At eleven o'clock in the evening, Bo Huan tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a long time.

In the dark, she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with clear eyes.

"Always remember that feelings are only a part of life, don't let it dominate your life and affect your emotions. Fu Xi's words during the day have been lingering in her mind and lingering.

Both of her parents died in a car accident when she was a child. Since she was a child, she was brought up by Fu Xi's aunt, Fu Xi was afraid that others would not accept Bo Huan, so Bo Huan had never seen Fu Xi with other men.

But if you can say something like that, you probably have an unknown emotional experience.

Bo Huan turned sideways, picked up her mobile phone, lit up the screen, and flipped through the photo album, the first one was a photo of her and Song Nanzhou. This was filmed outside the recording studio by Mai Tian Xiaoqing.

In the photo, she and Song Nanzhou both had faint smiles on their faces, and her eyes stayed on Song Nanzhou's face.

She still remembered Xiaoqing saying happily: "Sister Bo Huan, you and Teacher Song are really a good match." ”

Now that I think about it, everything was foreshadowing.

My aunt didn't ask much, but she probably understood her own thoughts, and she didn't say much, and she probably knew that she could only let go if she really recognized it;

Bo Huan's fingers gently stroked the cheek on the photo, and a dialog box popped up on the screen: Are you sure to delete this photo from all devices and the cloud?

On one side is cancel, and on the other side is delete.

Bo Huan clicked on the deletion without hesitation, and then emptied the recycle bin.

As soon as I put down my phone and was about to go to bed, my phone rang.

"Xinxin?"

Bo Huan was puzzled and picked up the phone.

"Hey baby, are you sleeping?" said a loud grinning voice on the other end of the phone.

Bo Huan sat up from the bed: "Not yet, what's wrong?

"Alright, open the door, I've got something good. Lexin laughed.

Hearing Lexin's words, Bo Huan got up from the bed and ran to the door without putting on his shoes.

"Tsk, I don't wear shoes, I don't understand the beginning of autumn. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a look of disgust.

"Isn't it exciting to see you? ”

Bo Huan turned around and walked towards the bedroom, and when he came out again, Le Xin was putting the contents of the handbag on the table in the same way.

"Barbecue? Bo Huan said in surprise.

"That's, yes. Lexin handed her a beer.

Bo Huan took a sip and lay comfortably on the sofa.

"How is it, what did my aunt say to you today?" Le Xin bit a string of beef and looked at her sideways.

Bo Huan waved his hand: "I didn't say anything, just said that I should learn to treat feelings and not be rash." ”

Lexin nodded, "It makes sense, so what do you think?"

"Me?" Bo Huan showed a big smile: "You should eat and drink, and don't put it in your heart when you encounter something." Then he picked up a piece of roasted corn and nibbled on it.

"It's best if you think like this, don't hold everything in your heart, with me. Lexin cast a reassuring glance at her.

recalled that when Fu Xi called to accompany Bo Huan, Le Xin knew that it would be like this.

Bo Huan, a girl, has always been very good at persuading herself, and sometimes she comforts herself better than others.

Bo Huan got up from the sofa, hugged Lexin's arm, rubbed his head lightly on her shoulder twice, and said in a coquettish tone: "Xinxin, introduce me to a boyfriend." ”

Lexin pushed her arm away, and moved to the side in a careless manner, his tone full of disgust: "Don't, if you put your coquettish look at me on a man, you won't be a single dog." ”

Bo Huan glared at her, and took a bite of corn as if venting, grinning like a fried kitten.

The next day, Bo Huan went to the radio station with a pair of panda eyes.

Xiaoqing saw Bo Huan's depressed expression from a distance: "Oh, sister, why do you stay up late when you know that you want to record a show today." ”

Bo Huan showed a bleak smile: "It's just that I slept an hour late, and I really don't stand up for old age." ”

"Next time, you must go to bed early, by the way, the guests are already in the recording studio. Xiaoqing said with concern.

Bo Huan was excited: "Okay, I'll go get the manuscript and go over immediately." ”

Bo Huan hurriedly walked to the workstation, picked up the manuscript and walked to the recording studio.

"Buckle button—" Bo Huan symbolically knocked on the door.

Without waiting for an answer from inside, Bo Huan pushed the door and walked in.

"Please come in. As soon as the words inside came out, Bo Huan's figure came into view.

"Wow-" The manuscript in Bo Huan's hand suddenly scattered to the ground.