Now, it's a very harmonious scene.

An You fell asleep deeply, her whole little body shrunk into the quilt, only a small head was exposed, as if she had dreamed of something interesting, her mouth was half-open, slightly upturned, and a smile was squeezed out.

Saliva flowed, but An You still didn't notice it, and unconsciously wiped his mouth with his hand.

Zhang Fan and Jiang Baixue sat at the head of the bed, not talking for a long time, but exploring.

Love is a cup of wine, and anyone who drinks it has to get drunk.

Some people always say that they don't need love, they need to get rich even more, such people have either never been in love or tasted the sweetness of love, or have been hurt by love.

Either way, it's a pity.

Many people like to hear about tragedy, but they don't want it to happen to themselves.

The highest level of falling in love is to create a person, and start living after creating a person, but Zhang Fan is an exception.

He directly skipped the two important links of falling in love and getting married, and jumped directly to the link of bringing a baby, so Zhang Fan has never been in love and does not understand love.

But from his daughter's body, Zhang Fan vaguely understood what love was.

He is a good teacher, so he, a rookie who has never been in love and doesn't know what love is, plans to talk about the eternal theme of love to another rookie who is more vegetable.

"It's going to be dawn soon, and it's not realistic to sleep anymore, so let's just chat. Zhang Fan smiled and handed over an apple: "Do you like to eat apples?"

"It's ok. Jiang Baixue said this, but still nodded.

"That's love. Zhang Fan picked up the knife with his other hand and shaved the apple skin for Jiang Baixue: "It's good to eat apples, apples are rich in vitamin C, and they can also lose weight and are good for the body, but I don't like to eat apples very much, because the flesh of apples is delicious at first, and if you eat too much, you will get tired, so I can't eat the whole apple every time." ”

"Have you ever been in love?" Jiang Baixue felt that what Zhang Fan said made sense, so she asked curiously.

"I haven't talked about it. Zhang Fan said with some regret.

"Then you still talk to me about love?" Jiang Baixue's face turned cold.

"Can't you know love if you haven't talked about love?" Zhang Fan shook his head with a smile and asked rhetorically: "The reason why love is intoxicating is not only because it is beautiful, but also because its existence itself is a tragedy. ”

"Liang Zhuhua butterfly, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, Phoenix Qiuhuang. I believe that these allusions should be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and these allusions have one thing in common, that is, it is difficult for lovers to become married. ”

"That's right. Jiang Baixue nodded and watched Zhang Fan peel the apple.

"Strictly speaking, I should know more about love than you do, because I at least know who I liked, and you didn't. Zhang Fan handed over the peeled apple, and then said with a serious face.

Jiang Baixue took the apple, but didn't bite it, but held it in her hand and fell into silence.

She was thinking, or rather, reflecting.

When in an absolutely quiet environment, people will recall that the previous scenes will appear in front of them like a horse's eye, Jiang Baixue was inspired, and then began to recall the past.

Since she was a child, she has been a strong girl, and her unfortunate childhood exposed her to the warmth and coldness of this society too early, so she is determined to be a superior person, stronger than anyone else, so that she will not be bullied, and she has to rely on her snort.

So, she buried herself in the book, went to school, she devoted herself to studying, and after graduation, she devoted herself to entrepreneurship, so she had the current Jiang Baixue.

For ten years, her love period was blank, she didn't know what it was like to like it, she didn't know who she liked, so she longed to know.

"What does it feel like to like someone?" Jiang Baixue asked blankly.

Zhang Fan smiled faintly, waved his hand and said: "I was not sensible before, and my love was just beginning, but now that I think about it, I really feel that it was very naïve at that time." ”

"I grew up in an orphanage, and I liked one of the girls in the orphanage. At that time, love was still very pure, and I would blush when I touched a girl's hand, and I would be very happy when I rode a bicycle to chase the sunset when the sun set. Now times have changed, there is a lot of artillery fire at every turn, and love has become impure. Zhang Fan said with emotion.

"Like someone, is thinking about her all the time, her crying, her laughter, her happiness, her sadness, all involve your mood and nerves. Your heart has been filled with her figure, but you don't dare to approach, you only dare to watch from afar. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know what other people are like, but I am like this anyway." ”

"What happened later?" Jiang Baixue looked at Zhang Fan with straight eyes.

No matter what type of woman it is, as long as it is a woman, she likes to listen to gossip.

Later, she recognized a godfather, and now she should live happily together. Zhang Fan thought naively.

"I'm sorry. ”

Jiang Baixue looked at Zhang Fan with some sympathy, she felt that Zhang Fan was very pitiful, and the only unrequited love died before it sprouted.

"What is there to be sorry for?" Zhang Fan smiled freely: "My life is very satisfying now, I think, I don't need love anymore." ”

"Why?" Jiang Baixue asked with some surprise.

Zhang Fan pointed to An You, who was lying asleep on the bed, and said as a matter of course: "Oh, she is my love." ”

Jiang Baixue also glanced back at An You, the little guy slept sweetly, so she turned around and said with a half-joking smile: "Zhang Fan, you are really a different man." ”

"I think so too. Zhang Fan was very happy, because he and Jiang Baixue rarely had the same point of view on one thing.

"So, as a woman, and a woman who is not ugly, am I really not a little attractive to you?" Jiang Baixue asked bluntly.

There is no shyness characteristic of little girls, and she is generous, just like asking a very common question.

A woman like her really doesn't need to be shy, that's the expression that a little girl should have, and she is a big woman.

Zhang Fan immediately shook his head: "Of course not, you are the best woman I have ever seen." ”

"Really, then you refused so quickly in front of my father, but it surprised me a little, as if I were a beast of the flood. ”

"No, it's because you're so good that I refuse. Zhang Fan smiled and said: "We are people of two worlds, and I am a very self-aware person, I can't control it." ”

Jiang Baixue sighed and said, "Actually, you should have thought that you were the friend that Qinghe said. ”

"Tang Qinghe?" This time it was Zhang Fan's turn to be surprised.

"Yes. Jiang Baixue nodded and said: "I only have one friend of Qinghe, I know what she did in Zhoujiang, I know that she fired the newcomer Hua Tianchen and used a man without any fame as the actor of the MV." I also had doubts about this, but Qing He's attitude was as unusually firm, and now it seems that it should be you. ”

"What did she say about me?" Zhang Fan was really a little curious.

Jiang Baixue thought for a while, recalled the content of the chat with Tang Qinghe that day, and laughed mysteriously at the moment.

"Secret. ”

Zhang Fan was full of black lines: "You are talking about me behind my back, and you don't allow me to know, what kind of secret is this?"

"Women have secrets that can't be said, why are you a man asking so clearly?"

"You just tell me alone, and I promise not to tell anyone. Zhang Fan discussed.

"Is it still a secret to tell someone a secret?"

“……”

The sky was slightly bright, Qiuqiu woke up, and after breakfast at Jiang's house, Zhang Fan took Qiuqiu to leave.

He bought a ticket to Yanjing today, just after ten o'clock in the morning.

Therefore, Zhang Fan had to go home to pack his luggage and then arrive at Jiangcheng Airport an hour earlier.

"I'll send you. Jiang Baixue said to Zhang Fan.

For Jiang Baixue's kindness, Zhang Fan did not refuse, and got into Jiang Baixue's car.

I didn't sleep all night, Zhang Fan fell asleep in the back seat, Jiang Baixue drove quietly, and through the rearview mirror, she looked at Zhang Fan in her sleep.

Zhang Fan said yesterday that if he likes someone, he thinks about him in his heart.

In Jiang Baixue's heart, there is already the shadow of a man.