"Buckle"

"Please come in."

"A car tomorrow?" Jiang Xia walked in with Nana in her arms, and Nana narrowed her eyes comfortably.

Jun Wan was stunned for a moment, and bent his eyes: "'Okay.'" ”

Jiang Xia took out a free hand and touched Jun Wan's head: "Go to bed early." The touch in his hand made him reluctant to move away.

Jun Wan remembered the events of a certain day and tilted his head: "'The president is not tall. ”

"It's already high." Jiang Xia dismantled the stage and compared his hands: "It's on my shoulder." ”

Jun Wan angrily cushioned her feet, and the clothes in her hand were thrown on the bed: "I'm not an adult yet, and I can still grow." ”

Coaxing the child's tone: "Yes, it can still grow." ”

Junwan: "...... "It's good if you're happy, is it fun to tease children?"

Looking at Jun Wan's small appearance, Jiang Xia just rubbed her black hair again: "Go to bed early." ”

"Okay, you too."

said this, Jun Wan may not be sleepy because he slept too much in the afternoon, or he may not be able to sleep because of tomorrow's farewell, it is more than ten o'clock, and he still can't fall asleep.

She took out a small black box, touched the cold bullet on the red string, and put it on Jun Wan's wrist.

Familiar sensations spread from the wrist to the heart.

There is a saying that when you go out, you must bring a cup of soil from your hometown, so that you can be protected and blessed.

Jun Wan's grandfather was different, and gave her this bullet, saying that it was more effective than dirt.

It is also true that Jun Wan rubbed the bullet with his other hand, and tears from the corners of his eyes flowed from the corners of his eyes.

In a daze, Jun Wan remembered, there are two bullets, and there is another one?

Jun Wan's memory is very vague, and in her mind, there is only the sunset.

The little boy with a blurred face sat on the slide, and Jun Wan thought carefully, and the brain that had been off the assembly line was unwilling to provide her with engine services.

After being entangled with the chaotic memories for a while, the sleepiness became even deeper.

"Forget it." She thought—slowly after swallowing it anyway—she should remember.

Jun Wan held another pillow in her arms, and the warm yellow light at the head of the bed hit her well-behaved white face - good night.

Jiang Xia touched Nana on the bed, but the light was not turned on, and the machine in the room had stopped running.

On his right hand, there was the same bullet, and under the cover of the night, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

I can only faintly perceive that sudden mild moment.

……

"Jun Wan, this is something my sister gave you, I hope you don't dislike it." Zhang Yang handed over a very cute little pendant to Jun Wan.

"How come, good-looking, Brother Zhang Yang will help me give this to her." Jun Wan took out a doll from her school bag, which was similar to that one.

I've been with Jun Wan for a few years.

Originally, I was going to take it back, but after thinking about it, since Zhang Yang is here, he is destined to give it away.

"This one is relatively old, give it to her, I hope my sister will recover soon, and I hope that Brother Zhang Yang can realize his wish. I hope the children will be more cute. ”

hasn't celebrated the New Year's holiday yet, and Jun Wan's blessings have been sent out a lot.

Han Yanzhi covered his face, and Qi Jin buried his head on Mo Ci's shoulder.

"I'm leaving, I'll see you next time." Jun Wan waved his hand in the car.

Jiang Xia sat next to him and didn't say goodbye to her.

Maybe he was used to parting for a long time, and Jun Wan quickly packed up his mood and picked up the script and read it.

"It's not a big change, it's amazing." Jun Wan sincerely gave such an evaluation, which is different from all previous IPs.