"Yang Xiaofan! Xiao Fan! Xiao Fanfan!!! ”

Yang Xiaofan sat quietly in the living room, lying on the coffee table with her head bored and writing letters seriously, since she came here, she would write letters every day, sometimes in a bad mood, write shorter, and when she was in a good mood, write more. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yang Xiaofan told his mood to the letter paper one by one.

"Who! Stop shouting! I'm sick! ”

"That's right! I'm sick! You've got medicine! Yang Xiaofan! Yang Xiaofan! ”

Yang Xiaofan frowned, turned his head to look at the open window, hesitated for a moment, but still stood up and walked to the window, and saw Li Mingliang standing downstairs with his hands in front of his mouth and shouting desperately.

Yang Xiaofan only glanced at it, then silently returned to the front of the coffee table, holding the pen and staring at the letter paper in a daze.

"Yang Xiaofan!! Yang Xiaofan! ”

"It's pouring water again! I'm sick! Who is called Yang Xiaofan! Say yes quickly! Sick of it! ”

"Yang Xiaofan!! Yang Xiaofan! ”

Li Mingliang looked up at the upstairs of the unit, he didn't know which household Yang Xiaofan lived in, only knew that her home was in this unit.

When Li Mingliang was pulling his neck and shouting to the aunt who poked out her head upstairs, a low magnetic voice sounded from behind him, the voice was not as loud as his, but it was also clearly audible: "Xiaofan! ”

Li Mingmingteng turned his head and saw a tall young man carrying a travel bag in his hand, looking like a dusty man, standing three or four meters away from him, and also raised his head and shouted: "Xiaofan! ”

A vibrato cry came out of the window on the fourth floor where the voice was heard, and the voice was a little broken: "Kangkang!" ”

Fan Wenbo raised his head and didn't say a word, but his eyes were looking directly at Yang Xiaofan, who poked his head out of the window.

Yang Xiaofan quickly retracted his head and disappeared from the window.

Li Mingliang turned his head to look at Fan Wenbo in surprise.

Fan Wenbo glanced at him expressionlessly, his gaze jumped over him, and landed at the entrance of the building.

Soon, a figure flashed from inside.

Li Mingliang subconsciously shouted: "Yang Xiaofan! ”

Yang Xiaofan didn't seem to hear it, and rushed directly past him at a trot, running directly towards Fan Wenbo.

Li Mingming's eyes widened, and he clearly saw the circles on Yang Xiaofan's face that were obviously red because of too much surprise and shock.

Yang Xiaofan ran all the way down from the fourth floor, obviously very close, but it seemed to run a kilometer.

She looked at Fan Wenbo, who was standing not far away, and tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.

"Kangkang!"

Yang Xiaofan burst into tears, ran over quickly, threw himself into his arms, and knocked Fan Wenbo back two steps in a row.

Fan Wenbo stretched out his arms and hugged Yang Xiaofan tightly, his eyes turned red.

"Xiao Fan."

Yang Xiaofan buried his head deep in Fan Wenbo's arms, choked up and couldn't speak.

The huge surprise, like a warm big hand, gently held Yang Xiaofan's cold heart, and she clearly heard her heartbeat become active again and full of life.

Yang Xiaofan took a deep breath, raised his head with teary eyes, and stared at Fan Wenbo stupidly: "Kangkang, is it really you?" ”

Fan Wenbo looked at her tearful face, and reached out to gently wipe away her tears: "Well, Xiaofan, I'm looking for you." ”

Yang Xiaofan muttered: "Kangkang, Kangkang, well, Kangkang, you really came to me, I'm not dreaming, right?" ”

Fan Wenbo held back tears: "Yes, that's right, it's me, Xiaofan。。。。。。 ”

Yang Xiaofan buried his face in his chest, hugged his lean waist tightly, and couldn't say a word anymore.

Yang Xiaofan took Fan Wenbo's hand and led him to the entrance of the building.

"Yang Xiaofan!" Li Mingliang shouted, his voice hoarse, with an injury that could not be concealed.

Yang Xiaofan glanced at him and didn't say anything, just firmly grabbed Fan Wenbo's hand and led him into the corridor and up to the fourth floor.

Yang Xiaofan rushed downstairs directly, and the door of the house was wide open.

When Yang Xiaofan saw it, he was stunned for a moment, and obviously remembered this matter.

Fan Wenbo asked, "Did you bring the key?" ”

Yang Xiaofan shook his head.

Fan Wenbo didn't say anything more, he was a little apprehensive before, but at this time, he completely let go.

Yang Xiaofan was a little cramped and a little nervous, she said, "I'll pour you water to drink." ”

Fan Wenbo nodded.

Yang Xiaofan turned his head and went to the kitchen.

Fan Wenbo went around the house, the layout of two bedrooms and one living room, the house is not big, but it is very warm, the master bedroom is hung with photos of Yang Xinguo and his remarried wife, Yang Xiaofan's stepmother looks average, but her smile is very gentle.

Fan Wenbo came out of the master bedroom and turned his head to look at Yang Xiaofan's bedroom, when his eyes inadvertently swept over the coffee table in the living room and saw a few pieces of letter paper spread on it.

Fan Wenbo picked up the top one casually, and the letter was only written in a few short lines.

Kangkang:

See Xinyue!

I'm sitting on the coffee table in the living room now, and I'm writing to you, and it's been eight hundred and thirty-five days since I left until today, and this is my eight hundred and thirty-fifth letter to you.

I miss you so much。。。。。。

Yang Xiaofan came out of the kitchen, holding a water glass in his hand, and asked, "I've been sitting for a long time。。。。。。 ”

Yang Xiaofan stood still and looked at the letter in Fan Wenbo's hand.

Fan Wenbo turned his head when he heard the voice.

Fan Wenbo has grown taller, looks stronger than before, and the look between his eyebrows and eyes is very similar to his father.

Thinking of Fan Wenbo's father, Yang Xiaofan's loving smiling face flashed in front of her eyes, and her heart hurt fiercely, the person who was regarded as a mother in her heart.

Fan Wenbo's voice is low and good, no longer like the hoarse and rough when he first changed his voice: "Written for me?" ”

Yang Xiaofan's eyes were red, and now her face was also red, and she nodded lightly.

Fan Wenbo asked, "What about the other eight hundred and thirty-four letters?" ”

Yang Xiaofan didn't move, the expression on her face was a little embarrassed, she drooped her head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Fan Wenbo walked up to her step by step and stopped.

"Why wasn't it mailed to me?"

Yang Xiaofan's voice was like a mosquito: "I'm afraid you don't want to accept it." ”

Fan Wenbo suddenly reached out and pinched Yang Xiaofan's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

The moment the two looked at each other, their hearts trembled.

Fan Wenbo stared deeply at the pair of dark eyes as bright as the starry sky in front of him: "Who said I didn't want to accept it?" ”

Yang Xiaofan stared at Fan Wenbo blankly, the two of them were face to face, the distance was very close, so close that he could clearly see the red that slowly began to overflow under his eyes.

Yang Xiaofan's heart shook violently, pursed his mouth, and couldn't speak.

Fan Wenbo's voice was extremely low, and warm breathing gently brushed through her mouth and nose: "Have you asked me?" For such a long time, why didn't you contact me? Don't even have a phone call? ”

Fan Wenbo's hand pinching her chin was slightly forced: "Yang Xiaofan, do you regret it?" ”