Grandpa Song's face sank and his brows furrowed.

The atmosphere in the living room is somewhat solemn.

Nanbei pursed his lips, suppressed the astringency in his throat, raised the corners of his lower lips, broke the silence, and said to Grandpa Song: "Grandpa, you don't ask me if I want to?"

Grandpa Song glanced at Nanbei deeply, and then laughed unhappily, but still went down the steps given by Nanbei: "Is Nan Ya willing?"

Nanbei smiled in a crisp voice, and replied without hesitation: "I don't want to." ”

Song Qingran looked sideways, his eyes stared deeply at the north and south, and his unfathomable eyes were surging with an unclear look.

Grandpa Song laughed happily: "Should I be unwilling, I'm old and confused, it's not interesting to marry Song Qingran, a stinky boy, grandpa knows a lot of young talents, each of them is worthy of you, Grandpa Ming'er let those young talents come to the house, line up in a row, let you choose!"

Song Qingran pursed her lips and frowned: "Grandpa......"

Grandpa Song didn't want to talk to Song Qingran anymore, waved his hand, and the housekeeper helped him, and slowly went into the room to rest and sleep.

*

Grandpa Song asked people to arrange two rooms for Nanbei and Song Qingran, Nanbei slept in the same room she used to live in, she turned on the light, walked to the bed, and lay down a little tired.

The light was faintly dazzling, and she stretched out her hand and put it across her eyes, staring at the halo that appeared at the edge of her arm, a little distracted.

She thought of Song Qingran's words, her chest was a little stuffy, of course he wouldn't want to marry her, the bride he wanted to marry might be the right lady, maybe Su Xiang, but it would never be her north and south.

Lying down for a while, Nanbei glanced at the time, it was not early, she stopped thinking nonsense, got up and went to take a bath, and after washing up, she wiped her hair with a towel, and walked out, but she suddenly glanced at one more person in the room.

She pulled off the towel, raised her eyes, and saw Song Qingran.

He was wearing a black dressing gown, leaning against the head of her bed, looking at his phone, and the wall lamp cast a deep shadow on his face, which looked particularly unfathomable.

Nanbei furrowed his brows, pursed his lips and didn't speak, Song Qingran heard the voice, raised his head, looked at her, and his cold eyebrows softened a little.

Nan Nan, who was wet with hair, in the soft light, his eyebrows were gentle, his dark eyes were shining with a pitiful luster, his cheeks were slightly red from the heat, and his skin seemed to be blown apart.

Song Qingran raised his eyebrows, his voice was very low, and he was a little tired: "Come here, Beibei." ”

Nanbei really doesn't like Song Qingran like this, he never seems to realize that his words hurt her, and he will never realize that she is already unhappy, and she will always be a casual appearance and cover up peace.

Nanbei's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she lowered her eyelashes, thinking mockingly, where she didn't realize anything, but she didn't pay enough attention.

She was tired enough today and didn't want to argue with Song Qingran about these anymore, she just wanted to finish blowing her hair quickly and then lie down and rest.

The roar of the hair dryer sounded, and the hand holding the hair dryer in the north and south was suddenly wrapped, Song Qingran took the hair dryer, he didn't speak, his knuckled fingers passed through her hair, and the gentle hot wind blew, and his movements were extremely gentle.

It is this gentleness that makes the north and south so fragile that they want to cry on such a night.

When Song Qingran was a child, there were millions of things that were not good, but he was one thing good, that is, he accompanied her through all her youth, she learned to paint, read, did well in the exam, failed in the exam, was happy or unhappy, and she was surrounded by him.

She hadn't thought about what it would be like to be separated from him.

The two remained silent until her hair was about to dry, Song Qingran turned off the hair dryer, and he pushed Nanbei into his arms with a little force.

Nanbei lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of his slightly rolled up sleeves, under which were strong and powerful arms, with distinct textures, and faintly able to see shallow undulating green tendons. His burning breath was above her hair, and he kissed her forehead.

Nanbei subconsciously felt uncomfortable, and she frowned: "I don't want to do it tonight." ”

Song Qingran paused slightly, looked at the dark eyes of the north and south, and then said in a calm voice: "Okay." ”

*

Nanbei didn't sleep much all night, and woke up the next day, with her eyelids that were about to droop down, staring at the dark circles in the mirror, she felt that women really shouldn't think about love every day, she also found a short-term internship during the Christmas holiday, and had to go to work.

There were no cosmetics prepared here in the old house, she simply washed up, and went downstairs, but she didn't expect that there were many people in the living room downstairs.