At noon, Jiang Nan went to the newly opened fast food restaurant downstairs of the company and waited for dinner.

Their company doesn't include meals, so the restaurants downstairs are bustling with activity at this time.

There were small lines of people everywhere.

This newly opened fast-food restaurant probably doesn't have many customers yet, so there are not many people in line.

Jiang Nantu is convenient, so he is queuing up here.

She doesn't have any particular attention to what she eats, but she doesn't like to wait.

Within three or four minutes, it was her turn.

The boss of the meal was a very gentle middle-aged man, holding a big spoon and asking Jiang Nan what he wanted to eat.

Jiang Nan casually ordered two dishes, then took the things to the empty seat in the store and sat down.

She lowered her head and tasted the freshly beaten braised eggplant, which tasted good and had a sweet taste.

Jiang Nan was just about to take a bite of rice when a bowl of hot soup was suddenly placed in front of her table.

Jiang Nan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "I didn't order it."

She looked up at the person who had brought her something, who was standing at her desk with long, dirt-proof sleeves.

Her gaze gradually turned upwards, and she saw the figure of a delicate man, and then said in surprise: "Yansong? Why are you here? ”

Yan Song chuckled, pulled the chair opposite her and sat down: "I saw you when you were queuing just now, but unfortunately you didn't see me."

He wears a dark blue apron.

Jiang Nan opened his mouth wide: "You are the owner of this fast food restaurant?"

Yan Song shook his head: "This is opened by my uncle, and I only come over occasionally to help."

Jiang Nan nodded thoughtfully: "It's really fateful, I actually met you again." ”

"Fate?" Yan Song's eyes faded: "It is deep and deep, and it is shallow and shallow." ”

"Now you're a great writer?" Jiang Nan joked that she remembered that Yan Song used to be more stupid, always wearing thick glasses and not talking to people very much.

At that time, Jiang Nan thought that there were people in the class who were more introverted than her.

So much so that in the month they first became table mates, they spoke only a handful of times.

Yan Song smiled, and seemed to remember his own days, he pushed the bowl of hot soup to her again: "Drink, on such a cold day, you have to drink some hot warmth."

"Thank you." Jiang Nan looked at the bowl of soup and said softly.

"You're working as a translator here?" Yan Song looked at the building where she worked at some point.

Jiang Nan followed his gaze and replied, "Yes." ”

Yan Song nodded silently, and after being silent for a while, he stood up and said, "Then I'll go and help first, and you eat slowly." ”。

He nodded at Jiang Nan, and then walked over to the man who had just cooked for Jiang Nan to help.

Jiang Nan looked at his back, and then looked at the soup on the table, and he didn't know what it was like.

She often feels very comfortable with Yan Song, their personalities are very similar, and Yan Song is a little more easy-going and natural than her, so that she will not be too restrained.

Now that they've grown up, it doesn't seem like anything has changed, and they feel it when they get along.

Zhou Zhengan was a little busy today, and when he went home, it was already past ten o'clock.

The living room is lit up, and everything is quiet.

He walked into the bedroom, and Jiang Nan was already resting.

There was only a small light on his side in the bedroom, probably left for him by Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan curled up on the side of the bed, sleeping with a thick book on his pillow.

I guess I was sleepy looking at it, so I forgot to put the book.

She can sleep like this.

The light fell on her pale face, soft and serene.

Zhou Zhengan unconsciously lowered his voice, quietly untied his tie and hung it on the shelf, and then walked into the bathroom.

When he came out, Jiang Nan still maintained the posture of pillowing the book.

Zhou Zhengan was really afraid that she would put his pillow on him, so he walked to her side with good intentions, and a shadow fell around Jiang Nan.

Her eyelashes fluttered.

Zhou Zhengan bent down in front of her, pulled her pillow with one hand, and gently took the book with the other, wanting to put the pillow under her head, but as soon as his hand moved, the sleeping person opened his eyes.

Jiang Nan looked at him, his eyes gradually focused.

Zhou Zhengan and her were only half a meter away, and the two looked at each other for a moment.

Zhou Zhengan crashed into her thoughtful eyes, and she forgot what she was going to do for a while.

One of his hands was already on the back of Jiang Nan's head, and he could only be awkwardly still at the moment.

Jiang Nan glanced at his hanging arm, suddenly thought of something, his eyes suddenly condensed, like a frightened deer, looking at Zhou Zheng'an in shock.

She stiffened, and all sleepiness was washed away.

Zhou Zhengan frowned, not understanding where she got such a big reaction.

He withdrew his hand and straightened up.

Jiang Nan involuntarily shrank to the other side, and she felt her violent heartbeat.

It's the same heartbeat as when I woke up this morning and remembered last night's dream.

It's too similar to that dream.

"I just wanted to help you get the book away." Zhou Zhengan said expressionlessly.

Jiang Nan came back to her senses, and then remembered that there was a book as high as a pillow next to her bed, she was sleepy when she read the book just now, she just wanted to close her eyes and lie down for a while, but she didn't expect to sleep until this time.

Jiang Nan looked up at Zhou Zheng'an's deep eyes, his eyes revealed emotions that she couldn't understand, and he seemed a little angry.

Jiang Nan remembered his big move just now, as if he had made him unhappy.

"I'm sorry......," she said apologetically.

She couldn't tell Zhou Zhengan about last night's dream, when she opened her eyes and saw Zhou Zhengan just now, she reacted instantly, why was she dreaming again?

That's why there was such a move.

Her expression was in Zhou Zhengan's eyes, and Zhou Zhengan saw remorse, shame, and even ...... in her eyes Evade? Seeing her like this, it's hard to make people think about it.

His eyes darkened a little.

Zhou Zhengan didn't say a word, turned around and walked to the other side of the bed to lie down, and pulled down the lamp.

The bedroom was plunged into darkness again.

Jiang Nan clinged to the side of the bed, not even daring to lean over to the middle position, for fear that if he got closer to Zhou Zheng'an, he would have a ridiculous dream tonight.

The distance between them was back to the time when they could accommodate the next two people.

In the dark night, Zhou Zhengan's face became more and more ugly.

So, Jiang Nan is hiding from him?

Because of last night's incident? Zhou Zhengan turned over with a cold face and leaned on the other side of the bed.

The distance between them was more than enough for all three of them.

Probably because of Jiang Nan's intentional self-restraint, she didn't move much this night, and when she woke up in the morning, she still maintained the same position she had when she slept last night.

Jiang Nan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't cause any more trouble.

Zhou Zhengan went out early, and they didn't touch it.

For the next few days, both of them maintained this state.

No one took the initiative to talk to anyone, and there were very few times that it could really be regarded as face-to-face.

Jiang Nan didn't know how he provoked Mao Zhou Zhengan, anyway, he just didn't care much about himself.

This continued until the weekend.

They are going to Song's house for dinner today.

Zhou Zhengan still had some things to do in the morning, he went out early in the morning, and he didn't come back at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Nan was hesitant to call him to remind him, but Zhou Zhengan's text message came in first.

- Down.

Just two words.

Jiang Nan hurriedly packed up and rushed downstairs, and Zhou Zhengan's car was parked at the door.

She opened the car door and sat inside, the air-conditioning was closed outside.

Jiang Nan exhaled.

After waiting for a while, the car had not started yet.

Jiang Nan couldn't help but look at Zhou Zheng'an, who reminded her coldly: "Seat belt."

Jiang Nan reacted and hurriedly turned around to fasten his seat belt.

The car finally moved.

They were quite silent all the way.

*

The Song family was located in an old residential building, and their car could not drive in, so they parked in the hotel parking lot opposite the community.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Nan was still a little unsure of the location, so he called Shen Li and asked for directions.

Zhou Zhengan followed her unhurriedly with his hands in his coat pockets.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Nan was still thinking about the problem of the southeast and northwest.

Shen Li said that he had entered the easternmost building at the gate of the community, but who knew in which direction the southeast, northwest, and northwest were divided?

She turned her head embarrassedly and asked Zhou Zhengan, "Do you know which side the east is?"

Zhou Zhengan raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't know the location of your home?" ”

Jiang Nan smiled a little bitterly: "My mother remarried when I was a sophomore in high school, and I lived on campus at that time, and I haven't been here much since then. ”

When Shen Li married Song Kuan at that time, Song Kuan was still a middle school teacher and had a stable career, but Shen Li was dragged by Jiang Feng at that time.

Shen Li was obedient to Song Kuan's words, and even after getting married, they were still cautious, they were begging for a life from others, Jiang Nan didn't dare to be disobedient, she knew that Song Kuan's diaphragm responded to her, so she didn't even dare to go to Song's house in those years.

They live in the dormitory during classes, and when they have a long vacation, they go to live in the old house they used to live in.

Later, when I went to college, I didn't even mention it.

This is the first time Jiang Nan has come seriously.

It's ridiculous to say, if Song Kuan hadn't seen Zhou Zhengan that day and wanted to climb this big tree, they might not have come here today.

Song Kuan would not let Shen Li urge her all at once.

Shen Li didn't tell her this, but Jiang Nan knew it.

The tip of her nose was red, and she looked a little aggrieved, and Zhou Zhengan's cold eyes were a little fluctuating for a moment.

He still grimaced and stretched out his hand to point her in the right direction.

"East." He said.

......

Shen Li had already prepared a table of meals, and the door was wide open, waiting for them to come.

Jiang Nan actually saw Song Yan.

He reluctantly intervened and sat down at the dinner table, apparently forced by his father.

Jiang Nan was sarcastic in his heart, Zhou Zhengan's attraction to Song Kuan was really great.

"Xiao Nan is here." Song Kuanben was sitting on a small sofa watching TV, and when he saw the two of them coming in, he stood up with a smile.

In this house of less than 70 square meters, Zhou Zhengan's tall body stood at the door, looking very disobedient.