Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 12 What About Me?

Chu Yan sneered, "Of course it's Aran, whom I've been thinking about for so many years, who else could there be besides him?"

"He...how could it be? Didn't he already..." Qiao Wan'an was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Shut up! Ah Ran is fine now, he has returned to my side, you are not allowed to mention this matter again!" Chu Yan sternly said.

Qiao Wanan arched her body in pain, and forced a smile, "So you left me without saying a word, is it because he is?"

Chu Yan was immersed in the great joy of He Xiran's return all afternoon, how could he still remember Qiao Wan'an?

It wasn't until then that he remembered that he had left Joe Goodnight alone.

But so what, Qiao Wan'an is such a big man, can he still lose himself?

Chu Yan said: "What do you mean? I will definitely come back as soon as Aran comes back. Is it possible that I still want to watch you on the mountain and blow the northwest wind?"

"Yeah, he's back, and it's time for you to go back..." Qiao Wanan didn't want to cry, but she was really wronged, hot tears rolled down her cheeks, and was soon blown cold to the bone by the wind, "But, but what about me?" ? I've been waiting for you on the mountain for more than four hours, even if you didn't think of it before, can't you tell me when you get home..."

Qiao Wan's voice became lower and lower, gradually being dispersed in the wind.

"Are you blaming me?" Chu Yan's tone sank, feeling that he was unreasonable, "Good night, Qiao, you really think I'm a fool to fool you, don't you?"

If Master Huikong hadn't let him see the scene of Qiao Wanan throwing a wishing card under the tree with an excited face, he might really have believed Qiao Wanan's nonsense. Didn't he say that he made a strategy before he came?Looking at his excitement, he must have lost himself in playing on the mountain!

Besides, who in the world would be so stupid to wait so long for him just because he said something casually?

At this moment, he was very glad that he went to meet the master in person, otherwise he would not have discovered Qiao Wan'an's hypocrisy. Most importantly, the master returned Aran to him in secret.

After figuring this out, Chu Yan had no shame at all, "Waiting for me for four hours, isn't it because I thought of calling me after playing for four hours?"

Otherwise, why hasn't Joe called a single good night in these four hours?

"That's not the case. I didn't go to play. I have been praying for you in the temple all the time." Qiao Wanyan explained to him seriously.

"Ayan, what happened?"

He Xiran came over and stood beside Chu Yan, his voice was clear and gentle, like a gust of mountain breeze, which softened Chu Yan's heart.

So much so that he didn't hear what Joe said after good night at all.

Chu Yan relaxed his expression towards He Xiran, and said in a gentle voice, "It's a little trouble, don't worry."

"The room has been prepared for you. It's cold downstairs. Go up and rest quickly, don't catch a cold."

Chu Yan's thoughtfulness to He Xiran seemed to Qiao Wan'an to be tortured, and the word "trouble" made Qiao Wan'an's heart throb.

He seemed to have finally realized that he was not qualified to question Chu Yan, but he couldn't help but clenched his phone tightly and begged, "Ayan...it's so cold on the mountain, can you get someone to pick me up?"

Because it is not safe at night in winter, Nanshan Scenic Area has already been closed, and there is no traffic.

But in Chu Yan's case, sending someone over was just a phone call away.

Watching He Xiran go upstairs to the room, Chu Yan replied coldly: "Are you an idiot? The scenic spots are closed. Where can I pick you up? I can just find a hotel to sleep in!"

"But I didn't—"

The voice stopped abruptly. Qiao Wan'an looked at the phone that had been turned off due to exhaustion of battery, and covered her face in despondency, tears streaming from her fingers.

"But I don't have money, and I don't have an ID card..."

All the money he brought was donated to the merit box, and Chu Yan’s name was recorded on every merit, but that person with great public morality didn’t even worry about whether he had a place to sleep at night, and even a phone call unwilling to fight for him.

Qiao Wan'an is like a stupid child picked up by someone who lost the child, living in the shadow of that child all day long, living in panic.He was always clumsily trying to please as best he could, only to be ridiculed and misunderstood, and once the child who should have belonged to the family returned, he would be thrown away without hesitation.

"Are you OK?"

He looked up, it was the monk who had just left and returned, and the monk handed him a plain white handkerchief.

The wind in Nanshan is never gentle. The north wind is like a knife cutting on the tear-wet cheeks. The pain seems to tear the face. Qiao Wan'an took the handkerchief and said sincerely:

"Sorry, thank you..."

He got up slowly, recovered a little bit of reason, and felt that he was causing trouble to others, so he walked out silently.

His legs were numb from squatting for too long, and he limped when he walked. He ran against the glorious light of the palace, as if he was going to plunge into that darkness.

The monk hesitated and called to him, "This... sir, it's snowing outside, and the mountain road is not easy to walk."

Qiao Wan'an seemed not to hear, and walked forward in a daze.

So what if it snows?He has nowhere to go.

He thought that as long as he treats Chu Yan wholeheartedly, he will see his goodness one day.

He doesn't want to replace anyone, and he can't replace anyone, because there is only one such stupid Qiao Wan'an, and he doesn't expect Chu Yan to like him much, but at least, don't hate him so much, don't make him hurt so much...

But now that He Xiran is back, a person who has been irreplaceable in Chu Yan's heart since his death for many years is back, Qiao Wan'an can't even imagine that Chu Yan is going crazy with joy at this time.

What about him?Just treat it as a joke.

The wind and snow were brutal, blurring his eyes and chilling his heart. Qiao Wan'an's face was bloodless and almost merged with the ice and snow.

The road was too dark and too long, and he could no longer see the end at a glance.