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Mother Jiang looked at her delicate appearance, her heart softened into water, and she reached out and touched her face lovingly: "Stay by yourself for a while, I have to take the others upstairs first." ”

He Anan reached out and took the snack close to his mouth and took a bite, it was fragrant and crispy.

She ate two pieces of snacks, felt a little thirsty, got up from the sofa and wanted to go to the kitchen to drink water, just after walking two steps, she heard someone behind her shouting: "An An? ”

He Anan turned his head and saw Zhao Yingsong walking in with a book in his hand and a smile on his face.

He Anan turned around and looked at Zhao Yingsong: "Uncle Zhao." ”

Zhao Yingsong smiled and handed her back the book she was holding: "My daughter has finished reading it, let me bring it to you." ”

He Anan took it with a smile, and looked at the watch on the wall without a trace, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon. She smiled coldly in her heart, and asked with a blank face, "Really?" ”

"Hmm." Zhao Yingsong seemed to be in a really good mood, and he pointed to the book in He Anan's hand: "I also wrote you a note." ”

He An'an was really a little surprised this time, and he didn't care about Zhao Yingsong's bad habit of peeking at other people's small notes for a while, he lowered his head and flipped through the book, and sure enough, he saw a stack of small notes from the boxy master inside, on which a sentence was written very simply: Sister An'an, hello, thank you for the book, it is Zhao Na.

"So your daughter's name is Zhao Na?"

Zhao Na's handwriting is not very good-looking, crooked, and the two words thank you are in pinyin, and there is a letter missing in the end, if it weren't for a sentence to read together, she really couldn't understand it for a while.

Zhao Yingsong didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the words on this piece of paper, and said happily: "Since I took the book back last time, she has been very happy. ”

He Anan didn't know much about Zhao Na's Down syndrome, and only felt that listening to the name should be like a genetic disease or something, and what would happen if she had this disease, in fact, he didn't have any concept.

At this time, she just felt that Zhao Yingsong said that Zhao Na did not look like a fifteen-year-old girl, but a child younger than her.

The expression on Zhao Yingsong's face softened more and more: "Well, her nickname is Nana, and when she grows up, she will be called Zhao Na directly." ”

He Anan nodded, and saw Zhao Yingsong's gaze obviously leap over her and look in the direction of the stairs behind her.

He Anan didn't look back, looking at the obvious joy on Zhao Yingsong's face, and the fingers holding the book turned pale because they were too hard.

"Little ginger." Zhao Yingsong's tone was particularly intimate, and his slightly raised tone showed his happy mood at this time.

"Why are you here?" Jiang's mother's voice sounded, and He Anan turned his head.

Jiang's mother carried a tray in her hand and came down the stairs, because she had been working indoors for a long time, her skin was quite fair, and her long black hair was neatly tied behind her head, looking particularly virtuous.

Jiang's mother walked to the edge of the sofa and stood next to He An'an, and asked again: "Why are you here?" ”

Zhao Yingsong was obviously very happy, and said with a smile: "Didn't you take An An to the library last time?" She borrowed a book for Cortana, and she asked me to return it when she finished reading it. ”

Jiang's mother looked at He An'an in surprise, paused, and then praised: "An An has always been a good child. ”

Zhao Yingsong also smiled, nodded, and agreed.

In front of He An'an, Zhao Yingsong just said hello to Jiang's mother and turned to leave.

He Anan looked at his back, frowned, turned his head and took Jiang's mother's hand, and asked, "Jiang's mother, what is Down syndrome?" ”

The smile on Jiang's mother's face froze, and she held He An'an with her backhand: "An'an, where did you hear this sentence?" ”

He Anan replied casually: "What Aunt Fang said at the dinner table was that Uncle Zhao's daughter had Down syndrome, which is quite serious, what is Down syndrome?" ”

Jiang's mother sank her face, and she reached out and touched He An'an's head lovingly: "It's a natural disease, An An's good, let's not mention this disease in the future, okay?" ”

He Anan nodded obediently.

Throughout the sweltering August, He Anan spent his time leisurely nesting on the sofa holding a book, eating all kinds of snacks made by Jiang's mother and drinking cold juice, while blowing a comfortable cool breeze from the air conditioner.

During this period, she went to the library three times, He Fangyao only followed once, borrowed a bunch of cartoon comic books, and the whole person seemed to be planted in the bedroom, except for meal time, usually don't want to see people at all. When registering, He Anan inadvertently glanced at the comic book borrowed by He Fangyao, and only looked at the handsome guy with a handsome style on the cover and the comic girl with heart-shaped eyes, and she could guess the content without looking at the title of the book.

Regarding He Fangyao stuffing herself in the bedroom, she privately summarized that the girl was pregnant with spring.

He Zongchao can see it every day, but most of them blow from the living room like the wind, and play crazy outside with his friends under the boss's sun.

Zhang Jing came back on the penultimate afternoon of August, when He Anan was sitting on the sofa, a little sleepy from the air conditioning, she just reached out and rubbed her temples when she heard the doorbell ringing, and hurried over to open the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a mouthful of white teeth smiling at me.

He Anan gasped, looking at Zhang Jing, who had not seen each other for nearly a summer vacation and whose teeth had become very white, he was a little speechless.

However, Zhang Jing faced a vicious tiger and pounced on food, directly opened his arms and hugged He Anan in his arms, and shouted excitedly: "An'an, I miss you to death!" ”

He An'an was dizzy by the heat wave on her body, Zhang Jing was like a small stove with a spontaneous combustion function, and the hot body was still sticky with wet sweat, which was firmly buckled on He An'an's body.

Finally broke free from Zhang Jing's arm, He Anan pulled her straight to the side of the air conditioner, let go of her hand, and blew violently against the cool breeze: "Oh my God! I almost couldn't get angry. ”

Zhang Jing was next to her, hehe, silly, raised his arm and turned her: "Don't want me, you!" ”

"Yes." Blown by the cool breeze of the air conditioner, He An'an's mood regained her calmness, and she turned her head to look at Zhang Jing: "No, you are seeing the sky and basking under the sun, right?" Isn't it hard to make yourself like this? ”

Zhang Jing grinned heartlessly: "Isn't this summer, my dad went to the beach with his friends to play and took me there, and I followed him for more than ten days, and that's it when I came back." After speaking, he raised his arm and compared it with He An'an's arm, and his mouth became bigger: "Oh my God! There is really no harm if there is no contrast, is this my tanning too dark, or are you covering it too white? ”