Three years of love

Chapter 1
"Tang Zhanyang. Tang Zhanyang. Tang Zhanyang..."

A full page, white paper, black characters, lines of black and white are so obvious.

But the line of characters composed of three characters is so vivid, and in this silent night, under the hazy yellow light, it is so dazzling, just like the owner of this name, always Yes, laughing at her all the time, ready to stab others.

"Tang Zhanyang..."

Gently and softly speaking these three words from under his lips again, Cheng Mu'an's already pale face added another layer of dark yellow under the dim yellow light.But the dim and godless eyes just stared fixedly at the three words written by him between the lines on the paper. On the edge of his lips and under his teeth, he secretly put these three words on the tip of his tongue. Soft wandering and aftertaste how long.

Jingle Bell--

In the deep silence of the night, a sad and quiet sound came, causing Cheng Mu'an, who had been lost in his own thoughts, to frown, and Ji Er was startled, who would call so late? here?Besides, not many people know about this phone number, right?
So, is it him...

Thinking of this, I quickly straightened up, for fear that if I was a little slower, I would cause someone to be angry or unhappy.

However, when I reached out to grab the phone on the side to look at it, my heart suddenly sank, and disappointment surged again.It's not his phone number, an unfamiliar phone number.Not him.He came back late, or even didn't return, why did he tell himself once?

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"..."

There was a silence.Cheng Mu'an chuckled, looked up at the clock on the wall, one o'clock in the morning, so late, must be a mistake?

As she thought so, she did so.However, just when her hand was about to press the end button——

"...An'an, don't hang up..."

This voice, coming from the phone, was soft and urgent, with a hint of anxiety and fear in it.However, just such a voice is enough for Cheng Muan to hear clearly.However, after this clarification, Cheng Mu'an's pale face became even more colorless, and the mobile phone in her hand slid down on the sofa with a shaking of her hand.

"An'an, hello, An'an, what's going on, are you listening?" On the other side of the phone, the voice was still persistent, and it could be heard from the repeated calling that there was some anxiety, but more of it was Uneasy and worried.

"An'an, An'an?"

Hearing the faint calls coming from the phone, Cheng Muan took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, endured the pain of heart palpitations, picked up the phone again with some hesitation, and slowly put the phone down. In the ear, whispered, uncertain, "I am An An. You are... Qiuchi?"

"An'an, it's me. How are you doing?" There was a voice on the other side of the phone that made Cheng Muan's eardrums pierce.

How am I doing?

After muttering to himself, a series of gritted hatred spread from this end of the phone to an unknown distance——

"Mo Qiuchi, are you finally willing to show up? You finally thought of asking me, didn't you?"

"An'an, An'an, are you okay? It's my fault, it's my fault, it's..."

However, Cheng Mu'an never heard this series of apologies and confessions.Because - after bursts of laughter, bursts of crying, just a simple action of pressing the thumb, the phone has been quickly cut off by her.At the same time as the call was cut off, it was also the voice on the phone that was cut off immediately.

(End of this chapter)