Lin Xiufang held the newspaper with Zhang Ning's photo printed with the missing person notice, her mood became heavier, and she looked at Yang Dexiu, who was smiling while holding Tang Feifei, she carefully folded the paper and put it away.

"How? In the future, you will sell it here, and you don't have to push it around. Yang Dexiu looked around at the simply decorated store and looked at Lin Xiufang, who was looking at him without speaking.

"It's good, the rent is expensive, the business is not easy to say, you are willing to partner with me, I don't know when I will give you a share." Lin Xiufang took the rag, met his gaze, hurriedly lowered her head and wiped the table and said.

"In business, it was a small fire at the beginning, and it slowly became prosperous. Don't worry about the rent, I can. Isn't it? Feifei. Tang Feifei sat on his lap, amused, and responded to Yang Dexiu with an "oh oh", causing Yang Dexiu to raise his head and laugh.

"Why don't you give him clothes that I bought for my child? Isn't it unsightly or ill-fitting. Yang Dexiu saw that he yawned, stopped teasing him, picked him up horizontally, and gently patted him to sleep.

"No, it's suitable, thank you, Brother Yang." Lin Xiufang has been looking at the side face under the orange light in the rest of his eyes, because his kind and gentle attitude towards the child makes Lin Xiufang's heart full of warmth and touch.

Less than a year after her husband was gone, her heart throbbed at the thought of this, and uneasiness and shame poured over her heart like a biting cold wind, sweeping away her heart to a barrenness.

Hurriedly avoiding peeking at him, she went to the kitchen, turned on the faucet and slapped herself with cold water to sober herself up.

"Brother Yang, when it's cold, I'll knit you a scarf. Give it to me when the child is asleep, and I will carry him back to the room. Lin Xiufang handed him the scarf and looked at him holding the sleeping Feifei and whispered softly.

"It's pretty good, thank you." Lin Xiufang took the child away, he picked up the scarf and looked down, then looked up at Lin Xiufang and said.

"It's good if you like it, I'm afraid you don't like it. You wear it and let me ......" Realizing that it was wrong to say this, Lin Xiufang immediately closed her mouth and lowered her head and did not speak.

"Nonsense, I like warmth, pay attention to what you like or dislike, big man. Middle! Yang Dexiu immediately put it on and said with a big grin.

When Yang Dexiu finished eating the noodle soup in the big bowl, he suddenly found Lin Xiufang staring intently at his shoes, and he raised his foot on his lap and looked at it, "No?" Does it stink? He moved his nose as he spoke.

"Brother Yang, what's your shoe size?"

"Oh, I see, look at this, 44 yards. It's time for me to go, and I'll come back to see Feifei when I have time. With that, he stood up and walked out the door.

"Brother Yang, pay attention to safety on the road." Lin Xiufang watched his back disappear into the depths of the night before slowly closing the two doors.

I don't know when she started looking at his back, expecting him to look back at her. Maybe it's because he saved her from being a gangster who was almost humiliated, maybe it's because he is very good to Feifei, so good that Lin Xiufang thinks of how happy Feifei would be if he was Feifei's father!

She's a bad woman, and she looks at her frozen fingers. She slammed into her face, five finger prints clearly left on her fair face. She slowly crouched down on the ground, looking at the orange light above.

Being alone for a long time can be tired and vulnerable, and she admits that she is a cowardly and bad woman.

She was stopping herself from stepping into the river and walking towards the other side.