Different from the laughter and laughter at lunch, at dinner, the atmosphere was dull and tight, as if there was something indescribable and indelible that was growing in the hearts of the two people sitting opposite each other, especially after the mother-in-law got up and left and went back to the room to rest, leaving only the space for the two of them to become more and more cramped and cramped, making people breathless.

"At this point, there should be no cars, right?" Ahn Hee-yeon confirmed that she had to ask, breaking the shackles of silence.

"Yes, it's over." Jiang Zhican replied softly.

An Xiyan bit her chopsticks and nodded, and then there was silence again, neither of them spoke, only a slight chewing and the sound of the collision of the chopsticks between them.

"Well, I'm full." Ahn Hee-yeon said, gently putting down the chopsticks.

"Yes, I'll clean it up." Jiang Zhican lowered his eyes and said.

So there was nothing An Xiyan had to do, she got up, stayed in the house for a while, and then took a radio and sat under the eaves at the edge of the courtyard, listening to the news broadcast on the radio, while looking at Jiang Zhichan who was standing by the sink washing dishes. It was already completely dark, but the lights were very bright, and the shadow of Jiang Zhican was clearly reflected on the ground. She looked at him, and then at the sky in the distance, and the stars twinkled and twinkled, as if they were looking at her.

The sound of the waves came from afar one after another, and it seemed particularly distant in the dark night, as if if you could close your eyes and imagine the scenery of the ocean hidden in the sound of the waves, slowly spreading out in front of you: the dark sea was endless, and the white moonlight was swaying. The faint rippling waves on the surface of the sea are silent, through the veil of mystery, from the depths to the surface, bringing strange messages. Another ship sailed by, and the bright lights dazzled on the dark sea, and people laughed or slept in it, and went off the distance along the broken path.

Ahn Hee-yeon sat against a wooden post under the eaves, her knees bent together, she put her hands on it, and trimmed her nails quite carefully. Jiang Zhican, who had packed up the dishes and chopsticks, came out of the house, took a blanket in his hand, covered her, and then sat beside her, looking down and listening to the music playing on the radio.

It's an unknown tune, he doesn't like it very much, but he doesn't hate it, but he can still listen to it, so he doesn't bother to adjust the channel and find other content.

The night of this season is still a little cold, the house is not far from the sea, the West Zhou is empty, uncovered and uncovered, the sea breeze blows, it can arouse people's goosebumps, bring a chill. Ahn Hee-yeon raised her foot and kicked him, then turned around, sat side by side with him, and gave him half of the blanket.

"Thank you." He said, eliciting a burst of laughter from Ahn Hee-yeon.

"You took it, what's there to thank you for sharing half of it?"

He couldn't continue, and the thank you just now was indeed a bit stupid, so he could only be speechless.

"Well~ Who is the person you called before?" Ahn Hee-yeon asked later.

"A student, I've been working as a tutor lately."

"Girl?"

"Yes."

"How old?"

"Sixteen."

"Sixteen? That's a great age! An Xiyan said enviously.

"Yes?"

"Of course, sixteen years old, that's the most flowering age, if only I could be sixteen forever! Every day, you only need to memorize books, go to class, and then dress yourself up beautifully and carefree; If you see a handsome guy, just rush over and call Oba, you don't have to be like now, you have to think about whether you will be younger than yourself. Well, if you don't have any money to spend, you can stretch out your hand to Abba confidently, and no one will talk to you about what you want to do, and talk to you about how to plan your life in the future..."

An Xiyan held her heart and longed for a while before turning her head to look at Jiang Zhican, and said embarrassedly, "Isn't it naïve, like daydreaming?" ”

Jiang Zhican smiled and pointed to the sky: "It's already night." ”

When An Xiyan heard this, she immediately raised her shoulder and bumped him, and then she made a fuss, she asked, "Listen to Qiu Che Oba, are you chasing girls?" ”

"Uh, yes." Jiang Zhican was a little embarrassed.

"Actually, he thought you were chasing me before he mentioned it, don't think he..." An Xiyan didn't know which word to use to describe it, but fortunately, Jiang Zhichan spoke in advance.

"No, it doesn't matter if I tell you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"It seems that you really don't have any thoughts about me! Actually, I don't mind if you step on two boats. ”

"Nuna!" Jiang Zhican shouted a little angrily.

"I know, I know, it's not a joke. By the way, did you catch it? ”

"Nope." Unlike the silence when facing Ke Qiuche, and An Xiyan, he gave a clear answer very readily.

"Is there any hope?"

"Nope." His expression darkened a little.

"Seems to be very arrogant, why?" Ahn Hee-yeon asked with a squint.

"She said she didn't want to be a young man." Jiang Zhican said with some grievances. This reason is really the kind that does not see hope.

An Xiyan smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "There's no way to do it, it's innate, it's more difficult to change than physical defects." ”

"Yes." Jiang Zhican replied in a low voice, and the atmosphere became a little dull, An Xiyan took back the hand on his shoulder, and then stared down at his toes, and stopped speaking.

The content of the radio has been turned into an advertisement, and the passionate voice is very disturbing at this moment, Jiang Zhican reached out and turned off the radio, and the courtyard was extremely quiet for a while. The night breeze blew through a locust tree planted in the yard, and the sound of leaves was heard. The sound of the waves appeared and disappeared, and it seemed to be far away, but the chill of the night seemed to be a little thicker at this moment.

An Xiyan shrunk her shoulders, probably feeling cold, and arched her body with her hands on her chest, shivering slightly.

"Why don't you go back to the house?" Jiang Zhican asked when he saw this.

"Yes." An Xiyan didn't refuse, got up and walked two steps to the room, and looked back at Jiang Zhican, who was still sitting, "Aren't you coming in?" ”

"I'm not cold."

Ahn Hee-yeon didn't speak again, and continued to walk into the house, leaving Jiang Zhichan sitting alone with a blanket.

After a long time, Jiang Zhican finally got up, stood in place and hesitated, he slowly walked into the room, and saw An Xiyan sleeping wrapped in a quilt.

I guess I'm asleep, right? He thought that he was about to take the futon from the closet and make it on the floor, but as soon as he took out the futon, when he turned around, he saw a pair of clear eyes staring at him, without a trace of sleepiness mixed with it.

"I just slept all afternoon." An Xiyan said resentfully, "Do you really fall asleep so quickly when I am a pig?" ”

Jiang Zhican hugged the futon awkwardly, facing An Xiyan's questioning, he didn't know how to deal with it, and he didn't know what to do with the futon in his hand - continue to lay the floor, or accompany An Xiyan to lull her to sleep first?

"What are you still standing for? Come here, I'm in a bad mood and can't sleep, you have to accompany me! ”

An Xiyan threw the quilt wrapped around her body on him, revealing the dress at noon, and her graceful silhouette loomed in the night, making her more and more seductive. Jiang Zhican hurriedly ran to turn on the light, then picked up the quilt and covered her, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at her.

"If you're in a bad mood, go to bed early, and wake up." He comforted him, but he didn't even believe it.

"That's all a lie." An Xiyan debunked without giving any face, and then reached out to him to ask for a hug. He had no choice but to lean on the head of the bed and let An Xiyan lean against his chest. The sourness of the afternoon had not yet eased, and he frowned, feeling that he had to lull An Xiyan to sleep quickly.

It's just a goodnight story such as The Little Prince, which can handle a girl of Kim So-hyun's age, but it doesn't work at all against a girl like Ahn Hee-yeon. He thought about it, the tear-jerking bitter story will naturally not be used, and the suspenseful detective story will most likely only have the opposite effect, making An Xiyan more energetic, as for the innocent story of male and female love, this is purely adding fuel to the fire and it is absolutely unacceptable.

He grabbed his hair in distress, and couldn't find a good solution for a while, but he suddenly missed Kim Soxuan, who was still a little girl at that age! He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, just coax it, even if he is too shrewd, it's a big deal to bluff on the face, and everything will be fine, where does it need to be like now, it's just rolling on the thin ice!

It's really going to kill someone!

"What are you thinking," Ahn Hee-yeon, who was lying in his arms, asked.

"Didn't think about anything." He replied very unnourishingly.

"Do you dislike me too!" An Xiyan suddenly sat up, stared at him and asked.

"How is that possible!" He said loudly.

"Then why are your muscles so stiff! Am I burdening you? Why do you have to do this to me, I just want to do it safely, why don't I like it, why! ・・・”

Ahn Hee-yeon suddenly burst into tears, and she was crying loudly. Jiang Zhican was completely stupid, he had never seen a girl crying so violently in his life, he didn't know what to do, his eyes were full of An Xiyan's tearful face, pale without a trace of blood. She buried her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling, and her choked sobs incessantly, like a bird leaving her nest.

Jiang Zhican was completely panicked, he bit his lower lip and stared at An Xiyan, hesitating and not knowing how to do how to comfort him, in the end he could only lower his body and reach out to slowly take An Xiyan into his arms. He propped her up with his left hand and gently stroked her hair with his right hand, trying to give her some comfort and a little warmth of concern.

Ahn Hee-yeon was still sobbing silently, tears flowing and exhaling hot breath wetting large swaths of his chest. He tried to hold her tight, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only hold her tighter and tighter in silence, as if to bring all the pieces back together, heal them again, and become a whole fine porcelain.

An Xiyan was still crying, buried in his arms as if she had encountered a ditch of excretion, and she couldn't stop no matter what, and then she probably didn't catch it in one breath, and she suddenly coughed. Jiang Zhican gently patted her back, looking at her with her head down and covering her mouth, coughing and crying with teary eyes, he suddenly felt a huge sadness surrounding him, and his heart was filled with indescribable sadness, which overwhelmed him, and he only felt desolate.

He hugged Ahn Hee-yeon's body again, anxious and anxious, as if it was him who needed to be comforted and not a crying Ahn Hee-yeon. He hugged An Xiyan tightly for a long time, felt every tremor of her body, breathed in the fragrant fragrance of her body, and asked for every trace of nostalgic temperature on her body, in this visible hug warmth, there was a long silence.

The bright yellow sconces were lonely in the corner, casting a string of quiet lights, casting narrow shadows on the side of the bed, like the figure of a person, silently waiting for the tide of sadness to esiderate.