Ah Jing got into the quilt. Recently, she has really changed. When did you become so fragile and squeamish? There was also a man at home, who was actually lying comfortably on the bed. Even when Yang Benhu was there, it was rarely so natural. If she sleeps, he either sleeps too, or he is gone.

A soft knock on the door interrupted Jing's thoughts. Lu An pushed open the door, walked over to the bed and bent down. Ah Jing looked at him.

Lu An laughed: "Don't you want to sleep?" Eyes open so wide? ”

As he spoke, he reached out and stroked her forehead, stroking the messy hair away. Tucked the corners of the quilt. Ah Jing didn't speak, but looked at him.

Lu An looked at the girl wrapped in the quilt like a little baby. Eyes wide open. Clear, but a little confused. There was a faint flush on his face, his lips were biting slightly, and his skin was a little dry. For a moment, a thought made him want to lean down and kiss it, moistening his little red lips.

Smiling slightly and shaking his head, Lu An took the water and handed it to Ah Jing: "Drink some." ”

Ah Jing sat up obediently and took the water to drink. Lu An saw her lie down again, and advised: "Sleep in peace." There are guards on the one-way street all around, so it's very safe. ”

Ah Jing nodded, saw that he was about to go out, remembered it, and asked, "Anzi, I...... Can I still go to work? ”

Luan turned his head to look at her. "I'm worried that if I go to work, I will cause trouble for the company......

"Let's go up first, and then make a decision when it's clear." Luan thought for a moment.

Ah Jing nodded. Watching Lu An gently close the door. The face quickly feverished. Why do you have to ask him? Didn't you make your own decisions about this kind of thing before? Why? Because he is Anzi. Yes. Because, he is Lu An...... Lu An, who is different from Yang Benhu......

Ah Jing fell asleep in a daze. Had a strange dream. In the dream, there were many white doves, flying and flying in the blue sky, and there were many. It's beautiful.

When I woke up, it was time to hold the lamp. Xiaoqing should have gone to the morning and afternoon shifts. Ah Jing casually heated up some leftovers and ate them. Often such a person stays at home in the evening. Looking at the lights of thousands of homes, I heard the voices of people upstairs and downstairs. Look out the window and see the lights shining in the many windows in the side streets. Every family has mom and dad and kids, right? Together under the lamp, eating, reading, chatting. There must not be many people as lonely as her. At this time, Kyoto will be full of melancholy.

She misses her mother. Miss Dad. I think about the puppies I once had, and I think about some friends who are far away from home.

Who doesn't crave happiness? The happiness that Ah Jing once hoped for was so simple, as long as her mother was at home, turned on the light, and waited for her to come home from school. Laugh and eat with her. Watch her do her homework under the lamp with pampered eyes.

Now the happiness I hope for is so simple, as long as there is a mother at home, turn on the light, and wait for her to come home from work. Smile and talk to her.

It's just that such happiness is so unattainable.

A meal, Ah Jing ate without knowing the taste. Is it always like this, and my mother has always been like this, hating her, staying away from her until the day she dies?

Ah Jing fought a cold war. It's been eight years. How many eight years are there in life? Is it really like just looking at my mother from afar? No longer changing?

Do you really want to let these things be hidden in your heart and rust away from your heart? Ah Jing remembered Lu An's words. Such a man, like an invisible tentacle, actually probed into her heart.

In the past eight years, no one has ever asked her and felt her confusion and sadness. They think that's her character, right?

Ah Jin, who is very arrogant, sincerely cares about her and helps her. There is no way to help her share her worries and sorrows, but it really makes her feel the warmth of her friends.

Yang Benhu, who once thought that he would be with him for a lifetime, got her heart, but he didn't explore it well. He never knew that this heart was beating so hard, right?

He always thought she was a strong person. He even asked, why aren't you a little weaker? I don't even know where to love you so much.

I don't know where to love myself well. Ah Jing smiled bitterly. I thought that for the rest of my life, just like that, I was destined to be alone, carrying this burden, and staggering forward.

But now, there is a man who asks her, "Do you have anything to tell me?" Do you take the Confederates?

Ah Jing closed his eyes. Tears rolled down. Thank you, Yasuko. Even just asking it makes me feel warm.