The next day, the rising sun had just passed through the gaps in the curtains, swaying a golden light, Jian Han woke up from his sleep, washed his face and woke up a little, turned out the skipping rope, went downstairs and jumped a thousand in a row, and after sweating profusely, he returned to the room and took a shower.

Seeing that it was still early, her grandmother didn't call anyone, it shouldn't be time to eat, so she simply started practicing facial expressions again.

After this period of practice, she has made great progress in the practice of expressions, at least the most basic joy, anger and sorrow have been done at any time, and the effect of matching the eyes is very good, but once she leaves her eyes, she only looks at the facial expressions, which is not vivid enough and a little dull.

She raised her right hand, covering her eyes in the mirror, and subconsciously thought about what kind of expression is good to practice today, but a memory fragment that suddenly appeared yesterday inexplicably appeared in her mind - the man unscrupulously punched and kicked the immature boy underground.

She couldn't see the man's face clearly, the young man held his head and face with both hands, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she knew that it was Fang Qinghan, Fang Qinghan when he was young!

The whole clip flashed by, she looked at herself in the mirror in a daze, the corners of her lips drooped downward, and the wings of her nose were slightly enlarged, even if she couldn't see her eyes, she could still make people feel the rich sadness of the person in the mirror.

Jian Han's fingers trembled slightly, and he moved his right hand away little by little, revealing his dark eyes, which were full of sadness, and it seemed that a slight tilt could fill the entire room.

She had never seen and never knew that she could have such an expression on a face that seemed to contain all the pain in the world.

Jian Han took a deep breath, in front of such deep feelings, many of the expressions she had practiced before were like a joke.

Ignore everything in her memory, at least now, she has a new goal to strive for - to make her expression more detailed. More real!

Jian Han practiced in the mirror again, and quickly confirmed one thing, for the sad expression, she can be said to be self-taught, as long as she thinks of the scene where the young Fang Qinghan was violently beaten, her face will naturally reveal infinite sadness.

Jian Han also couldn't bear such heavy feelings, she turned on the faucet suddenly, swirled the water to the maximum, hit it out with one hand, and the water splashed towards the mirror, looking at the image spent on the mirror, her heart suddenly relaxed.

Back in the bedroom, Jian Han took out her mobile phone and searched carefully, the first thing she entered was Fang Qinghan's father, she judged according to the age of the man in the memory screen and the surrounding scenes, the biggest possibility of a man is Fang Qinghan's father.

Nothing came of it.

Although a bunch of news about Fang Qinghan was found, none of it was related to his father.

Jian Han frowned slightly, and re-entered a few words after thinking, Fang Qinghan, relatives, this time, a bunch of search results appeared, but they were all about a talk show.

Jian Han opened the video and watched it slowly, this was a talk show that Fang Qinghan was on a few months ago when he was promoting his film "Black Station".

The host is very good at adjusting the atmosphere, witty words, and many of the questions asked are also sideways, I heard that you are dating with the beautiful female number one, and you have a good relationship

Until the middle of the paragraph, the host asked a question: "Mr. Fang, you have always been secretive about your life experience, only saying that you are an orphan, do you really have no relatives alive?"

Fang Qinghan was silent for a moment, then shook his head affirmatively, "No—"

Jian Han felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, she covered her chest tightly, I don't know why, when Fang Qinghan said those three words, she instinctively wanted to refute loudly-

Lie! He's lying!

Fang Qinghan lowered his eyes slightly, and there were tears flashing in his eyes, "They are all in a fire-"

He covered his eyes with one hand, his voice was choked, and it was difficult to continue, after a while, he raised his head, his eyes were already red, and he smiled hard at the host, with a gentle and heartbreaking expression: "Sorry, I lost my temper." ”

Jian Han stared at the screen in a daze, and muttered, "Fire-"

This time, no memory fragments surfaced, as if for Fang Qinghan, the heart-wrenching fire was like a goose without a trace for her, and it didn't even stir up a splash.

Jian Han went downstairs with doubts, Mrs. Guan was arranging breakfast, at a glance, it was very rich, mainly Chinese food, palm-sized thin-crust pies, sugar baked cakes sprinkled with white sesame seeds on the outside, steaming meat sauce noodles, and the indispensable porridge buns.

Mrs. Guan dragged Jian Han over: "Hanhan, come and see, what do you want to eat!"

Jian Han glanced at Guan Ye, who was sitting at the dining table, the fourth cousin even put his hat on the left hand side in an orderly manner, and then looked at the second cousin Guan Ye, who was carrying a pair of chopsticks but had nothing in front of him, and asked in surprise: "Why don't you eat it?"

Old Madam Guan said with a domineering face: "You choose first, you pick the leftovers and then give them food!"

Jian Han was silent, and after a while, she raised her head, looked at the two cousins, and asked with a smile: "Second cousin, what do you like to eat, fourth cousin?"

Guan Ye snorted, raised his chopsticks and clicked in the air: "Pies, buns, wontons!"

Guan Zhong's expression was faint: "Whatever!"

Jian Han knew that one was not happy without meat, and the other was full as long as the amount was large.

Without hesitation, she took away a bowl of porridge, picked up two xiaolongbao, and smiled at Mrs. Guan: "Grandma, I'll just eat these." ”

As he spoke, he asked his aunt to give the wontons to Guan Ye, the lo noodles to Guan Zhong, and the bun pie to be placed in the middle of the two.

Mrs. Guan saw it in her eyes, she was both comforted and distressed, this child's parents were divorced since he was a child, what kind of environment can he hone such a good eyesight! It's heart-wrenching when you think about it!

After eating and drinking, Guan Ye's temper was obviously much better, he leaned down on the sofa, holding a toothpick in his mouth, and yawned lazily.

Mrs. Guan didn't like it, and slapped it: "Why don't you go out today, it's good to have breakfast at home as usual!"

Without waiting for Guan Ye to answer, Jian Han smiled and interjected: "I made a bet with my second cousin yesterday, he lost, and in the next week, he will be your grandmother, if you want to go shopping, he is the one who carries the bag, if you want to cook, he is the one who helps wash the vegetables." ”

After a pause, Jian Han grabbed Mrs. Guan's shoulders and added with a smile: "Even if you go to Paris, New York, and the Champs-Élysées on Fifth Avenue, there is no problem at all!"

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