Bai Yumo's face was buried in his strong chest, and his voice was low: "I don't believe it, An Hanchen, you can't fool me." ”

"I didn't lie to you."

An Hanchen said deeply. His palm gently patted Bai Yumo's back. When he heard Bai Yumo's stubborn voice, he realized that he had really hurt her deeply.

It turned out that she had built a wall in her heart.

Not sure what happened. At this moment, Bai Yumo wanted to cry. She felt like her tears were out of control. She seemed to be waiting for An Hanchen to say that she liked her and loved her. She had waited too long. In the past, she had asked over and over again, but An Hanchen just avoided it over and over again.

He didn't say he loved her.

But now, in front of her, the man clearly said that he liked and loved, but she could not believe that everything was illusory.

Like a dream that will wake up at any moment.

She shed a tear, melted into An Hanchen's clothes, and disappeared. She thinks at least she's hiding her weaknesses.

For a long time, when An Hanchen let her go, she still looked dumbfounded.

An Hanchen said, "I'm hungry, I'll go get breakfast." ”

He wouldn't let her get out of bed, and even washing was done on the bed. When Bai Yumo remembers, he will press her down.

Finally finished the breakfast, but An Hanchen still didn't leave, still sitting on the bed.

"Aren't you going to work?" Bai Yumo asked.

"I'm not going today."

"Oh."

Didn't know how to continue the conversation. Bai Yumo wanted him to go. When he goes, she will be relaxed, but even if she is embarrassed to say nothing, the person will not go.

She added: "If you have something to do, do it. There's no need to stay here. ”

An Hanchen looked up and asked, "Are you sleepy?" Do you want to sleep? ”

It's a puzzling question.

She just woke up in the morning, how could she be sleepy?

Seeing that she didn't answer, An Hanchen continued, "It's just right, I can take this time to see you, haven't you been creating for a long time?" Can I take a look at your masterpiece?

Masterpiece?

An Hanchen used a masterpiece to describe Bai Yumo's "I'm Sorry, Bai Yumo", how can her fantasy love story of an ordinary little girl be called a "masterpiece"?

Such a description seems to tarnish the word "masterpiece".

Bai Yumo replied a little embarrassed: "I wrote some messy love stories, which really can't get into your eyes." ”

The meaning is obvious, I don't want to show you what I wrote.

This kind of refusal was very simple, but An Hanchen was very happy in his heart. At least the conversation between him and Bai Yumo was no longer so sharp and there were no thorns.

Very good

If, if, he could have given up his hatred sooner.

But how can there be so many what ifs in this world, if he really doesn't care about his mother's death, then it's really not as good as a beast.

Perhaps, fortunately, Qiao Yunfan and Yu Manman are dead, and he can find an excuse to give up revenge.

"Well, don't you really show me? Still, the book is so well written that I'm afraid I can't understand it. You're trying to figure out how to take care of me. ”

"You're thinking too much."

"Haha." An Hanchen smiled gently, this was a rare smile for many days. It's like hard ice suddenly melting, which makes people happy.

He added, "Do you really want to show it? ”

"Well, don't show it."

Bai Yumo looked at An Hanchen's smile and felt dumbfounded. In her eyes, An Hanchen is a representative of indifference, and she will be angry with her from time to time.

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

This relaxed atmosphere is so precious that one can't bear to break it.

After thinking about it, An Hanchen added: "The last time I saw you, I read a new book "The Story of the Sahara", but I like Sanmao very much? ”

"Hmm."

I liked the love between Sanmao and Jose, not Sanmao's situation at the time. She especially listened to Sanmao's voice, read Sanmao's introduction, and later realized that Sanmao committed suicide. While there are still some doubts about the "suicide theory", most people do believe that Sanmao did commit suicide.

Some say they committed suicide for love, some say they can't stand the pain, and some say they didn't win the Rolling Red Dust screenplay award.

Bai Yumo suddenly remembered to read Sanmao's book, but he was relieved to find that An Hanchen didn't know when to walk away. When he could be alone, An Hanchen pushed the door and came in.

He walked in with a book in his hand, not Sanmao's "The Story of the Sahara", but "Rolling Red Dust" that Bai Yumo had just thought of.

"How are you?" She looked at An Hanchen with some surprise.

How could this person have a book of three cents?

In fact, what she didn't know was that since An Hanchen saw "The Story of the Sahara" in Wu Di's ward, he doubted whether Bai Yumo was also watching "The Story of the Sahara" while taking care of Wu Di, and her heart began to be jealous.

An Hanchen bought a complete set of Sanmao books in one go.

He thinks that when Bai Yumo comes back, Bai Yumo will also read to him.

However, this time the situation was just the opposite, because considering that Bai Yumo was very weak now, An Hanchen did not let Bai Yumo read it, but read it himself.

"Can you read this book?" An Hanchen asked.

"Absolutely." Bai Yumo nodded.

She counted on An Hanchen to read her this book and let her spend her boring time in bed.

But An Hanchen leaned against the bed, right next to her. He said, "I'll read it to you." ”

"You ......"

"My reading skills are not too bad, you can take a look first."

Bai Yumo stopped talking.

An Hanchen's slender fingers opened a page of the book, and Bai Yumo listened to the sound of turning the page, feeling beautiful, as if one day a thrush was singing happily in the forest, and the loneliness of the forest disappeared. She was really looking forward to discussing these things with An Hanchen.

It turned out to be a little nervous, she clasped her hands and circled back and forth.

Then, the voice of anticipation finally sounded.

"When Shen Shaohua appeared, he was about twenty-two to twenty-three years old. One was born in Shanghai, and when Shaohua was nine years old, his mother died......"

An Hanchen suddenly stopped reading.

Bai Yumo looked at it suspiciously.

"I haven't read the book yet. This turned out to be a script," An Hanchen explained slightly. "Why don't we read together, you read women, I read men."

He gave his opinion.

"I ......" seems to have a difficult problem.

An Hanchen thought she was sick and didn't embarrass her. He said, "Okay, I'll read it." ”

His mother had a great influence on his thinking and education."

……

Time like this seems to go by quickly.

She didn't know how long An Hanchen had been reading. Admittedly, she admits that An Hanchen's voice is beautiful and it reads beautifully. It's more like reading with fiery emotion.

She listened, as if at a loss.

Before she knew it, someone's hand reached over and pressed her head against her strong shoulders.

Bai Yumo subconsciously wanted to dodge, she raised her head, but was gently pressed by An Hanchen's hand.

An Hanchen continued to read, and the pages of the book turned again.

Bai Yumo no longer avoided it, strangely relieved, she thought, An Hanchen, if only you hadn't lied to me.

The sound stopped abruptly.

After being stunned for two seconds, he quickly twisted his head away.

Disappointment flashed in An Hanchen's eyes. "My throat is a little dry and a little thirsty," he said. ”

"Oh."

It feels normal. After reading for so long, An Hanchen went to the living room to pour water and put the book on the bed. Bai Yumo took it and read two more pages. In the end, he just said: "Women, always so obsessed with love, like a fool." ”

Bai Yumo didn't know if he was talking about Shen Shaohua or herself.

An Hanchen also poured her a glass of water.

In this way, after two days, the two of them became flat and warm again, and a small world was full of happiness.

Bai Yumo suddenly thought, isn't this exactly what she has always wanted?

I didn't get it at first, I didn't expect it later, and now I got it again without warning. Life is so good.

However, there will always be someone who will spoil their happiness.

While An Hanchen had been reading a new book, he also pretended to be emotionally entangled with Bai Yumo and began to discuss the details with her.

Bai Yumo said: "Jose's love is warm, not fiery. ”"

An Hanchen thinks, "If it's not fiery, why does Sanmao want to die without eating or drinking after Jose's death?" ”

Bai Yumo added, "Everyone has feelings ......"

Before he finished speaking, someone rudely opened the door and came in, it turned out to be Song Rongcheng, I really haven't seen him for a long time.

But at this time, Song Rongcheng was completely different from Song Rongcheng in the past, with messy hair and messy clothes. The whole person seems to have wandered back from the outside penniless.

It may be that he is not used to seeing such an enthusiastic scene between An Hanchen and Bai Yumo, but he showed a strange smile and said, "I have been away for so long, you and your sister-in-law are very good, ah, really good." ”

An Hanchen sat up from the side and asked, "Where did you come back from?" How did you get this look? ”

He wanted to bring Song Rongcheng to the living room, because he knew that Song Rongcheng must have something to do with Xia Yu, and he didn't want to disturb Bai Yumo, because Xia Yu made him very sick.

Song Rongcheng raised his hand and smiled bitterly, almost crying: "I finally found her, but she left ...... again"

An Hanchen took Song Rongcheng to the direction of the living room, but Song Rongcheng stared at Bai Yumo: "Little sister-in-law, she is gone again." I really couldn't find her this time. Can you tell me? You're her best friend, she must have told you. ”

"I don't know, I don't know where Xiaoyu is now." Bai Yumo replied truthfully, she really didn't know, she didn't even know that Song Rongcheng was looking for Xia Yu. She thinks that Song Rongcheng should be thrown into the flower immediately.

Song Rongcheng didn't believe it at all. As soon as he ran over, he squatted in front of Bai Yumo's bed, looking at Bai Yumo almost begging. "Little sister-in-law, I beg you, tell me, I really want to know where Xiaoyu is. I love her. Without her, I would have died. ”

Bai Yumo's eyes were a little moved. Song Rongcheng's reaction was beyond her expectations, but she really didn't know where Xia Yu was. "I don't really know where she is."

Song Rongcheng still didn't believe it. She wanted to continue asking, but was stopped by An Hanchen, "Well, Rongcheng, Yumo, she really doesn't know." You should go out with me first. ”

After listening to An Hanchen's words, Song Rongcheng finally believed it.