On the balcony was a thick dark green flannel, which was supposed to be very large, but the part that had been cut was missing a corner, just enough to make up for the photo frame.

Both of them were covered with ash for a long time, as if they hadn't been cleaned for a long time. The frame is even more bronze, which looks a little old. If it weren't for the fact that there were five or six cigarette butts lying next to it for the transition, it could be said that it was incompatible with the mirror-like concrete floor around it.

Another cigarette butt fell to the ground, and the soot of Mars floated in a rounded arc......

Going up, An Jianing stood by the railing, holding a windproof lighter, and still habitually blocking his hand in the direction of the wind, knowing that there was wind but not knowing how to turn his back.

Just about to light the cigarette, as a footstep got closer and closer, An Jianing threw the lighter aside, the cigarette was still in his hand, and turned around in the direction of the passer.

An Jianing's lips moved, but the person who came didn't make any sound except for the footsteps when he came.

"The child is willing to do it, why do you ......" The silent air always makes people think that time has passed for a long time, and the long silence makes An Jianning finally can't bear the momentum of the comer, and tentatively opens his mouth.

An Jianing raised his head and glanced at the watch on the wall, and the time had just passed two or three minutes - if it weren't for the fact that he had endured this for I don't know how many two or three minutes, An Jianing would still not have spoken.

"Why should I?"

If there is no yin and yang weirdness in this, He Yanqing himself does not believe it: "Why do you think I bother? ”

The children are so old, the old husband and wife, the meaning of He Yanqing's words, it is impossible for An Jianing not to understand, he really has no say in this matter.

The cigarette in his hand came to his mouth, and An Jianing was shocked to realize that the lighter had just been thrown aside by himself, and turned his face to look at his wife: "The girl is awake?" ”

"Nope." When it comes to her daughter, He Yanqing is worried and anxious, if she hadn't learned so much, she wouldn't have stopped her own girl.

Why is it that you refuse to find a stable job after graduation, and why is it Hangluo? He Yanqing couldn't figure it out.

"Hmm."

"It's time for you to go to work, I'll see you off."

"You go and persuade her about this." He Yanqing suddenly spoke, and if he wanted to interrupt An Jianing, he could only hold back.

"You don't need to send me, I'll go by myself, you can take care of the family and then go to work......" Before An Jianing could say anything, He Yanqing had already left the balcony and returned to the house, obviously leaving no room for negotiation.

"Smack!"

An Jianing grabbed the lighter and was just about to put the cigarette over again, when He Yanqing, who was about to walk around the corner, suddenly stopped and turned around.

Frowning and glancing at the cigarette in An Jianing's hand, He Yanqing was obviously not in the mood to care today, "In the evening, you will explain this matter to her when you get off work at night." ”

"There are many things in this society that cannot be achieved by liking them. What is a good doctoral student in fashion design at a prestigious university to do? ”

"Hmm." An Jianing lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, knowing that his wife would not be relieved to go to work if she didn't get a result, so she raised her head for a while, "If I come back and see that she is more comfortable, I will tell her, you go to work steadily." ”

One last glance at the cigarette in An Jianing's hand that was about to burn the cigarette holder but didn't have time to take a puff, and seeing An Jianing snuff it out, He Yanqing turned around the corner and went to the hall to change his shoes.

After two or three minutes, the sound of the door closing came from the gate, An Jianing lit another cigarette and took a sharp puff, and his eyes fell from the sky to the dusty photo frame......

"Shhh He threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped his feet twice.

Picked up the broom on the side and swept up the cigarette butt, and not long after An Jianing left the balcony, the toilet sounded with the sound of water.

The minute hand hanging on the wall turned half a circle, and An Ji had not yet woken up, and as the sound of the door being closed also dissipated in the corridor, there was only silence in the room.