
The boy took a bottle of sports drink from the drink rack and suddenly looked at her with a sideways face, his eyes slightly dazed.
Without waiting for him to react, Ye Qingan hurriedly lowered his head and ran out from behind.
However, what she didn't notice was that just after she left, a casual smile crossed the face of the boy behind her, and his eyes flashed slightly. showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Ye Qing'an hurriedly ran out of the supermarket, and the sun shone warmly on his body, dispelling the coldness of Fang Cai.
Her ability to remember people is not very strong, many people have seen it seven or eight times, but she may not be able to remember.
The boy just now reminded her of Fu Sinian with just a side face.
The feeling of irritability appeared again, Ye Qing'an panicked, and she hurriedly drank a saliva to calm down.
After eating in the evening, Ye Qing'an went to the home of a child in the No. 3 Provincial Middle School near the school to make up for the lesson.
In fact, her living expenses are enough, but Ye's father and Ye's mother hope that she can have more contact with other people, so they found her a child of a leading family.
In all fairness, children make Ye Qingan more relaxed.
It was already more than eight o'clock in the evening when he returned to school, and the sound of ping pong on the court was still endless, Ye Qingan walked in the bustling crowd and walked towards the school's family building.
The place she rented was very close to the school building, a little closer than the dormitory.
As soon as he turned a corner and entered the alley, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, Ye Qingan hesitated to slow down his pace and turned around, there was no one behind him, nothing.
The surroundings were gray and invisible, only the shadows of the walls not far away and the branches of the trees in the shadows could be faintly seen.
Her heart fluttered, and a bad premonition welled up, and her steps became faster, almost running.
However, the hand has not yet touched the unit door.
Her whole body was grabbed from behind, a hand was stretched out from behind her ear, and a cool breath came to her face, covering her mouth and nose.
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