The two chatted, the topic was no longer limited to the small details of running an inn, and often diverged.

Going deeper, Zheng Feiyu explained some economic knowledge to He An. Going further, he talked about a few cases that happened in Jiusheng. It was real and interesting. He knows more, talks calmly, and is patient enough. He An listens with interest, turning his large notebook into four or five pages.

Since leaving Yuanda, He An has never experienced the feeling of acquiring a lot of knowledge in a short time. Compared to a person scouring the sand in the sea of ​​books, it is undoubtedly more comfortable to lead the way.

Moreover, the person who taught him was Zheng Feiyu.

He An is immersed in it, those painful memories breeding in love are quietly disappeared in the conversation, as if he is still a vast ordinary student, and Zheng Feiyu is still the Alpha sitting on the platform of the school lecture hall many years ago. ——I need to go to the line early in the morning with my student ID, anxiously holding my toes and counting the densely crowded heads in front of me. I can get a ticket for a long time, and I can squeeze into the aisle nowhere to see Mr. Alpha.

He An never told anyone that it was the happiest day of his short college career.

Now, he coincidentally achieved his wish that year: sitting close to Zheng Feiyu, face to face, he asked his academic doubts, and Zheng Feiyu gave a good answer.

Do not talk about love, do not talk about love, only discuss the most rational and objective content.

Even in his youthful Huaichun dream, he did not dare to expect the favor of Zheng Feiyu. He only dared to think of this step, and then approached like a thin ice and stopped outside the red line.

Zheng Feiyu and him are exactly the opposite. The drunkard's meaning is not wine. Behind every sentence of the Eight Classics is calculating how many points can be added to himself. Everyone's decent expression is telling the way to love in the future. Laying bricks. Seeing He Dian's dazzling vitality in his eyes, he felt that it wouldn't be long before he could carry people home.

Gradually, He An showed tiredness on his face, and his reaction was far less enthusiastic than at first.

Sometimes the words are being written, the fingers holding the pen will be clenched tightly, stiffened for two or three seconds, and the eyebrows will be wrinkled. The smile seemed to be covered by fog, and the corners of the lips were clearly curved, but the brows were always stretched.

It's probably been a long chat, so tired, after all, a lesson is only forty minutes.

Zheng Feiyu thought.

There was a faint warm red glow on the bar, the coffee cup was bottomed out, and only a layer of pastry crumbs remained on the shallow dish. Suzuki happened to sit on the high chair, licking her fingers, and then licking her lips, pretending that she didn't eat.

"I ... I should go back." He An closed his notebook and put it in his pocket.

"Okay, I'll send you."

Zheng Feiyu didn't stay. Today, he has set a record for his time alone. Things must be done step by step, not in a hurry or in a hurry.

He An nodded and bent to hug lily of the valley.

The first Xu was wrong posture, he actually took off his hand halfway, and couldn't hold it. He froze slightly and tried again. This time, fortunately, nothing happened, and he successfully lifted a little girl weighing more than 20 kilos.

Zheng Feiyu stepped out of the bar and personally took them to the entrance of Redberry West Point.

"Goodbye." He An smiled softly at him.

"Goodbye."

He stood at the door, watching his father and daughter walk across the small stone bridge and step into the door of Qingguo Inn before turning back to the store. But what he didn't know was that the smile on He An's face disappeared as soon as he left his sight.

It was replaced by clenched teeth, pale lips, and an increasingly painful expression.

He An clearly felt that his physical strength was losing quickly. He stumbled back to the bedroom, and hurriedly delivered Suzuran to the bed before the shaking arm completely lost his strength.

His body was so weak that there was a layer of wet cold sweat behind his back.

He closed his eyes, supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and covered his chest with one hand, trying to ease the feeling of heartburn-in the semi-closed West Point House, over time, Alpha pheromones accumulated in the air and became fierce. The ground surrounded him.

Zheng Feiyu didn't mean it, he knew, but he was too uncomfortable.

The dizzy feeling seemed to be injected into the blood vessels, pumped by the stalled heart to all parts of the body, spread rapidly, and became more turbulent.

He finally couldn't stand it. He rushed into the bathroom, his legs softened, and he knelt down in front of the toilet, his face pale, and he spit out all the coffee and pastries that he had just swallowed in his stomach.

Chapter 54

In April, the town was rainy.

The overcast cloud is like a thousand-layer spider web woven in the sky. It is sticky and thick. It cannot be lifted or blown away. The sun never comes out once in a few days.

Business was deserted on a rainy day. Zheng Feiyu stood behind the bar, staring dullly across the street. The door of Qingguo Inn was half-covered, and no one came in or out for a long time. The pink wall was wet with moss, and a row of cornflowers at the root of the wall swayed from side to side, nodded and smashed by raindrops.

Since the long talk at the end of March, He An has never brought Lily of the Valley to West Point House.