When Yanning was just a moment ago, Zheng Feiyu felt restrained. When Yanning both sides told each other to get on the bus and leave, he was even more restrained-he couldn't figure out how Hean accepted him. When he was alone, he didn't Dare to be too warm and too reluctant to be too alienated, the consequence is that you have to repeatedly adjust the distance of even a dozen centimeters walking side by side.

In contrast, He An is much more relaxed, carrying his hands on the back, and chatting with him as he walks: "I ’m so anxious, didn't you sleep last night?"

"It's okay. There was a bed on the plane and I slept." Zheng Feiyan only treated him as a polite person.

"This way ..." He An showed a look of surprise and loss. "I thought you would be too excited to sleep."

Oops, wrong answer.

Zheng Feiyu screamed badly, and quickly modified the answer: "Actually ... I didn't sleep well."

He An laughed silently.

When he passed the stall early, he asked Zheng Feiyu to wait a while, and went to buy two plum meat buns, two pumpkin pie, and two cups of hot soy milk. The meat buns and pumpkin pie were packed in plastic bags and hung on the wrists, while soy milk was taken with a glass in each hand.

He walked in front of Zheng Feiyu and stretched out his hand: "Oh, yours."

Zheng Feiyu was flattered.

Back at the inn, the soy milk just drank, and both empty glasses were thrown into the trash can near the door. He An said he would go into the house to see if Lily of the Valley was awake, and Zheng Feiyu waited in the yard first.

The fat chicken cub he sent was forgotten by Suzuran in the swing cradle, crooked and crooked, and was very cute.

It's been more than half a year, and it hasn't fallen out of favor yet.

Zheng Feiyu was so happy that he stooped to help him straighten out.

After a while, He An came out alone, and Zheng Feiyu lowered his volume and asked, "Still sleeping?"

"Well, I'm still asleep." He An nodded and smiled. "I'm biting my fingers. I'm hungry. I almost smell drunk when I smell the meat."

He led Zheng Feiyu to the living room, stepped into the door, put the plastic bag for breakfast on the coffee table, and then walked around the counter, and began to process Zheng Feiyu. He said casually: "Linglan likes Uncle Yan very much. Come here and find that someone is missing. I must cry. I have to make a bowl of eggs and pour more milk to coax her down ... Ah, and she may have a psychological shadow over you. Seeing you will be afraid , Don't rush into success, you should get along with her slowly. "

"I will pay attention."

Zheng Feiyu kept promised.

He An tapped the keyboard a few times and raised his head from behind the screen: "Is that the same 207 as before?

Zheng Feiyu: "Okay, of course."

A wooden bed in the storage room will do.

He An clicked into the page of 207's guest room, and while typing, he said, "I don't know if he was your father the day Uncle Yan came, and he gave 207 to him. This room will soon become your Zheng family. Here, eh, check-out date ... how to fill this out? "

He paused with his mouse and looked up to ask Fei Zheng: "Half a year, right?"

Half a year?

Zheng Feiyi was clearly surprised.

He thought he would give one day, as he did before.

When He An saw him faint, he couldn't help laughing: "Are we not making an appointment? As long as you are disciplined enough, you won't be stuck every day, I think now ..."

He nodded at Zheng Feiyu's left hand: "It should pass."

Zheng Feiyu's heart warmed, and he grasped his wrist subconsciously.

The festering flesh has not healed, it doesn't touch it, and it hurts, like an aggressive bee, buzzing around in circles with spikes all day long, making him uncomfortable every second. But now it's all worth it.

The bright silver key was delivered to him again, and he was still familiar with the green apple keychain.

"He An."

Zheng Feiyu tightened his five fingers, and bumpy metal blunt teeth pressed into his palm: "That night ... I'm sorry."

He An stared at him without nodding and shaking his head.

"... Can you forgive me?" Zheng Feiyu asked again.

He An then stretched out a finger: "You can only forgive it once, and ..." The finger was bent down again, "I only give half of it today, and the rest will wait until you pass the assessment period."

Zheng Feiyu laughed.