When He An'an walked over, Miao Yuanyuan and they were happily exchanging their lives during the holiday, and several female classmates were very enthusiastic about her arrival, pulling her to ask about their previous experiences. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He An'an avoided the trivial words perfunctorily, and quietly accompanied them to listen to their chattering discussion.

Fan Xuezhi, as the team leader, took the initiative to carry the trash can, Luan Xing helped him carry it together, and before he walked far, Luan Xing asked: "Hey, Xuezhi, which school was Tang Ming from before?" Did you just see those shoes on his feet? This is the one I liked before, but his one is black and I like the dark blue one. ”

Fan Xuezhi was paying attention not to spill the fallen leaves in the trash can, and asked casually when he heard this: "Who is Tang Ming?" ”

"It's the boy who called He Anan over just now!"

Fan Xuezhi was a little moved, his gaze moved from the edge of the trash can to Luan Xing's face, and his brows furrowed slightly: "How do you know that his name is Tang Ming?" ”

"An An said, I thought you knew it." As soon as Luan Xing's words fell, he felt the weight of his hands sink, he was startled, and hurriedly increased his strength, for fear of spilling the fallen leaves in the bucket, and shouted while carefully protecting it: "What are you doing!" ”

Fan Xuezhi replied sullenly: "I don't know." With that, he turned his attention back to the trash can.

Luan Xing looked at Fan Xuezhi strangely, pursed his lips, and followed him to the garbage can.

After school that day, He Anan stood at the school gate and waited for a while, only to see Zhao Yingsong coming over in the family's car.

Stopping the car, Zhao Yingsong hurriedly jumped out of the car, ran to He An'an, took the schoolbag in her hand intimately, and asked, "Waiting for a long time?" When I came here just now, there was a traffic jam and I was delayed for a while. ”

He Anan looked at his young but sad face and shook his head.

Zhao Yingsong thought that she would sit in the back seat, but he didn't want He Anan to go straight to the co-pilot's position, he was stunned, and hurriedly went over to help open the car door.

When closing the car door, Zhao Yingsong looked at He An'an sitting inside through the window glass, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart, he couldn't say why, he always felt that He An'an was very resistant to him, from the first meeting, he could always inadvertently bump into He An'an's gaze staring at him, that gaze was as cold as an ice pick in the cold winter, sharp and sharp, just looking at it could feel the chill that froze through his heart.

The car drove all the way to the old house, He Anan was silent, she was thinking about what kind of existence Zhao Yingsong was in her eyes in the previous life, she was very involved in thinking, and it was not until the car drove into the yard and stopped that she came back to her senses.

The first person to come to the courtyard to greet her was Jiang's mother.

Jiang's mother walked directly to the front of the car to help He Anan open the car door, helped her get out of the car, and then went to the back seat to get the schoolbag, then nodded to Zhao Yingsong on the side, and turned around to lead He Anan into the house.

"Little ginger!" Zhao Yingsong suddenly shouted.

Jiang Ma and He An'an turned back together, Jiang Ma had a trace of obvious surprise on her face, and He An'an was silently watching him, her eyes were folded, and she had insight into everything.

Zhao Yingsong quickly took out a palm-sized box from the carriage and handed it to Jiang's mother, with a hint of shame on his emaciated face, he who had always been articulate looked a little stammered when he spoke: "This, this is, I bought it, you can use it." After speaking, without waiting for Jiang's mother to answer, she turned her head and got into the car, skillfully turned the head of the car and drove in the direction of the garage.

Jiang's mother looked down at the small box in her hand, on which was painted a very delicate woman's hand.

He Anan also saw the small pink words written on the box, hand cream.

Her gaze shifted from the box of hand cream to Jiang's mother's face.

Although Jiang's mother is in her early forties, she has been staying in the He family after all, except for washing and shabu, she doesn't have any heavy work, she works in the house all the year round, and her skin is very fair, and she only looks like she is in her thirties.

In He An'an's memory, it seems that in the previous life, Jiang's mother was with Zhao Yingsong, and they lived in Jiang's mother's room together, and later if she hadn't overheard He Fangyao mention it, she even forgot that at the beginning, Jiang's mother and Zhao Yingsong actually had their own lives.

That afternoon, Zhao Yingsong still didn't stay for dinner, and left in a hurry after driving back to He Jianbin .

He Anan stood in front of the glass window in the living room, looking at Zhao Yingsong's back, with some doubts in his heart, since she returned to He's house, it seemed that every day at six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, he would leave in a hurry, and he never stayed.

Could it be that Zhao Yingsong actually had his own home outside at the beginning?

Zhao Yingsong's matter, He Anan has not been able to find a suitable opportunity to ask others, and he was slowly left behind.

That night, she learned from the conversation between He Jianbin and Fang Huimin that Zhang Jing had a big fuss at home because she was not assigned to a good class, and was finally reprimanded by Zhang Heng, so she obediently agreed to go to school tomorrow.

Hearing that he would be able to see Zhang Jing tomorrow, He Anan was in a good mood, and added a small half bowl of rice to dinner in the evening.

When he arrived at school the next day, He Anan just got out of the car and saw Zhang Jing wearing a pure white sportswear, standing at the school gate and looking around.

He An'an greeted her with a schoolbag, and when Zhang Jing saw her, she shouted in surprise: "An An, An An." "Running at a trot.

When he got closer, He Anan held hands with Zhang Jing, only to find that Zhang Jing's eyes were extremely red and swollen, obviously crying just now.

Zhang Jing looked at He An'an who was both happy and aggrieved, and she couldn't help complaining: "An'an, I was assigned to the fourth class, and Grandpa Fan said that the sixth small class can only be based on the grades, and there is no other way." ”

It was the time to go to school, and there were people coming and going at the school gate, He Anan pulled Zhang Jing to the campus, and comforted him as he walked: "Don't be sad, you study hard when you go back, and strive to be admitted to the first class when you are assigned to the next class, and we can be together." ”

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right." He agreed, and his eyes dimmed again: "That has to be the next semester, and this semester has just started." ”

He Anan smiled, thinking that Zhang Jing, who relied on her like this, was very cute: "It's okay, as long as I have time, I will go over to find you." ”

Entering the teaching building, He Anan accompanied Zhang Jing to the door of the teacher's office, watched her walk in and was received by the teacher, and then turned back to the class.

Zhang Jing's sadness lasted only one morning, and was suppressed by everything new in front of her.

The new school, the new classmates, the new environment, all these strange and new things, she was dizzy.