"But I'm really scared." , the immature female voice is full of grievances.

Anan could even imagine how many tears would flow from her face, and when Mom and Dad came, they would definitely educate him.

Anan tilted his head and thought for a while, and then said slowly: "Then can I sing to you?" ”

"Okay!" Ah Xian replied quickly.

Anan's big eyes rolled, and finally he thought of a nursery rhyme that he had played in his father's car, which was the English version of Lemon tree, and he immediately sang: "I wonder how, I wonder why, yesterday you told me about the blue sky......"

The boy's voice was much softer than that of the adult, and the voice was soft, like a feather sweeping on Ah Xian's ears, and she listened to it and gradually became unable to open her eyes, and then fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until she was asleep that Anan stopped talking, and he sat on the couch, swaying his legs back and forth a little boredly.

About twenty minutes later, Jiang Nan arrived in a hurry.

On Zhou Zhengan's side, Jiang Nan directly asked him to rush to the hospital, and she stayed behind to take care of the three children.

As soon as Anan saw Jiang Nan, he leaned into her arms, Jiang Nan asked Anan to wrap his neck, and then hugged him, she asked Anan softly: "Are you sleepy?" ”

Anan rested his head on his mother's shoulder, nodded with his eyes slightly closed.

Anan had no memory of what happened later, and he fell asleep in his mother's arms.

*

When Anan started his first year of junior high school at the age of twelve, he began to have a lot of love letters in his drawer, one or two at the beginning, he would also open them because of curiosity to take a look, and then he lost interest completely.

These love letters were all disposed of by him as garbage.

Later, this matter was discovered by Zhou Zhengan and Jiang Nan, and Anan's undisguised behavior led to many more delicate envelopes in the trash cans at home.

Jiang Nan handed over the task of educating his son to Zhou Zhengan.

When Anan was doing his homework at night, Zhou Zhengan walked into his son's room with the milk that Jiang Nan had forced into him.

Anan just glanced sideways at his father, and continued to lower his head to do his homework.

Anan is young and doesn't remember many things, but he remembers very well the fact that when he was five years old, he was afraid of thunder and climbed into the master bed in the middle of the night to sleep between the two and was driven back to his room by Zhou Zhengan.

He and his father have not been close since childhood.

Zhou Zhengan didn't come to play the family card with his son, he sat down casually on the single sofa, and he drank half a cup of the milk Jiang Nan gave Anan, and then said leisurely: "How did you deal with the letter written to you by your classmates in school?" ”

He asked knowingly.

Anan said: "That's a love letter. ”

"Oh, and how do you deal with the love letters that people have worked so hard to write you?" Zhou Zhengan's voice was calm.

“......”

This conversation between father and son ended in ten minutes.

Then Zhou Zhengan walked out of his son's bedroom with an empty glass in his hand.

“......”

Jiang Nan didn't know how Zhou Zhengan communicated with Anan, but it seemed that the communication between the father and son was effective, and the love letter never appeared in the trash can again.

Jiang Nan is not worried at all about whether his son will fall in love, because this son has more with his father.

At the same time, Anan spent the most boring and quiet year of his life, because Jiang Xian was in the sixth grade that year, and their intersection was the least in this life.

In the years to come, the entanglement is deep.

Since Anan was in his second year of junior high school, Jiang Xian has been in the same school as him.

At that time, Aunt Jinyue was very busy, running all over the country all year round, and Uncle Ning Yuan was often busy.

Anan accepted the task assigned by his mother, that is, he was to be responsible for Ah Xian's safety at school, and Ah Xian pestered him a lot for this.

Zhiqiao was already in the third year of junior high school at this time, and his mother enrolled him in a number of cram schools, and he was going to go as soon as he got out of class, and he even staggered the rest time with the two of them.

The trio vaguely has the meaning of becoming a duo group.

As soon as the bell rang, Ah Xian picked up his small schoolbag and ran to the classroom on the third floor.

She was as beautiful and delicate as a rag doll, which attracted the attention of many people, but she only stared at Anan's classroom.

As soon as Anan came out of the classroom, she was the first to run forward, poking her head out with bright eyes and calling him: "Anan! ”

Anan had a cold expression and walked towards the staircase, Ah Xian followed him, talking to him all the time, sharing his fun things at school, even if she didn't get a response from Anan, she had to say it.

After that, there is another sentence: "What about you?" ”

Anan thought about it in his heart and found that his day was quite boring, not as interesting as her, so he said woodenly: "No." ”

Ah Xian's face was disappointed, thinking that he was unwilling to share with herself, her head immediately drooped, like a little rabbit with ears shrugged, but in a few minutes, she plucked herself up again and continued to talk to Anan vividly.

Anan's ears were full of her chattering voice.

At that time, he always thought, why is there so much talk about such a beautiful little girl?

This kind of life and thinking continued until high school, they were still in the same school, and the only difference may be that Anan chose science, while Anan chose liberal arts.

The school they are in is the one where Jiang Nan and Zhou Zhengan are studying.

It even happened that even the name of the class was exactly the same.

At this time, Ah Xian also had a lot of different members of the opposite sex around her, but she still only ran after Anan.

Zhiqiao is worried about his senior year of high school, and as a senior in high school, he even has to go to Anan in his second year of high school to ask questions.

Ren Xianzhi gets angry every time he mentions his cynical son, except for being handsome, he doesn't inherit his good at all.

In fact, Zhiqiao's grades are already good, and he can be admitted to the top fifteen in the grade, but he is in the Zhou family, which is full of scholars, and Anan, who is half a year younger than him, often occupies the first place in the grade.

The bubble tea shop outside the school has become a good place for the three children to study, and the school does not have to study at night every Friday, and they will stay there for a while.

The location near the window became a permanent residence for the three of them.

On this day, Ah Xian was going to participate in the cleaning, and he was a little late.

When she came, Zhiqiao happened to encounter a problem that she didn't know, and she was holding up her book to show Anan and asking Anan to tell her about it.

Anan lowered his head and asked him a question.

There was some fragrance wafting in from the tip of his nose, and someone stood beside him.

Anan didn't have to look up to know who it was, at school, only Ah Xian would be so blatant with perfume and makeup.

said it was makeup, but in fact, Ah Xian just put on lipstick for himself.

Ah Xian's voice came in the next moment: "Brother Zhiqiao, can you sit inside?" I have a classmate who wants to sit with us. ”

Anan looked up and saw the person standing beside Ah Xian, a handsome-looking boy.

When the boy saw him, he smiled and said, "Hello, senior." ”

This was said to Zhiqiao and Anan together.

Anan didn't speak, lowered his head and went about his business.

Zhiqiao responded with a smile and said "Okay", and then moved in, Ah Xian asked her classmate to sit next to Zhiqiao, and then sat next to Anan.

Anan didn't react.

But apparently Ah Xian was used to it, she quickly took out her books from her schoolbag, lowered her head and started to do her homework like Anan.

The bubble tea shop is the quietest among them, and the rest of the place is noisy, and it is full of students.

After a while, Anan solved the question that Zhiqiao asked, and he pushed the book over and showed Zhiqiao the steps to solve the problem.

His afterglow casually glanced at Ah Xian, and found that her brows were tightly pursed, and she should have encountered a problem that she couldn't do.

Anan was about to speak, but the person on the other side spoke up one step ahead of him: "Jiang Xian, have you encountered a problem that you can't do?" Show me, maybe I can teach you. ”

Ah Xian raised her head, first glanced at Anan, Anan had already lowered her head to read the book, she pursed her lips, and had to hand the book to the boy, saying, "Thank you." ”

Anan had no expression on his face, but he sneered in his heart, he had told her so many questions before, why didn't he say thank you?

The dead girl with her elbow turned out.

The boy watched for a full ten minutes before he began to write the answer steps on the paper, and he wrote slowly, and it took a while before he returned the book to Jiang Xian, along with his problem-solving process.

"There may be something wrong, you bear with me." The boy scratched his head in embarrassment.

Anan casually glanced at Ah Xian's book, this person writes mathematics like writing language, and he talks at length.

He guessed that this girl must not understand.

Sure enough, Ah Xian stared at the piece of paper for a few minutes, and his brows furrowed slightly, full of puzzlement.

Anan's patience was not good, he directly took out the book from Jiang Xian's hand and put it in front of him, lowered his head and began to write.

Ah Xian was confused.

This made the Qiao who was about to ask a question also look confused, so he had to withdraw his hand leisurely.

Anan didn't write many Chinese characters, and those who could be replaced by symbols were replaced by symbols, and he wrote it in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, and when he returned it to Ah Xian, it was half less than what the boy wrote.

Anan didn't say anything.

Ah Xian quickly understood the question, and her attention shifted from the question to the words written by Anan, his words were not at all like those that high school students could write, they were a little sloppy, but the words were neat and unconnected, and they looked elegant and delicate.

It seems that this is another piece of paper that will be taken in by her.

Time passed quickly, and it was soon dark outside.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Zhiqiao just wanted to say go home, but the boy next to him stood up first.

The boy was obviously a little twisted, but he pretended to be generous and said: "Do you want to drink milk tea, I'll treat you." ”

Although he said it to everyone, he kept staring at Ah Xian.