The breeze blew through the bougainvillea, and the leaves fell like waves, and a string of wind bells jingled under the eaves. Suddenly full of milk, Suddenly fell asleep in the cradle with six hundred sixty, He An closed the door of the inn and started to clean up the rooms one by one.

In order to save money for Dai Xiao, He An didn't hire a cleaner. He did all the work like making a bed, taking out garbage, cleaning the room, and replenishing daily necessities. His body hasn't healed, and sometimes it's bad, sometimes he can't take half the cleaning, so he sits down and takes a breath.

After working for more than an hour, he finally packed up his last room.

A large open bedroom is located on the inside of the second floor, a distance from the riverside bar. It will be quiet at night, and it also has a small balcony with elegant tea seats and potted plants. The small balcony is hidden among the blooming flowering branches, and the flowering branches are set, and in the distance are the rolling mountains and Qingchuan.

Different seasons, even if staying for a year will not get tired.

That mysterious anonymous guest ... should you like it?

After laying the bed, Xu bowed his head for too long, and a dizziness struck. He An hurriedly supported the bed board for a while.

The dizziness didn't get better for a long time, and his forehead sweated, so he had to sit down and rest slowly. Taking advantage of the rest, he left a note of welcome with the note paper in the drawer, and placed it squarely on the bedside table.

Just after doing this, I only heard a "squeak", and the courtyard door downstairs was pushed open.

There is no doorbell at Qingguo Inn. Two old wooden doors take on the duties of a doorbell. They are heavy, and for some years, the hinges have been rusted by rain, and every time they turn, there will be an old and long-distance sound that can be heard everywhere.

He An looked up at the clock at exactly nine o'clock.

Is that the guest?

He didn't think much, hurriedly smoothed the wrinkles on the quilt, and pushed the door out to greet him.

Go down a few steps and look down at the railings on the corner platform, but no one is near the gate. He An felt weird, and his subconscious eyes drifted towards the yard. This moment made him suddenly stiff.

He saw someone who shouldn't show up anyway.

Zheng Feiyu.

Alpha stood in front of the swing frame, very close to Lily of the Valley, and even stepped forward, reaching for his sleeping Lily of the Valley.

Seeing this, He An's hand holding on to the railing suddenly clenched. The warm sun shines above his head, but he seems to have fallen into the piercing ice cellar, and the fear at that moment is enough to make people guilty.

A little child was sleeping in the little swing cradle.

Lily of the valley.

His daughter.

Zheng Feiyu watched her, and there was a movement in his calm eyes.

He did not expect that after a long journey of more than ten hours, when he stepped into the Qingguo Inn, the first person to meet him would be Lily of the Valley-she carried a fat cat and slept in a cradle like a flower Flowers budding.

The feeling of seeing it with my own eyes ... indescribable.

Without the rough pixel squares and the distorted colors, the child's whiteness and water spirit jumped out of sight.

Zheng Feiyu just felt tired and swept away, took a step forward, bent down, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch the child's beautiful face, but at the moment he was about to touch--

"Don't touch her!"

A stern shout rang from above his head.

He suddenly looked up.

At the corner of the stairs, He An was holding the railing, leaned forward, and stared at him in horror. The fierce-looking look was like a beast protecting a calf.

Zheng Feiyu didn't have time to explain anything. He just listened to a series of rushing downstairs sounds, and then his shoulders were slammed open. An almost inaudible lily of the valley floated in front of him, waiting to react, in the shaking cradle There was only one cat with a belly in the sky.

Chapter 38

"He An?"

Zheng Fei was anxious, trying to pull He An, but was forced to break away.

He An hugged Suzuran and stumbled back three or four steps until he banged and hit the hard porch behind him. He panicked and looked around. The residents had left, and Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu could not return until some time. The inn was empty and there was no one who could help him.

Realizing his isolation, his face turned pale for three minutes.