He An'an carefully rummaged through the bookshelves this time, and finally chose two famous books that no matter who saw them, they would find it okay, one was how steel was made, and the other was Robinson Crusoe. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Holding these two books that had been read in the previous life, but only knew the general content, and the details were all blurred, He Anan followed Zhao Yingsong and drove back to the old house.

Zhao Yingsong's driving skills are particularly hard enough, no matter what kind of road conditions, he can always drive the car steadily.

He Anan leaned on the saddle, opened the snack bag, took out a cookie from it, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite, the sweet buttery flavor was delicious.

She stuffed the whole cookie into her mouth, took out another piece, and handed it to Zhao Yingsong.

It happened to be a red light, Zhao Yingsong stopped the car, saw He An'an's outstretched hand, and hurriedly said politely: "No need, An'an can eat it herself." ”

He Anan insisted, Zhao Yingsong reached out to take it, he stuffed the whole cookie into his mouth and chewed it, the sweet taste entered his mouth, and his mood seemed to become a little happier.

He Anan ate the cookies in his mouth and handed the juice bottle to Zhao Yingsong: "Help me open it, okay?" ”

Zhao Yingsong took it, unscrewed the lid very easily, handed the bottle back to He An'an, the street lamp turned green, Zhao Yingsong quickly stepped on the accelerator, and the car continued to drive forward.

"Uncle Zhao, when are you getting married?"

Zhao Yingsong was driving the car steadily, when he suddenly heard her words, he almost missed the black four circles on the side, paused, and then turned his head and glanced at He Anan quickly: "Ah? ”

He Anan repeated what he had just said, and after finishing speaking, he simply turned his head to look at Zhao Yingsong.

Zhao Yingsong smiled, looking quite happy, as if he was amused by this sentence.

Zhao Yingsong finished laughing and said, "I got married sixteen years ago, how did you remember to ask this question?" After speaking, he glanced at He Anan quickly.

"What about your family? How come I never saw it? He An'an asked as if unintentionally.

"I'm divorced, and I'm single with my children." Zhao Yingsong's tone was a little heavy, and he didn't want to continue the topic: "An An, you are a good child, you study so well, and you are still thinking about reading." ”

He Anan didn't change the topic with him, and said with a smile: "Well, I like to read, do your children like to study?" By the way, is it older than me? ”

"I'm fifteen years old this year, older than you, you have to call her sister." Speaking of his daughter, Zhao Yingsong had a loving smile on his face: "She also likes to read, but she is not in good health, and she will come down after finishing elementary school." Speaking of this, a touch of pain flashed in Zhao Yingsong's eyes.

He An'an looked at his side face.

Zhao Yingsong is actually in his early forties, but he obviously looks much older than his peers, and there are small folds between his eyebrows even when he smiles, which is only the case for people who frown often.

He Anan didn't expect that Zhao Yingsong originally had a daughter, in her previous life, she had never seen it in the old mansion, and Zhao Yingsong never seemed to mention this in front of outsiders, maybe because no one would think of asking him.

After that, on the way home, He Anan didn't speak, Zhao Yingsong was also very silent, and when the car drove into the old mansion, when He Anan got out of the car, he handed Zhao Yingsong how the steel in his hand was made: "I can't finish reading so much at one time, so I will change it with my sister." ”

Zhao Yingsong did not reach out to pick it up, but looked at He Anan with a surprised expression.

He Anan insisted on stuffing the book into his hand: "When I finish reading the book at hand, I'll change it back." After speaking, she turned around and got out of the car and left, and when she took the car door back, she saw the warmth flashing in Zhao Yingsong's eyes.

During the day, Jiang's mother was busy with housework, so He Anan hid in the bedroom to read.

On a sunny afternoon, He Anan was crooked by the window, originally planning to read a book while basking in the sun, but in the end, he was sleepy by the warm light and took a nap.

When he woke up, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, He Anan stretched his waist, and just sat up, the bedroom door was knocked on from outside.

He Anan raised his eyebrows, it was too timely to pick it at this time.

When Fang Huimin entered the house with a plate of cut fruit, what he saw was He Anan sitting on the edge of the small desk in front of the window, looking intently at the book in his hand.

"An An, Auntie cut some fruit, when you get tired of watching it later, eat some."

Fang Huimin said as she walked to the front of the table and saw He Anan flipping through a thick extracurricular book: "Yo, what is this looking at?" ”

He Anan used his fingers to pass the pages of the book he was reading, and turned to the book cover for Fang Huimin to read.

"Robinson Crusoe, yo, it's a masterpiece." After Fang Huimin finished speaking, she looked sideways at He An'an.

In the past three years, He Anan has been slim and slim, and he is no longer the dark-skinned and shabby appearance when he first entered the house.

He Anan raised his head with a smile, his skin that had slowly begun to become fair revealed a faint pink, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and with a smile between his eyebrows, his clear and bright pupils seemed to burst into a very beautiful firework in an instant, which made people palpitate.

Fang Huimin looked at He An'an, and an extremely complicated emotion suddenly surged in her heart, that woman's child was so beautiful, this feeling made her think that she had hidden it deeply, and the extremely suppressed hatred began to slowly churn again.

"Aunt Fang?"

Fang Huimin unconsciously stared at He An'an's face a little distracted, and when she heard the voice, she suddenly came back to her senses, and met He An'an's puzzled gaze: "What's wrong?" As he spoke, He Anan reached out and touched his face: "Is there anything on my face?" Why are you looking at me like that? ”

"Ah, no, I just feel that you are so old in the blink of an eye, and I feel a little emotional." Fang Huimin smiled, her carefully maintained face did not even have a trace of extra fine lines, and she still looked so young and beautiful.

He Anan smiled and took Fang Huimin's hand very affectionately: "I'm still young, I really hope I can grow into an adult soon." ”

Fang Huimin smiled, reached out and rubbed the top of her head: "Silly child, you have all grown up, I should be old!" ”

He Anan didn't speak, lowered his eyebrows and let Fang Huimin touch his head.

Fang Huimin was thinking about how to say the words naturally, and heard He Anan say: "Aunt Fang, Uncle Zhao took me to the library in the morning, and he got a library card to borrow books from the library. I originally wanted to help Yaoyao borrow a copy, but I don't know what type she likes to read on weekdays, so let her go with me next time I go to return the book, okay? There are a lot of books in there, which is interesting. ”