Chapter 595 An An, I Love You After All These Years (Please Vote)

Lu Yan looked back, his brown eyes fell on Lin Shun's face. He lifted his thin lips and forced out a cold syllable from his throat, "Get lost!"

Lin Shun was born in a noble family, and he had a smooth and prosperous life. Who dared to talk to him like this?

"I won't get lost, what do you want to do to me?"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Yan turned his hand back, and his large and rough palm reached out to grab Lin Shun's wrist, and then twisted it hard.

With a click, Lin Shun's arm was dislocated, and he screamed in pain, "It hurts, it hurts, let go!"

Lu Yan stretched out his hand and pushed, Lin Shun staggered back a few steps, and then fell to the ground, and he rolled a few times like a ball.

Lu Yan looked at him coldly, "If you can't get lost, then I can only teach you."

After that, Lu Yan got on the driver's seat and the jeep sped away.

"You bastard, come back to me!" Lin Shun fell to the ground and screamed, but the jeep left him with exhaust gas.

Puff.

Many people were laughing secretly.

Lin Shun looked up and saw Jiang Guo, Tiantian, and other FIU people were laughing secretly.

He glared at them angrily.

"Go to work!" Jiang Guo ran away with his men.

Lin Shun climbed up, came to Qianqian's side, and smiled attentively, "Qianqian."

Qianqian looked at Lin Shun with contempt, turned around and left.

In Qianqian's eyes, this Lin Shun was not even worthy of carrying Lu Yan's shoes.

She looked at the disappearing shadow of the jeep with love and hate.

...

The jeep stopped in front of a villa on a nearby mountain, where Lu Yan found a signal.

He opened the door and got out of the car. Lu Yan quickly entered the villa. There was no sound in the villa.

The silence was suffocating.

He looked up at the room upstairs, and the door of the room was tightly closed.

Lu Yan raised his foot and went up the stairs step by step.

With each step, his feet felt like a thousand gold, and the muscles in the black shirt were throbbing with blood. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe, he didn't think about anything.

He was late.

As long as she was still alive.

He didn't ask for anything.

He would spend more time to love her in the future, everything would pass, and all the trauma would be healed.

When he came to the door of the room, there was still no sound inside. Lu Yan narrowed his eyes, then stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

With a bang, the door opened, and he looked into the room with scarlet brown eyes.

No.

It was not what he could imagine.

When he went up the stairs just now, thousands of images appeared in his mind, but the scene in front of him was not any of them.

His brown pupils contracted violently, and it took him several seconds to react.

An An sat on the bed, her dress was covered in blood, and Delia fell in her arms, with a sheet around her neck.

Delia was not dead yet, he stared at An An with his eyes wide open.

Lu Yan quickly stepped forward, he came to An An's side in a few steps, then squatted down, he reached out to touch An An's little head.

An An suddenly raised her eyes, and her beautiful eyes shot at Lu Yan with cold blades.

Lu Yan's breathing tightened, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand. He lowered his eyelids and looked at her two small hands grabbing the bed sheet. Her palms were already clenched, and the fresh flesh was stuck to the bed sheet, which was shocking.

The bed was covered with blood, and there was sticky blood dripping down the bed sheet. The room was very quiet, and the ticking, ticking, ticking sound made people's scalps numb and creepy.

Delia had no knife wounds on her body, and the blood was all from An An.

Lu Yan rolled his throat up and down, and his rough big hand clasped An An's back of the head and pressed her into his arms.

His flexible thin lips pressed against her hair and kissed her hard, and he said in a hoarse voice, "An An, it's me, A Yan."

A Yan.

An An's tense brain nerves suddenly relaxed, and her overly stiff body softened, like a puddle of water. The clean color returned to her beautiful eyes. She closed her red lips and said nothing.

She didn't feel it just now, but now that her brain was revived, her body was hit by overwhelming pain.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

Her small face, the size of a palm, turned as white as a piece of paper in an instant, and the feathers of a butterfly and cicada wings covered her. She softened in his arms.

Lu Yan pulled the bed sheet out of her palm, and her palm was rotten. He kicked away the dead Delia. He held her with one arm and spread her dress with one hand. Her flat belly was stabbed seven or eight times, and each knife cut into the flesh. The gurgling hot blood seemed to be gushing out, and it couldn't be stopped.

Lu Yan closed her clothes, gathered strength with one arm, and rubbed her delicate body into his bones, "An An, I'll take you to the hospital now."

He picked her up horizontally and left the villa quickly.

He put her on the passenger seat and tied her waist with a bed sheet. There was no first aid here, so he could only stop her bleeding like this.

The jeep started, and he looked at her sideways. Blood flowed down her thin white calf, quickly dyeing the passenger seat red.

He pressed the steering wheel with one hand and pressed her wound with the other hand. He felt the temperature of her blood and her life gradually slipping away in his fingertips.

The girl's little head tilted on the seat. If it weren't for the seat belt, she would have fallen down long ago. The slender feather covered her, and she seemed to be sleeping.

Once she fell asleep, she couldn't wake up.

Lu Yan pulled his thin lips, his hoarse voice was trembling, and he was full of coaxing and... begging, "An'an, don't sleep, let's talk, tell me, what happened just now?"

Hearing his hoarse voice, An An raised her eyes weakly and laboriously. Her whole body was in pain, so painful that she didn't even have the strength to speak.

She looked at Lu Yan and raised the corners of her pale lips softly, "Ayan, I said...I will wait for you, always...waiting for you to come."

"Just now... I was about to faint, so I pretended to be faint. When Delia... came, I kicked him. He was in pain... and his face changed. He took out the knife and stabbed me like crazy. It’s…seven or eight knives…”

"Such a stab made me wake up. I picked up...the sheet and strangled his neck..."

"He struggled several times with great strength, and he almost broke free. But I was thinking, if I die, I won't be able to wait for Ayan..."

An An stretched out her little hand and gently held his rough palm. She rubbed his calluses with her soft fingertips. This was the power that time had accumulated on him and related to the years.

She looked at him with sharp eyes, like stars in the sky, "Ayan, if I love you, I must love what you love. For so many years, I have been following your footsteps. One day, I will be as brave as you. , I will also have the same faith as you, and I will live like you."

"Ayan, I am yours. Many years ago, my mother did not keep the little Yan. Now I have kept it. From now on, there will be less sadness and more happiness. So many people love you, and I love you too."

She loved him, he always knew it.

The girl's soft voice rang in his ears, hitting his strong heart every word, and he held her cold little hand in his palm.

He drove the car and looked straight ahead. The neon lights of the city reflected through the car window on his handsome face, adding to the vicissitudes of life.

Although he has lived in prosperity for so many years, prosperity has never belonged to him, and he has never been nostalgic and lost.

After all the winding roads he has walked and how many thorns and winds he has overcome over the years, he is still vaguely the same sleepless man who carried a backpack, left his hometown, and came to the big city to make a living.

Lu Yan's deep brown eyes were stained with scarlet, and there was still a little glimmer of water. He curled his thin lips and smiled hoarsely, "I have never cared about this part of the journey I have taken. I care about the sacrifices I have made." How much, what will be gained? Although I never saw my father for the last time, he left me a note with a few simple words, "Be an upright person."

"Life like this can't be said to be good, nor can it be said to be bad. As long as I bring you home when you are 6 years old when I am 27 years old."

"At that time, you were weak and timid, and you were very afraid of me. When I came, you would hide in your room, but when I left, you would open the door and peek, like a little rabbit."

"One time when I came back from injury, I saw you crying secretly. I even scolded you at that time, "You are crying in mourning."

"You continue to grow up, and the growing affection between us gradually makes us different. You confide your love to me, and you press on me step by step. In fact, it's not that you don't want to, but... you're afraid."

"I'm afraid I can't find a balance. One hand is a heavy burden, and the other is love. I'm afraid I'll let the country down, and I'm afraid I'll let you down. Is there any way to have both in this world? I can't live up to the Tathagata and I can't live up to you."

"What I'm even more afraid of is that I'm afraid that time will pass and time will run out. In your youth, how dare I...sing my love to you?"

"But, after all, I fell in love, fell in love, fell in love with the warmth you gave me, fell in love with the love you gave me. After walking for so many years, I suddenly wanted to stop. I was tired, tired, and hurt. My heart aches, I feel lonely, I want to fall asleep, and suddenly I want you to accompany me.”

"I want to have a family with you, I want to tell you about my parents, I want to ask you seriously, An'an, I'm not perfect, I'm forty, I didn't go to college seriously, I've had a lot of problems Woman, I have very low self-esteem, so have you considered it carefully and never come to play with me, because this is my first time to play with feelings and fall in love.”

"I also want to tell you secretly, if there was anything that made you sad in the past, you must be more tolerant. I was worried, hesitant, and hesitant. It was all because I was too old and you were too young. I was very bad, but you were very good. I always think about our future, and I always look for the possibility of happiness for us. I give my heart to you, An An, I love you for so many years. "

He said, An'an, I have loved you after so many years.

An An's eyebrows widened with a smile, she finally waited, waited for his confession, his love.

An An's slender body slowly lay down, her little face lying on his strong thigh. She stretched out her little hand and touched the prosthetic leg of his right leg. Here was the best love he gave her.

In fact, real heroes have flesh and blood, and the so-called softness and weakness will make them more beautiful.

An An closed her eyes gently, "Ayan, you know, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was pregnant and gave birth to a pair of twins."

Twins?

How wonderful it is to have children.

Lu Yan curled his thin lips, inserted his big palms into her black hair, wrapped it around her pale forehead and stroked her back, "If we have twins, what will our daughter be called and what will our son's name be?"

The words fell and there was no response for a long time.

An An closed her eyes and never opened them again.

She fell asleep.

She fell asleep anyway.

Lu Yan didn't dare to lower his eyes or look down. The veins in the big hand holding the steering wheel were pulsing. His heart hurt. Every breath hurt. It hurt so much that he couldn't bear to die.

Time went back to that night many years ago. In the winter, he was wearing a thin and shabby shirt, sitting alone on the stone outside, and he looked at the sky over and over again.

He was left behind.

From then on he became a human being.

The world is so big that his home is gone.

There is no place for his love in this life.

He had suffered the unbearable pain once, and now God was so merciless that he had to endure it a second time.

Years ago, my eyes were dry and I didn’t shed a single tear.

Now her two big hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her gradually cold body lay on his strong thighs. Her eyes suddenly became moist, and something overflowed in her heart.

One drop, two drops, three drops... The tears in his eyes fell down, blurring his vision for a moment.

It turns out that tears are so hot.

It burned his heart and burned him to death.

Time is irreversible, it turns out it’s still too late.

An'an.

His peace.

His thick and handsome shoulders began to move. He had never cried before, and he didn't know what it was like for a man to cry. He didn't know how to relieve the pain in his heart. He clenched his fists and bit his lips, panicking.

All the flowers were withering and his world became black and white.

At this moment, a soft and feeble voice sounded in my ears, "It's your job as a father to name the baby."

Lu Yan froze, and he quickly lowered his eyes. An An did not open her eyes, but the slender feathers like butterfly and cicada wings were trembling and moving.

Tick ​​tock, a hot teardrop fell on her little face.

An An slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. She suddenly saw the man with tears streaming down his face.

She was startled and quickly raised the corners of her lips. The girl's soft voice was filled with a hint of coquettishness and joy, "Idiot, I didn't sleep. Although my body hurts so much, I want to close my eyes and sleep for a while so that it won't hurt anymore." , but still didn’t sleep because...I couldn’t bear to do it.”

As she spoke, she raised her little hand, and her soft fingertips slowly climbed up the outline of his handsome and weathered face, admiring and nostalgic, "I can't bear to sleep, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I will fall asleep, my Ayan what to do?"