That's who they are.

But red beans are different, she never says what she wants, but she can get it every time, and she has her own differences.

"An Xiaomo, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Hongdou walked quickly to An Xiaomo's side.

An Xiaomo was leaning against the car and smoking, waiting for the red beans, "Let's go." An Xiaomo stepped on the cigarette butt and opened the door for Hongdou, with an expressionless face.

"When did you learn to smoke? You've never smoked. Hongdou asked cautiously, An Xiaomo's always cold and indifferent expression made her always feel weird, as if An Xiaomo might break out at any time.

"I'm used to it now." In the five-word answer, An Xiaomo drove the car attentively, and he no longer had the previous spoiling of red beans, and even hated red beans a little, but he hated himself more.

"Aunt Tong, are you better? I haven't seen her for so many days, and she must be angry, should I bring something with me? Hongdou said to himself, not seeing An Xiaomo's face like Bao Gong, black and black.

"It's okay, my mother likes you so much, you can bring nothing." An Xiaomo's voice was still cold.

"But that's not good, why don't you bring some fruit. Good for the body. Red Bean smiled happily, and then fell silent.

"An Xiaomo, thank you." Although even Hongdou didn't know why she wanted to thank An Xiaomo, she said it for no reason.

"Thank me for what, dragging you into the grave of marriage?" An Xiaomo said self-deprecatingly, smiling bitterly.

Hongdou was surprised, An Xiaomo in her memory would never talk to her in this tone.

"No, thank you for being willing to let me drag you to the grave of marriage." Hongdou turned his head and stared at An Xiaomo's side face, and after a long time, Hongdou said such a sentence, the courage to live to die.

An Xiaomo was speechless for a while, and he didn't know what to say, so he didn't speak again.

There is never anything in love that comes first and last, there is only love and non-love, who owes whom.

Kafka once said that the heart is a house with two bedrooms, one inhabited by pain, the other inhabited by joy, and one should not laugh too loudly. Otherwise the laughter will wake up the pain in the next room.

But Kafka never knew that some people would not be sad or happy, and that a person would be a fish that wept silently, without alarming the closure of the next room, so he had to be so ruthless all the time, to himself and to others.

This is how An Xiaomo gave up all his emotions, and Hongdou was still immersed in his own beautiful world.

The courage to live to die.

In the hospital, An Xiaomo and Hongdou came to An Yutong's ward.

Hongdou finally chose to bring a fruit basket, and Hongdou put the fruit basket on the table next to the hospital bed and sat on the hospital bed.

An Yutong has multiple fractures on his body, but fortunately, the situation is fine, most of the friction injuries have been healed, but there is a plaster cast on his right leg, which will take a long time to heal.

"Mom, I brought red beans to see you." An Xiaomo walked into the ward and said to An Yutong, and then An Xiaomo turned around and walked to the other side and walked straight over and sat on the sofa, away from the red beans.

The reason why An Xiaomo brought Hongdou to the hospital was because An Yutong said that he missed Hongdou, so An Xiaomo called Hongdou and picked her up to the hospital. He will try his best to make up for An Xiaomo's own mistakes, especially for An Yutong, his mother.

"Aunt Tong, I'm sorry, I just came to see you now," Hongdou leaned on An Yutong's chest and said softly. Hongdou naturally didn't know An Xiaomo's ulterior motives.

"It's good to be here, I know you're busy these days, are you feeling better?" Ou Yuntu had already come to see An Yutong, and he also told An Yutong about the recent situation of the red beans, so An Yutong knew that the red beans were nourishing their bodies these days.

"Thank you Aunt Tong for your concern, I'm much better, what about you? Better, isn't it? Hongdou frowned and looked at An Yutong, the Aunt Tong she knew was now lying on the hospital bed, without a little brilliance, and the person Hongdou had seen was like two people.

An Yutong wanted to sit up, but as soon as she got up, Hongdou reached out to help An Yutong up, and put a pillow on An Yutong's back, making her more comfortable to lean on.

"When people are old, their recovery is slow, and they are far less energetic and energetic than you young people." An Yutong said self-deprecatingly, revealing a tone of envy.

An Xiaomo raised his eyes and looked at his mother, and sure enough, she was a lot haggard, and her wrinkles were gone, which was not as good as she was back then. An Xiaomo felt sour in his heart, not a taste.

"What are you talking about, Aunt Tong, you are still young, there is still a lot of time, and there are many, many things to do. How can you say that? "Hongdou is also a woman, and she can understand An Yutong's emotion about age and appearance, and they are also afraid of time.

Time is like a knife, carving not only time, but also our aging face.

"I can't prepare too many things for your wedding," An Yutong pointed to his plaster leg, "I can't run back and forth for you, everything needs to be seen and selected by yourself." ”

Not planning for her son's wedding is also a pity for mothers.

"No, I also like to do it myself, after all, you only get married once. Of course, you have to participate in all of them. Hongdou said happily and turned his head to look at An Xiaomo's expression.

An Xiaomo looked at An Yutong, collided with Hongdou's sight, and smiled slightly, "Yes, Mom, you don't have to worry about it, we can all solve it." ”

An Xiaomo still has to pretend in front of An Yutong, although he doesn't like red beans and is unwilling to marry red beans, but in front of An Yutong, he has no way to show a little unwillingness.

The only thing An Xiaomo is unwilling to do is that he doesn't want An Yutong to be sad, especially for himself.

Hongdou looked at An Xiaomo's smile, and said with a sweet smile, "Aunt Tong, look, Xiao Mo said so, you can rest assured, the wedding will definitely be beautiful, you just sit and accept my tea." ”

"Alas, you also said that you have to accept your tea, do you still call me Aunt Tong? Isn't it time to change your name? An Yutong nodded his red bean nose and said in a strange tone.

Red Beans will be speechless for a while, what should it be called, aunt? Mother-in-law? Or just call Mom? But no matter how you shout, "Aunt Tong" is not kind and comfortable. This can be called red beans for difficulty.

An Xiaomo looked at Hongdou's changing face, "Mom, what's different about shouting, it's all a family anyway, why don't you come with Aunt Tong?" What do you think? Red beans. "An Xiaomo didn't mean to help the red bean, but he just didn't want the red bean to be embarrassed.

After all, after so much time, after so many things, An Xiaomo still regards Hongdou as his sister, and he still can't help but think about her in his heart.

We are always hesitant about some of our own things, we can't make up our minds, but we are very decisive in doing things for others.