"Huan'er, Weng Meiling came to you just now, and when she saw that you weren't there, she left a note for you."

Lin Feng held a blank piece of paper in his hand and handed it over.

Yan Huan'er smiled slightly, and replied after catching it: "Thank you." ”

Because she didn't speak for a long time, Yan Huan'er's voice was a little dry. After saying this, she cleared her throat and coughed twice.

Lin Hao sighed slightly, turned around and packed his luggage.

Unfolded it, the note read: "Yan Huan'er, I'm not going home, but I can accompany you to buy tickets." See you at the school gate at 2 p.m. ”

The words on the note were the same as those of her people, flat and straightforward.

Yan Huan'er remembered the nosebleed in her tube during winter vacation, and shook her head gently.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Weng Yan and the two met at the school gate as promised.

Weng Meiling was wearing the T-shirt that Yan Huan'er bought for her, plain dark green, which was very heroic on her body. She looked like she was sweating a little on her forehead.

"Yan Huan'er, I'm going home, be happy, don't let your mother worry."

Weng Meiling glanced at Yan Huan'er carefully, and finally said this sentence.

Yan Huan'er opened her mouth. I didn't know whether to explain or oppose, so I couldn't take the next sentence.

Seeing her like this, Weng Meiling took her arm and walked out of the school gate.

Yan Huan'er was silent all the way, and Weng Meiling didn't speak. Fortunately, the two are familiar with each other, and there is no embarrassment between them.

When they got off the ground, the two got out of the car and walked into the hall to see that it was still lively and lively, and the team was still so crowded.

There was no air conditioning in the place where the tickets were sold, only a few rows of hanging fans that kept spinning overhead, bringing a sultry wind blowing down.

With this hot summer in the background, the state at this time is very appropriate.

As soon as she walked in, Yan Huan'er felt a wave of heat around her, and the sweat on her forehead came down. The little face, which was originally a little white, also had a slightly flushed appearance because of the stuffiness.

The two of them lined up in a long line together. When the two of them came out of the team, Yan Huan'er's forehead was shining.

As soon as she got outside, Weng Meiling used her hand as a fan, and kept exhaling out, as if she was steaming hot.

Although Yan Huan'er is not like this, her back is also wet.

"Let's go, I'll invite you to eat winter powder duck, I heard from the demon that there is a good taste here, and it doesn't matter if it's expensive." Yan Huan'er finally said a word.

Weng Meiling slapped her and replied, "Come on, save some, let's drink porridge." On such a hot day, this thing can be eaten, just rice porridge with pickles. ”

Yan Huan'er bit her lip, thought about it, didn't fight with her, and followed her to the bus stop. The two of them squeezed into the car again sweating profusely.

At this time, it is time to get off work, and there are a group of people who have just left the station, and there are not many people at the nearby station, so it is good to be able to squeeze in.

The bus swayed all the way. The two got off the bus three stops away from the school.

Weng Meiling took Yan Huan'er into a roadside shop with her familiarity, and it seems that she is a frequent customer here.

When he sat down, he beckoned the chubby proprietress with two bowls of sweet potato porridge and a plate of peanuts and dried radish.

When the two of them came out of the shop, the last light in the sky disappeared into darkness, and the street lights came on.

At this time, the wind blew, and it was stuffy. Moreover, this stuffy breath seems to be sticking to the skin, and it feels a little astringent, mixed with a fishy smell.

The pores of the whole body also seemed to be reluctant to open at this time, and Yan Huan'er felt very uncomfortable.

The two of them walked for a while in the night, and then they watched the moon rise. There were very few stars on the side, just a few, twinkling in the deep blue sky.

At this moment, the traffic is busy, and the tail lights are flashing with that kind of bright red, just like the lipstick on the lips of the woman, faintly revealing a kind of night charm.

Yan Huan'er sighed.

Weng Meiling beside her patted her, pushed her again, and asked with a smile: "Still uncomfortable?" How big is it? I think Ma Jianshe must have encountered something difficult to do. I'm sure he's true to you. So, you don't want to look like this and make people sad to watch. ”

Hearing this, Yan Huan'er seemed a little surprised. glanced at Weng Meiling, but her eyes were clear.

After taking two more steps, he replied softly, "Thank you." ”

"Why?" Weng Meiling turned around and asked, looking a little surprised.

"Because of this matter, only you have good things to say for Ma Jianjian. Everyone else thought he was irresponsible and dumped me. ”

Hearing this, Weng Meiling stopped.

Stretched out his hand, he pulled one of Yan Huan'er's arms, looked at her carefully for a while before saying, "It seems that you are really in love with Ma Jianjian." ”

As he spoke, a gust of wind passed, and the tall phoenix tree beside the road brought a rustling sound. The typhoon is coming again, so the wind is a little stronger in the evening.

Yan Huan'er's wide T-shirt was blown up by the wind, but it made her feel like she was on the top of the mountain, just like the feeling of blowing the wind on the mountain on Juneteenth.

The night is always so wonderful, and it will inexplicably make people more confessed.

Yan Huan'er felt that her eyes were a little sour at this time. The emotions that have been suppressed for many days seem to want to gush out at this moment.

After a pause for a long time, he replied slightly: "What...... What is real, what is fake? I was sad because Ma Jianshe didn't believe in him, he didn't want to tell me what happened to him, and I couldn't help him, so I was sad. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Weng Meiling sighed, grabbed Yan Huan'er's arm again and walked forward.

"Then you can't be sad. He doesn't tell you, he just doesn't want you to be sad, he carries it himself. So, I think one day, the inside story here, Ma Jianshe will tell you, it just takes time. ”

These days, Yan Huan'er's ears are full of the comfort of her roommates, as well as the angry accusations of the demons.

knew that they were all upset for themselves, and knew that everyone wanted to comfort her. So, she didn't know how to reply, and told them what she thought, and she had to become more and more silent day by day.

It's rare for Weng Meiling to understand her, at such a time.

Once the topic is opened, it becomes a kind of thinking.

Yan Huan'er couldn't say anything, and she didn't want to say anything, but Weng Meiling got off to a good start and said the answer she wanted in her heart, and Yan Huan'er seemed to come to life at this moment.

Then he asked again, "Do you say, will he come back?" Would he still be trying to tell me what was going on? ”

"Of course, I don't believe that Ma Jianshe disappeared from your life like this, and he will definitely come back, you have to believe in yourself and believe in him."