At night, Cheng Ran's bus shuttled through the streets of Chengxiang and stopped at Ruilin Road.

Cheng Ran got off the bus, accompanied by the creaking bus doors and the bustling crowd, the sound of cars rolling on the road at the intersection was in front of him, and the twisted wires on the street next to him could set up electric lights to illuminate the night hoof flowers and barbecue food stalls of several bench stalls.

Cheng Ran seemed to have left the secluded forest courtyard where Jiang Hongshao stood alone at this time, and walked into the fireworks world. There is no need to worry about the safety of Jiang Hongshao who sent her out, because not far from the street station where she saw him off, there is a duty point with flashing red and blue lights under the big banyan tree. In that area, the regional police station is also extremely cautious.

Cheng Ran walked across the intersection and entered the Fulong Family Hospital. If it was just an ordinary teenager, who had just come from the community on the other side of Huanjin Road, and entered the seven-story low building of the courtyard built ten years ago in the Fulong Family Courtyard, there should be a sense of gap, but the young man in front of him didn't seem to have this feeling, but his steps were brisk.

Downstairs, I saw the lights at home from a distance, Xu Lan and Cheng Feiyang were already at home after entering the door, both of them were watching TV in the living room, Cheng Ran entered the door, Xu Lan said, "Why don't you come back, I'm going to call you." ”

Cheng Feiyang laughed, "If you don't come back, your mother won't even watch TV." ”

"I see that you are really Mr. Cheng called by outsiders, and you speak in a set way. Why didn't I see it?I watched it very much, my son was playing outside, I don't worry, it seems like you were asking questions before," Xu Lan turned her head to Cheng Ran, "I asked you if you have spent money indiscriminately recently, and what have you done with the money you earn......ed?"

Xu Lan pointed at Cheng Feiyang, who was slightly embarrassed, " Your father, it's just like this, it's like that, it's not enough to say what you care about, and you don't want to tell him so much detail, he doesn't want to ask face, so he passed me, you don't know, I'm almost annoyed to death when I usually ask, now it's okay, my son is in front of me, don't talk in my ear, what is there you ask him directly. ”

Where did Cheng Feiyang think that Xu Lan would sell him without stopping, originally he still made the majesty of the head of the family with a straight face, and Xu Lan didn't see it after a few consecutive looks, at this time, he made two "cough coughs" in his throat, his eyes didn't look at Cheng Ran, and finally he held back and forth, and held back a sentence, "When you go to someone's house as a guest, your mouth should be sweet, and you don't call people?"

Here, Xu Lan also got up, "Hungry or not, or I'll cook you a bowl of noodles, your favorite mother's hot and sour noodles." ”

Cheng Ran took off his shoes and changed his slippers and came in, and smiled, "I just ate, and we talked for a long time, and the chef invited outside made the dishes at home, and the meals were very delicious." I'm not hungry, but I want to eat everything you said, so you can cook it for me tomorrow morning. ”

"Then I'll peel you an orange and come and sit and eat. ”

"The oranges I bought this time are a little sour, so I'll eat an apple. Cheng Ran didn't let her do it, first sent Jiang Hongshao a text message that she was home, took an apple and went to the kitchen to rinse.

At this time, Xu Lancai rushed to Cheng Feiyang and said, "It seems that when you go out to eat, you are full, and your son is out to grab good food with others, and he never suffers." ”

Cheng Feiyang couldn't help but nod.

In fact, what the two of them paid attention to was whether Cheng Ran had eaten enough, but what they thought was that if he was right, he should eat well.

Cheng Ran washed the apples and came over, and Jiang Hongshao's text message also returned, "Then you should accompany your parents first...... Let's talk about it later. ”

Looking at Jiang Hongshao's text message, Cheng Ran felt a warm feeling in his heart, dispelling the cold air of early spring in Rongcheng.

In the middle of the night, if there is still someone to talk to at that time, and someone can say goodnight to each other, you may not be afraid that the night will be too quiet.

So Cheng Ran was watching TV and nibbling apples with his parents, but his mind had already taken off, thinking that under the nose of Jiang Hongshao's mother, in front of Liulin Road, the courtyard where the so-called "Xigui" is now rumored, he led Jiang Hongshao, and walked under the lights of the starry night and Yanshan...... I feel like I'm really spitting on myself, bold and bold.

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In fact, when she received the text message from Cheng Ran home, Jiang Hongshao was changing her pajamas and preparing to wash, and after her mother said goodbye to her best friend, she went to bed early, I don't know if she was tired today or tired......

Li Jingping called her a basin of hot water, insisting that she sleep more soundly if she burned her feet, Jiang Hongshao sat on the sofa, put her feet into the hot water, and saw her father who had already washed and walked towards the other bedroom, "I'll sleep first, remember to turn off the lights later, and you will go to bed early today." "My mother sleeps lightly, my father and her have long slept in separate rooms, and my father has to read books at night, which is a habit for many years, so I sleep in a guest room by myself.

After Jiang Hongshao responded to his several admonitions, Li Jingping went to his house and closed the door. Jiang Hongshao wiped her feet with a handkerchief, picked up the basin and poured hot water, stepped on her cotton slippers, went up to her room on the second floor, sat on the bed, and Cheng Ran's text message had already come.

In fact, the two of them just want to maintain the phone now, as for what to say, it doesn't really matter. Jiang Hongshao will also pick up an unfinished book on the bedside table and flip through it, this is the same habit as her father, she used to be very focused when she read a book, but today she put the phone between the pages, looking at the book here, but the pupil swept to the phone from time to time, waiting for a new text message from Cheng Ran's side.

Waiting quietly in this kind of gap, sending a message to raise the topic, and waiting for the other party to respond to the topic in a little excitement, a little irritable.

Obviously thinking that it won't work, I'll read this paragraph of the book first, and then read it after a while when the text message arrives......

But as soon as the crisp jingle sounded, her bamboo shoot thumb pressed on the small button of Nokia's representative mailbox the next moment, and then looked at the content on it, gradually revealing a bright smile.

After replying to the text message, she looked at the hand she had held with Cheng Ran again, and a confused look appeared in her eyes from a slight embarrassment.

The sudden ringing interrupted her reverie, and she saw the caller, which said "Auntie".

Then the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she picked up the phone, "Hey." ”

From a very young age, her aunt, who loved her the most, was Jiang Hongshao's best friend and mentor in some directions of life.

She often tells her own experience, analyzes people's hearts with herself, and talks about her experience, but these things are actually not told to her by her mother Jiang Yueqin. She must take time out every year to take Jiang Hongshao to travel abroad, which is called seeing the world.

They were on the island of Bohol in the Philippines, going back and forth between morning light and twilight. On a sailboat in the old port of Marseille, I lay in the sun and watched the seagulls pacing beside me, and then took the bra that my sister-in-law put next to her. Watching a football game in a packed stadium in Florence and shouting hoarsely......

Her favorite was last year's stroll along the Weir River, where she talked to her sister-in-law about Cheng Ran.

To a certain extent, Jiang Hongshao's experience and perception of life actually do not come from Jiang Yueqin, who is busy with official duties and can't take care of her somewhat, nor Li Jingping, who needs her to cook and take care of more often, but more from this aunt she can confide in.

So much so that some people in the family said that her aunt was her guide, and Jiang Hongshao had her independent self-residence, which was strong and excellent, and to a certain extent, they were so similar.

A few years ago, her aunt also told her about the things between men and women, and even about her first time, of course, these are more because Jiang Hongshao wants to understand what the situation is between men and women, and pay attention to protecting herself. It's just that thinking of the spicy boldness of her sister-in-law, who is sometimes not shocking, Jiang Hongshao just couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

In those days when they got along, they didn't hide anything from each other, and they had already taken care of each other.

At this time, after some conversation, Jiang Hongshao could obviously hear that her sister-in-law, who had always been cheerful and fearless, was not very interested, and finally when she was about to hang up the phone, her voice was melancholy and sentimental.

"He's coming, you...... See him?"

Hung up the phone.

Jiang Hongshao saw the text message sent by Cheng Ran before, and after the two did not reply, Cheng Ran continued to transmit, "Have you slept?"

Jiang Hongshao pressed the button with both hands, "I'm going to sleep, I'm a little tired today." Cheng Ran...... Good night. ”

After saying goodnight to each other.

Lights off.

Jiang Hongshao did not lie down, but was still the same posture of hunched and holding her legs curled up on the bed, the moon on the balcony was as cold as water, Qinghui threw herself into the room, and half of the light of the moon shone on her face.

Her face was like a cold tree and snow, and she looked out the window quietly, then her neck hung down, her cheek rested on her curled knee, and her right hand caressed her left hand, as if there was still warmth there.

The starry sky outside the window is still dazzling.

And she felt bleak.