In the early morning, my aunt was still busy in the kitchen, and my uncle was already sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper.

I hurriedly drank a glass of hot milk with steaming steamed bun slices in my mouth. Liang An stretched his waist and walked out of the bedroom, saying that he wanted to meet up with his classmates who came to collect wind, and it happened that he would stop by with me.

It really happened.

It happened that my aunt made my favorite fried steamed buns, and it happened that Liang An's classmates lived in an ordinary hotel not far from the school.

I vaguely felt that they saw my unhappiness yesterday, and out of order to protect my sensitive self-esteem, they went to great lengths to create one coincidence after another.

Bus 7 has been around for a few years and its route runs through a modest street, starting in the remote old town and ending in the new town, which is not yet fully developed.

The windows of the car were open, the air after the rain was exceptionally fresh, and the only passengers in the car were me and Liang An, but this did not affect the good mood of the driver's master, humming an old song out of tune in his mouth, and occasionally blowing a whistle or two.

Liang An said that yesterday he went to pick me up from school and wanted to surprise me, but saw me walking out of school with a boy. Ask me if I cried last night because I had an awkward relationship with him.

Obviously, Liang An regarded Liu Ziyang as the culprit who made me cry.

No, brother, it's not him, it's ......

I don't know how to introduce Wang Yinan to Liang An.

He repeatedly promised that he would keep his mouth shut in front of his aunt and uncle.

It's a lukewarm person who treats me coldly, no, an extremely cold person to me. I didn't want to mention his name, because I felt tightness in my chest and shortness of breath, and it was dark.

Liang An understands me.

He didn't press me any further, he just showed me that there were only two of us passengers on the bus.

He said: Even if there are only two of us on the bus, the driver will still drive the car happily to the terminal. I mean, even if you're a little unhappy along the way, the bus will go from stop to stop.

After saying that, he took out a lollipop from his pocket and carefully placed it in the palm of my hand.

Eat candy, and you will feel much better when you eat sugar.

When I was a child, whenever I cried, Liang An always had N ways to make me happy as quickly as possible. This mainly depends on his desire to survive under the strong suppression of his uncle.

Brother, you are so good at coaxing girls to be happy, didn't you find me a sister-in-law at school? If not, I'll introduce you to one, Jiang Xiaoning is good, beautiful and ingenious, oops, no, Jiang Xiaoning already has a heart, I guess I don't look down on you. After saying that, I still pouted as if I was pretending.

Li Xiangxiang, I just tried my best to make you happy, you just made fun of your brother, come on, come on, give me back the lollipop.

How can I go back what I have given out? When the bus arrived, the door just opened, I rushed out as soon as possible, and Liang An shouted in the back: Xiangxiang, I'll pick you up at the end of the evening self-study.

He was probably afraid that I would meet the person who made me cry again.

Got it~

I didn't look back, but I could feel that Liang An's tone was all tender.

What first love, in front of family affection, is nothing.