Zhang Xiao'e did eat, and she drank a bite of porridge and picked up her pickles, but she didn't look up from beginning to end. She occasionally shed two tears. An Ran would hand over the paper as soon as possible. The meal was very long, from dark to dawn, and then the first ray of sunlight shot in from the gap between the two curtains.

Pull the curtains open safely, which is the smell of the morning.

Zhang Xiao'e also felt inexplicably that she could sit down and eat pickles that were salty, like a heavy punch hitting cotton without any force, her punch became meaningless.

When she put down the chopsticks, she raised her head and looked at An Ran. This was a face that she felt pure when she saw it at first. She couldn't figure out what was contained under this skin. If it were placed in school, a boy liked her so pure, and she could use her charm and charm to snatch love, but now she could never have any resentment.

The feeling of being born from the heart: they are perfect matches, they are perfect matches.

"It's dawn, I'm leaving." Zhang Xiao'e slowly said a few words.

"Let Feiyang give you?" An Ran asked with a smile.

Zhang Xiao'e glanced at him when she heard this.

An Ran can face it calmly, but Liu Feiyang cannot. This guy can't say that he can hold a boat in the prime minister's stomach, but he is definitely not a petty person. He just always feels a little awkward. In addition, the departure of the second child can be said to be a major failure of his life so far.

"No, everything is life." Zhang Xiao'e's eyelids were already edema.

He said he would let go, but he definitely didn't. A feeling of guilt gradually emerged in his heart, feeling that if he continued to pester, he would be a sinner. This was never seen in her for more than 20 years. In the past, no matter whether she hit, scolded, or stood on the street, kicked the man holding a rose to court to the ground.

"I wish you happiness," she said in a cliché after she stood up.

"You go and see it off" Anran pushed Liu Feiyang down.

Only then did Liu Feiyang have the courage to look at Zhang Xiao'e. He was not a fool, but he had the courage to enter Zhao Weihan's family with two fake heads. He was not as pedantic as a elm, but he didn't know how to deal with this problem. After a brief hesitation, he still stood up.

Zhang Xiao'e did not make too much politeness, nor did she doubt An Ran's intentions. If she understood this action as a demonstration, it would be too much of a villain's heart to judge a gentleman's abdomen. She turned her head and looked forward without much energy. She pushed open the door and walked out slowly. Liu Feiyang walked beside her, pushed open the door outside and rushed in. She breathed this clear air into her lungs. She felt much more clear. She turned her head and looked at the sun, and couldn't help but close her eyes. It can be said that this girl and any man were a great gift from God.

A little shorter than Anran, she has to be about 1.68 meters tall. When you walk into the village, you will make the old man sitting on the stone at the entrance of the village urge to have the young man's urge. She is very beautiful.

But some people will never be able to embrace this beauty.

She walked forward, and Liu Feiyang followed behind, silently and unfast. When she reached the entrance of the alley, she continued to move forward, and Liu Feiyang stopped.

Looking at her back, there was no love, no impulse, no pitifulness.

As Zhang Xiao'e walked, she couldn't help but lower her head. Her hair, which had not been washed in two days, was a little fluffy, and her steps became more haggard. She covered her face and cried again.

An Ran saw them leaving, looked out the window, silently chanting, "Don't fight for spring with flowers, every inch of lovesickness and ash, I can't stop others from like you, so I must stop others from hating you as much as possible."

She stood up gracefully, put away the chopsticks and bowls, and delivered them to the kitchen.

It was not until Zhang Xiao'e disappeared from sight that Liu Feiyang turned around and walked back. His heart was mixed. In fact, it was still like a dream now. Someone passed by and nodded to him in a dull response. The sunshine this morning was particularly dazzling, so he could hardly open it. He turned his head and walked towards home.

When he passed by Tian Shufen's house, he couldn't help but stop. From the door, he could see the window behind. When he came back safely yesterday, he saw that it was smashed, so he asked someone to help him change it. At this time, the curtain had been lowered, and Tian Shufen's hoarse scream came from inside, as if it was a demonstration, louder than ever before. From time to time, Zhao Zhigao's wild muffled voices were heard. The two of them were sweating freely as if they were others.

Even the old man opposite had already poked his head out of the wall and listened with pleasure, he couldn't help them to restrain themselves at all.

Some women turn around for a lifetime, and some men turn around for a lifetime.

Liu Feiyang lit a cigarette, felt a little sad inexplicably. He walked back to the yard, regained his true nature as a farmer, squatted at the base of the wall and sucked it one by one. He stayed here for more than ten minutes before he stood up and walked back into the house.

Anran, sitting by the kang, her feet hanging down on the ground.

Her face was pure and untainted, and her eyes were rippling like autumn water. She had a pink hairpin on her head, without any extra burden. She put her hair behind her ears and changed into a floral skirt she bought for twenty yuan on the street. The hem of the skirt was above the knee, and her legs moved slightly and the hem of the skirt would flutter.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he slowly raised his head and looked at the door with the clearest smile. When he saw Liu Feiyang coming in, he had a smile on his face, "I bought a new skirt. When you were hospitalized, I went downstairs to buy food, and there happened to be a shopping mall next to me."

Liu Feiyang stopped at the door and remembered that he had promised An Ran to take her to the city to buy clothes, because he had forgotten the hospitalization.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, An Ran walked down and said, "Is it good-looking with your money?"

After she finished speaking, she turned around the ground, which made people forget their worries and sorrows.

I walked to the recorder and reached out to press the play button. The recorder was the only large item in my family except for the TV. It was bought by her parents when she was alive. It was very large, about 80 cm long and dark all over, weighing more than 20 pounds.

A magnetic male voice came from inside, "The flowers bloom in spring, the autumn wind and the fallen sun in winter, the story of flowing water taking away time has changed one person... The story of flowing water taking away time has changed two people"

Anran danced gracefully to the music. Apart from the children in the kindergarten, the calf at the door was the first to appreciate the graceful dance.

She was like a swan, the sunlight shining in the window was the light, the room was her stage, her hair swung and her skirt danced. She was not a lonely dancer, because there was a beloved audience in the audience.

Elegant movements, graceful figures, and light dance steps.

She jumped in front of Liu Feiyang, grabbed Liu Feiyang's hand with one hand, and pulled him onto the stage.

This calf can't jump, standing in the middle like a piece of wood, An Ran puts one hand on his shoulder, raised her fair neck, and always had a "smile facing life" on her face.

I couldn't appreciate the songs and dances, but I could appreciate An Ran. I heard the sound of the music gradually getting smaller, and I bent down very roughly and picked it up for An Ran and put it on the kang.

An Ran looked at him with a look of intoxication, her breathing was rapid, and her face was about to drip.

"Do you know what the song was called just now?"

"The Story of Time"

"right"

An Ran nodded, then closed her eyes.
Chapter completed!