I washed my face and put on my makeup again.

Otherwise, she would have gone to the bathroom and had nothing to do.

And it's a little embarrassing to be in the same space with Nan Yanchun.

Didn't you let her wash her face, just wash it obediently.

It's time to take a shower, but after coming out, I didn't see Nan Yanchun at first sight.

Is it too long to wait and go out?

Just thinking about it, when he rolled his eyes, he found that Nan Yanchun was leaning against the wardrobe door he had been looking at just now, sitting on the ground. The head is also resting, and the eyes are closed.

There was no carpet, no cushions, and he sat directly on the cold floor.

He took two steps closer, but he didn't know whether to disturb him or not.

He didn't fall asleep, and naturally knew that it was Lu Xiaobei who came out of the bathroom.

It was only for a long time that I slowly opened my eyes.

"Nothing has changed except the quilt." He spoke, he was talking to her.

His gaze fell lightly on the bed.

Lu Xiaobei followed that gaze, took two steps past the bed, stretched out his hand, and touched the soft quilt corner: "Maybe the quilt hasn't changed, but the quilt cover has been changed." ”

Nan Yanchun originally talked about his face as if he was not breathing, but suddenly moved slightly.

His eyes flashed, and he looked at Lu Xiaobei: "Except for Aunt Zhou, you are probably the third person to enter this room in many years." ”

Lu Xiaobei looked at Nan Yanlin, and then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Two people, facing each other, one on the ground and one on the side of the bed with only a little touch, staring at each other.

After a while, Lu Xiaobei said: "You have grown up, and grandpa is also old, you should come back to see more." ”

"I'm back." Nan Yanchun's gaze became a little wandering again.

From the moment he decided to return to Mengyue Group and decided to make his identity public, he had already returned.

"It's a blessing to come home." Although she didn't know how much comfort there was in this sentence.

I hope that all those who return home will be happy.

Nan Yanchun suddenly got up, even though Lu Xiaobei had already seen a little water flash in his eyes. "Do you want to take a break?" He changed the subject.

"I'll just sit down."

If he doesn't mind her sitting on the edge of his bed, just rest for a while.

Of course, even if he minded, she was already seated.

Seeing that Nan Yanchun definitely didn't know how to pick it up and what to do next, Lu Xiaobei said again: "It would be nice if you had a guitar to listen to." She saw a guitar on a low wooden windowsill that was integrated into the wardrobe.

"I... It's been a long time since I've played ......"

Is this a rejection?

But after he finished speaking, he seemed to be entangled for a moment, but still picked up the guitar.

Nan Yanchun picked up the guitar, touched every string, touched the headstock, and tuned the tune before sitting on the windowsill and began to talk about a song that Lu Xiaobei didn't know what it was.

Anyway, it is not light-hearted to say that it is light, and it is not sad to say sad.

Face to face, bounced over and over again - there was a knock on the door.

Nan Yanchun was holding the guitar, it was not easy to get up, Lu Xiaobei went to open the door.

It was Aunt Zhou, who came over with a gentle face and said, "I'm ready to eat." ”

"Okay."

……

It wasn't until many years later that Nan Yanchun knew that at that time, Lu Xiaobei was not the third person to enter his room. There is also a person who, for many years away from home, has to open the door and look at this room almost every night as long as he is at home.

And when he was still living in this room, when he was still a child, only when he was asleep, that person dared to push open the door, and dared to come to see him in his sleep.