50. 50 I do my best

The mountain wind blew his shirt, and his figure was a little lonely.

Is he homesick? He seemed to have mentioned his hometown, and she didn't care.

Maybe he just mentioned that his mother touched his homesickness, and I can't see that his mind is still very delicate.

An Yirou comforted: "If you are homesick, go back and have a look." But when she said this, she realized that he was even more silent.

It's just a matter of going home, as for being so hesitant?

She laughed and said, "Is it that hard to go home?" Or are you kicked out of the house by your parents and embarrassed to go back? ”

Feng Yutian also smiled and said, "Am I like the kind of person who was kicked out of the house?" ”

An Yirou nodded: "It's quite similar." ”

Surprisingly, Feng Yutian didn't fight back today, looked at her, and suddenly asked, "Do you know your hometown?" ”

An Yirou shook her head and said, "I checked the records of the welfare home, and the record said that I was left at the door of the welfare home shortly after I was born, and my parents did not leave any information at all. The road in front of the welfare home is called Anwar Road, and they gave me the surname An. ”

An Yirou took a deep breath, and her tone was a little sad: "Probably they were afraid that someone would send me back, so they disappeared so completely." Sometimes I don't understand why you gave birth to me if you don't want me. Let me live so hard and suffer so much alone. ”

Feng Yutian looked at her for a long time, a little distressed, and asked, "If they come to you, will you go back with them?" ”

An Yirou didn't pay attention to the worry in his words, and shook her head affirmatively: "I won't forgive them." ”

There are times when she is really stubborn.

Feng Yutian looked into the distance, and his voice couldn't hear the emotion: "There are no parents who don't like their children, they may have to leave you." ”

An Yirou looked at him with a wry smile: "Your persuasive tone is so reluctant, how can you make me believe that they are compelled." ”

Feng Yutian retracted his gaze, looked at her quietly, and did not speak again.

Of course he couldn't tell her, and his tone was barely because he knew her parents were in trouble.

It's that he doesn't want her to forgive her parents at all, only in this way can he hide a secret forever and make it possible for them to be together.

An Yirou felt that today's Feng Yutian was a bit deep and excessive, if he didn't say anything amazing within three sentences, it was basically his head caught by the door.

Of course, his head couldn't have been caught in the door, so his unusual behavior only meant one thing: he was in a bad mood.

An Yirou felt that she should comfort him, but she was not a person who would comfort people, and when it came to her parents, she was not in a good mood and could not comfort him.

In the distance, there was a bright or dark Kong Ming lantern floating in the sky, the wind on the mountain was not strong, and the Kong Ming lantern slowly floated in front of them, flying into the air.

An Yirou's eyes lit up and said, "Let's go and put one too." ”

This Feng Yutian is very much in favor of it.

The two drove down the mountain and bought Kong Ming lanterns at a nearby store.

Holding a pen and writing wishes on it, Feng Yutian waved his pen, finished writing smoothly, turned over the paper skin, and then gave the pen to An Yirou.

obviously didn't want An Yirou to know, An Yirou pursed her lips, thinking that he was naΓ―ve. Even if you show her, she won't look at it.

What kind of wish do you make, An Yirou bit the corner of her lip, she had a lot of thoughts in her heart, and she didn't know what to write when she lifted the pen.

I hesitated, and after thinking about it for a long time, I summed up my mood in one sentence: I hope tomorrow will be better.

Feng Yutian glanced at it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said, "You should write that you want world peace." ”

An Yirou's face flushed, her hands covered her wishes, and she glared at him dissatisfiedly: "Don't peek." ”