"Okay," An Lingming raised the corners of her mouth and hooked up a smile. After regaining his senses, he obviously no longer has a stupid atmosphere, and the whole person once again exudes a charming and charming atmosphere.

A good show in the mouth of dill is not a theatrical performance or a show or anything like that, but something that actually happens.

Once again, I sat on the plane and flew tens of thousands of meters in the air with it. The difference was that last time there was an empty seat next to her, and this time there was him.

It seemed that the long flight was particularly easy to get tired, and in the silent journey dill fell asleep again in her seat.

The stewardess took a light step and approached, handing the blanket in her hand to An Lingming, who was sitting outside.

An Lingming made a blanket, carefully folded it into three folds that could feel warm and not hot, and then gently covered the dill's body.

His gaze always fell gently on the person beside him, not as hot as the dazzling sun, but as warm as the soft moonlight.

During the nearly ten-hour flight, Dill spent her sleep, but An Lingming stayed awake all the time, pulling the blanket that was about to fall for her from time to time, and always sat gently and meticulously by her side.

Almost at the same time as the plane landed, Dill also opened her eyes.

When she looked down, she saw the blanket on her body, then turned her head sideways and smiled and nodded to the boy next to her.

"Don't you ask me why I came to country J?" Dill raised her little head and looked at An Lingming with a pair of watery eyes.

"So, why are you here?" An Lingming didn't say anything like everyone else, I understand you or if you wanted to tell me, you would naturally tell, but looked at her dotingly, and followed her words to ask the question she wanted to ask herself.

"Because I want to see how Ahn Lingxuan died," Dill smiled more and more openly, with obvious and outward joy, "Don't you think it's going to be funny?" ”

"Interesting? Hahaha" An Lingming smiled heartily, but there was some faint unhappiness in his heart, how could his Ah Luo think other boys were interesting? Not even in the case of death.

"Cut, hypocrisy" The stiffness in An Lingming's smile was easily seen by Dill, "Don't laugh when you don't want to laugh, the smile you force yourself to show is really ugly and ugly"

"Na," Dill grinned, "just like this, smiling like a plastic flower, false and stiff"

An Lingming looked at it for a moment, then hooked the corners of her lips again, and the lines of her eyebrows and eyes became very smooth, soft and natural, "In this way, isn't it like a real flower?" ”

Dill glanced at him, didn't say a word, and walked straight forward.

The smile he had just now was indeed very real and infectious, but it was too real and contagious, making people unconsciously want to enter his world and share with him what made him happy.

But...... His world, she did not want to enter, the things that made him happy...... She didn't want to know.

The curvature of the corners of An Lingming's lips gradually returned to a straight line as the back of the dill gradually faded away.

To like someone is to be happy because of her, sad because of her, happy for her, sad for her. Relate all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of that person to yourself, and always enjoy them.