"What do you think?"

Xu Wan patted him and pulled Xu Zhenyu out of his memories.

Xu turned his gaze from the photos on the bookshelf to her face.

The full and delicate face has long since lost the thin and small appearance it used to be. The poor little girl in her memory already had her own armor and knew how to hold the weapon in her hand to fight back.

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect you to keep such an early photo."

Xu Wan looked at the photo he was looking at just now, in which she was thin and small holding a huge doll and smiling blindly.

This is the only photo in her childhood, and those were burned by Liu Min in the past, but this one is missing. Liu Min saw that this was her single photo, so she simply kept it and didn't deal with it together.

If she knew that the doll in the photo was a birthday gift that her father bought for her, would she not bother to light it again?

The doll was also discarded by Liu Min after moving, and she remembered that she had cried in the quilt for a whole day, and Liu Min couldn't coax her.

Since then, Xu Wan has never taken a photo in her childhood, nor has she ever bought a doll.

Xu Wan didn't take over the topic, but asked rhetorically: "You haven't said what you're here for today?" ”

He has come to him twice in the past three days, which is really too abnormal.

Late at night, on the top of the moon, the light of the mobile phone in the dark room is bright and off, repeatedly. The comfortable European-style bed could not solve her strange illness of sleepless nights, and the book said that this is called heart disease, which can be treated, but there is no cure. He does not want to wake up when he dreams, and he resists falling asleep when he wakes up. It's not just a strange disease.

I didn't want to deal with it with a thin sweat, I wanted to turn over and continue to sleep, but my throat was dry and unbearable, and the water glass in front of the bed had bottomed out, so I could only get up and go downstairs to the living room to pour a glass of water to drink.

The downstairs living room was pitch black, and in front of the sofa, there was smoke and light flickering and flickering.

Qiao Yixia frowned slightly, his steps did not change, he went to the kitchen and poured a cup of cold water, and after solving the discomfort in his throat, he took out a cup again and poured warm boiling water.

The sound of moving from the kitchen to the sofa interrupted Qiao Zhiheng's thoughts, he looked at the warm water bubbling on the coffee table in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Why haven't you slept so late?" ”

"I fell asleep and woke up again." Seeing Qiao Zhiheng wearing a suit that had not been changed, he asked, "Have you worked overtime?" Came back a little late late. ”

Qiao Zhiheng took a deep breath, spit out a cloud of white mist, and then raised his hand to disperse the smoke, and extinguished the small half of the cigarette. After hesitating for a while, he still spoke: "There have been some small troubles in the company recently, it's okay, it'll be fine in a while." ”

I didn't want to say more, and I didn't ask questions, just nodded and asked him to pay more attention to his body.

Stared at Qiao Yixia, who would have a somewhat similar face to herself, and asked, "Today, your director called me to confirm the list of residential schools, is this your own idea, or did your mother let you go?" ”

Qiao Yixia was slightly stunned, and replied to him softly: "It's my own idea, most of my classmates live on campus, so that I can get closer to my classmates." ”

Qiao Zhiheng pondered for a while before nodding: "You are also older, some ideas should be taken by yourself, you can go if you want, I will give you more money in the card, take care of yourself, don't be too provincial, you are Qiao's daughter, you know?"

She smiled and nodded, reassuring him.

Before going upstairs, he looked back at Qiao's father again. The cigarette, which had just been extinguished for a short time, was rekindled.

After returning to the room, Qiao Yixia relaxed the smile on his face, a little tired.

"Sister, where have you been?" The boy's voice is a little rough and hoarse, but it is not unpleasant.

It's just that Qiao Yixia was still startled by this sudden voice.