"The young grandmother is out."

"Out?"

If there is no invitation from friends or family members, Xu Sirou has rarely gone out, but recently the frequency of going out has been significantly higher.

Tan Jingyun said, his eyes swept straight to the clock: "It's past six o'clock, haven't you come back yet?" ”

"No, I don't." Aunt Ping was also uncontrollable worried over the phone, "I don't know why I've delayed until now." Seeing that it was getting dark, and there was no one with her, in case ......"

A knock on the door in the corridor interrupted Aunt Ping's words, she glanced back and hurriedly said, "I'm back." Put down the phone for the time being, and greeted Xu Sirou.

On the phone, Tan Jingyun vaguely heard Aunt Ping's warm and eager greeting: "Young grandma is back." It's so late, why didn't you call Lao Wang to pick it up? What if you meet bad people on the road? ”

I couldn't hear what Xu Sirou said, and Aunt Ping's voice rang on the phone again: "It's just right, the young master is calling." I asked you just now, young grandma took one, right? ”

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Tan Jingyun heard the familiar voice.

"Brother Yu."

It's still so calm.

He suddenly remembered that Xu Sirou was sitting in the car at the gate of Zhenhua School that day, smiling and waving goodbye to the boy.

Somehow, the tide rose in my heart, and now it rolled and retreated, leaving only a dry shoal.

I just feel rustling, and I can't tell what it feels like.

He casually responded, "Hmm." ”

Xu Sirou stared at the phone line with lowered eyes. Tan Jingyun on the other side obviously didn't have much interest in talking to herself, and she was deadlocked for a few seconds, and there was no sound from each other before she spoke: "If it's nothing, I'll ......"

"I'll be back early the day after tomorrow."

"Oh."

Another few seconds of blankness.

"I heard Aunt Ping say, you went out today?" Tan Jingyun immediately changed the topic, "What did you do?" ”

"Miss Su has set up a painting class at home to teach everyone to draw, and I'm idle and fine, so I'll go and see it." Xu Sirou pondered and said slowly.

After all, I want to go out to work in the future, and if I go to a painting class, then I seem to have a suitable excuse for leaving early and returning late. What's more, I heard that Miss Su really opened a painting class, and at this point, she was not afraid of Tan Jingyun to inquire about the facts.

She was complacent about the near-perfect excuse she had found, but her voice on the other side of the phone was a little deeper: "It's autumn now, and in a few days, it will get dark even earlier." I have no problem with you participating in the painting class, I always ask my family to pick me up. ”

"No!"

"Why not?" Tan Jingyun grabbed her and rushed out to retort.

"I ......" Xu Sirou's palms holding the microphone sweated slightly. She didn't expect that Tan Jingyun would throw this question when it was coming, "The Su family is not far away, I can walk on the road casually, and I can be freer." ”

"Be free......" Tan Jingyun chewed these words, "You are at home now, are you not free?" Swapping the earpiece from the right hand to the left hand, Tan Jingyun also changed the question, "Or, what other freedom do you want?" ”

He thought of the student named Xiang Tianwen in Zhenhua School again.

Thinking of the little hat in green clothes, thinking of the hand he waved reluctantly when he stood in front of the car to bid farewell to Xu Sirou, and thinking of the little silver fish hanging in his hand.

The cold light of the silver shone into the darkest corners of his heart: what kind of freedom did she want so hard? Is it for myself, or for the sake of the male student?

Tan Jingyun was dumbfounded, trying to suppress the slightest burning in his heart, but he still didn't ask the question, just waiting, waiting for Xu Sirou to answer.