He Niannian nodded hurriedly, she really knew it, and she remembered it very clearly, so she felt that it was boring to review these textbooks.

"Okay, when your dad comes back, let's take the car." Xiao's mother agreed.

That night, He Niannian fell asleep with his new textbook.

When she fell asleep, she reappeared in the pale pink space, where Monet stood quietly watching her.

He Niannian jumped and ran over, and then naturally grabbed his arm, "Monet, I'm here." ”

She gently rested her head on Monet's arm, next to him, and felt a hint of sweetness in her heart, and at this time a thought came to her that it was good to have Monet by her side.

He Niannian rubbed Monet's arm with his cheek, there was a cold feeling, and there was a touch of it, not like clothes, more like a person's skin.

She couldn't help but rub it twice, and Monet kept looking ahead, the red light in his eyes slowly deepening until he filled his entire pupil.

When He Niannian looked up and saw Monet's red eyes, which were darker than before, the red light spread out and flowed into the bottom of her heart, dispelling the grievances, hesitation, loss and coldness in her heart one by one, and then letting the red light fill her heart.

A voice sounded in He Niannian's heart, I will accompany you. She bit her lower lip lightly, joy, gratitude, happiness, all kinds of emotions came to her heart, her eyes slowly moistened, at this moment, she felt so happy, so lucky, how could she be so lucky to have Monet.

"Monet, I want to see your face, I want to touch and feel your presence." He Niannian looked up at those crimson eyes and whispered, because she could only see Monet's eyes, everything else was black, and she didn't care before, but at this moment she just had a thought, wanting to reach out and touch his cheek, and she was very eager to do so.

The black on Monet's face slowly receded, revealing his true face little by little, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were watery, his face was like jade, the lines of his cheeks were very perfect, his chin was slightly pointed, his skin was smooth and delicate like jade, and his lips were pink and attractive like rose petals.

He Niannian raised his hand, gently covered his eyebrows, and began to draw the outline of this face, sighing in her heart, such a perfect appearance was beyond her imagination, she didn't know that she could still imagine such a perfect person, without any flaws in the face, it can be said that it is God's most perfect work.

Monet had been expressionless and allowed He Niannian to caress his face, and when the other party's fingers pressed his lips, the deep meaning in his eyes deepened again.

"Monet, what if I really want to like you? You are simply perfect. Hehe, I'm really, how could I like someone I fantasize? He Niannian smiled and put down her hand, she had never been in love, did she know what liking was?

"What should it be like to like it?" She looked at Monet's handsome and immaculate face and asked softly, in fact, she was asking herself.

He Niannian pulled Monet to sit down, and then leaned on his shoulder, she was reluctant to leave, and wanted Monet to accompany her more.

This feeling of having someone to accompany her all the time and always belong to her alone makes her heart extra down-to-earth and at ease, and it also makes He Niannian start to become stronger slowly, because no matter what, whether she is isolated or she says bad things, there will always be Monet who will always accompany her.

He Niannian hugged Monet's arm and fell asleep leaning on him like this.

Monet tilted his head slightly, a pair of crimson starry eyes stared at He Niannian's sleeping face like this, the indifference in his eyes slowly faded, with an indescribable feeling, just sat quietly and looked at her, guarding her.

The next morning, He Niannian slept very well, she stretched and sat up, remembering that she was holding Monet's arm in the dream, she couldn't help touching her cheeks, the corners of her mouth were upturned, and she was in a very happy mood.

She saw Monet's face, she seemed to reach out and touch it, He Niannian looked at her right hand, slightly stunned, the touch that touched the heartstrings seemed to remain on her fingers, everything seemed so real, she touched her heart that was beating a little fast, and she didn't understand what was wrong.

"Niannian got up to eat, it's time to go to school." Mom's voice came from outside.

He Niannian looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was half past six, and there was still morning self-study at seven o'clock, she didn't have time to think about the dream last night, so she quickly got dressed and got up to wash and eat, and then picked up her schoolbag and ran towards school.

Morning is the busiest time, parents have to pack up the meat they bought and prepare to open, there is no time to send her, she can only run to school by herself, she decided to get up early tomorrow.

Two days later, the school was on holiday, and He Niannian followed his parents back to the village.

Father He rode an electric tricycle, He Niannian and his mother sat in the back, the car was not small, there were chickens, ducks and fish in it, and some fruits, some for He Niannian's aunt, and some for his grandfather.

The car was walking on the dirt road in the countryside, with some potholes, but it couldn't resist the happy mood of the three of them at this time, especially He Hao, who faced the cool autumn breeze and looked at the new clothes on his body, with a smile on his face that could not be hidden.

Now he can finally earn money, so that his wife and children can eat meat every day, buy new clothes, and provide a good learning environment for Niannian.

Xiao's mother is also in a good mood, she rarely took things home before, but her parents have been thinking about her and sending her things, and now they can finally buy some good things for her parents to eat, thinking of her mother, her mood is a little low.

She is doing well now, but she will never have the opportunity to honor her mother again, and she must go home often to see her father in the days to come.

He Niannian didn't have any idea about going back to the village, she just felt that she was finally on vacation and could have a good day, looking at the corn that had matured on both sides of the road, and some of the fields were lined with wicker bamboo baskets, covered with a layer of white cloth, which was water and dry food.

In the field, someone took a hoe to cut corn, put down the corn one by one, and then placed it in a row, and someone squatted behind him to break the cob, and the husked corn was placed in a golden pile in the center of the two rows of corn stalks.

This year, everyone will have a good harvest.

There was a donkey cart on the opposite side, and Dad He pulled over to make way for the donkey cart, and the car was surrounded by iron sheets, which was used to load corn and pull the corn home to dry.

The uncle sitting on the donkey cart glanced enviously at Dad He's electric three-way car, although it was smaller than his own donkey cart, but in these years, how could anyone spend money to buy an electric car.

Either buy a pedal tricycle, or have the money to buy a three-horse car, and few people will spend money on an electric tricycle.