After the stand-in resigned

The first thing you do when you enter the night market is to buy a hat.

Ling Ran usually buys things, ranging from socks and key chains to cars and houses, all of which are cleared.

It was the first time in my life that people squeezed together like this, sniffing the fireworks and picking hats in the crowd.

She felt a little awkward.

This seemed even more awkward than appearing on the bikini beach in a formal suit. Ling Ran put her hands in her pockets uncomfortably, with a straight face, and subconsciously chose to ignore all of this.

An Fan picked out a beige knitted hat with light pink flower embellishments on the side. She put it on her head, and excitedly raised her head to let Ling Ran's staff, but unexpectedly, she met Ling Ran's impatient appearance. Stunned for a moment, he stroked the rough brim of the knitted hat with his fingertips, and said, "I've chosen it, and this is it."

"Yeah." Ling Ran nodded.

He didn't bring an assistant with him when he went out, and Ling Rankong wanted to pay the bill but didn't take the action to pay the bill. An Fan was deeply silent about this, and hurriedly took money out of his pocket to pay the bill.

Ling Ran was a little dazed for a moment.

Obviously, it was agreed that she would send...

An Fan wore a beige hat and walked beside Ling Ran, consciously protecting the distance between her and the crowd, and said, "This is the first time you gave me something, I like it very much."

Ling Ran was a little surprised when she heard it at first, she is not a money stingy person.

But after thinking about it carefully, An Fan never asked for anything, and she naturally never thought of giving it, so the first gift she gave was a 50 yuan hat from the night market.

Ling Ran said: "In two days, I will ask my assistant to transfer the house on Songjiang Road to your name. By the way, I will also give you the Bentley. The car will only be taken over by you."

An Fan's high emotions subsided all of a sudden: "I don't want this..." She didn't want to be in a relationship with Ling Ran purely for money, even if it's a double, it doesn't sound very good, but at least she can hypnotize herself as a relationship.

Ling Ran couldn't think of so much, so he just said, "Take it as a gift."

An Fan was silent: "Okay."

The trip to the night market was really beyond Anfan's expectations. I thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for Ling Ran to go shopping with her at the night market. What's more, what I didn't expect was that Ling Ran was picky and didn't eat the plane meal, so An Fan took her to eat sticky candy, bursting food, etc. Fish balls with paste and spicy chicken wings.

An Fan admits that she has bad tastes.

Ling Ran doesn't have a trace of smoke and fire, and he always eats just to fill his stomach, and he doesn't have the slightest awe of food, so she really wants to see Ling Ran lose his composure, even if it's just so spicy that he sticks out his tongue, but Ling Ran eats these She was always elegant and calm, without any embarrassment, which disappointed her quite a bit.

The only thing to be happy about is that Ling Ran is very obedient tonight.

Like a good baby, she will eat whatever she is fed, and never express any objection.Of course, she will not express her opinion on food.

After feeding a portion of stinky tofu that was tender and juicy on the outside, Ling Ran waved his hand: "That's it."

An Fan hurriedly swallowed the stinky tofu that was still hot in his mouth, and asked her, "Then shall we leave after coughing?"

An Fan would be choked occasionally, and she felt that she really should get rid of this habit of answering in a timely manner.

Ling Ran looked around, her eyes were filled with noisy voices without any gaps, she said, "Find a quiet place to sit."

There is no quiet place in the night market.

But Ling Ran was willing to sit down for a while, and An Fan was willing to accompany her to find them. They walked all the way to the end of the night market. There was an old park for the elderly to rest and entertain. There were a few dim street lights in the park, and a small square next to it. There is a group of aunts dancing square dances to the music, and the rhythm sounds with their hearts bouncing.

Actually it wasn't quiet, but compared to the night market, it was much quieter. Ling Ran was probably satisfied, and walked towards the long-faded bench.

An Fan sat next to him, still holding the unfinished portion of stinky tofu in his hand, silently exuding a stinky fragrance.

At first, An Fan thought that Ling Ran didn't want to end the trip to the night market, but now she felt that Ling Ran had something to say.

Sure enough, the next second, Ling Ran said, "October [-]th, are you free?"

An Fan understood everything when he heard the date.

But maybe escape or something, she was thinking about an unimportant thing.

She found that Ling Ran always asked her if she was free, and the amazing thing was that she said she was free every time, even if she wasn't free, she forced her to be free, and squeezed out all the time to cooperate with her.

Does it mean that at Ling Ran's place, asking this sentence means that she will agree to her?

An Fan gradually lost the smell of stinky tofu. Although it was still hot, her mind was buzzing, and she slowly asked, "Do you want to go?"

"Yes." Ling Ran said with certainty.

An Fan closed his eyes, feeling as if he had never felt so uncomfortable: "But they don't even recognize me now, how can I bring you there?"

October [-], her sister's birthday.

Perhaps the birthday is not appropriate, and the birthday of the deceased should be a taboo.

Generally speaking, the date of worshiping the deceased is chosen on the day of death, which is also a death taboo, but her parents probably don't want to accept the fact that her sister died, so they persistently changed the worship day to a birthday taboo.

Every day, the two of them would go to the cemetery with flowers and cakes in their hands, and celebrate An Qingyi's birthday as usual, as if it was as simple as changing the place.

On the first anniversary of An Qingyi's death, An Fan and Ling Ran were both present.

That year, one of them was a younger sister and the other was an admirer. Although they had sex with each other not long ago, no one knew about it.

An Fan always remembered the feeling of standing in front of the tomb at that time, a little guilty, a little proud, and a little confused.

I went in the second and third year.

Can't go again this year.

The matter between her and Ling Ran was found out by her parents, and her father was so angry that he wanted to sever the father-daughter relationship with her, and yelled at her that if it continued like this, don't enter An's house again!

In An Fan's impression, her father had always played a gentle and refined role, and she had never seen him get so angry.

But Anfan chose not to enter An's house.

She is now a senior, and she has recently been looking for various internal and external recruitment channels to increase her confidence not to enter the Anjiamen, but Ling Ran easily vetoed everything about her with a single word.

Ling Ran said, "You can do it."

There is indeed a way, and there is more than one.

The beginning of the method was nothing more than her giving up the futile insistence and telling her parents that she and Ling Ran were over, and a return to the right track would bring the result Ling Ran wanted, and she attended An Qingyi's birthday.But is that what Anfan wants?

Sometimes when I think about it, An Fan doesn't even know what he is insisting on.

It's kind of funny.

Two laughs came out of her nose, inexplicably, Ling Ran glanced at her, but didn't ask.

An Fan said, "I can't help it."

It was the first time in my memory that I rejected her directly, but it seemed that it was not as difficult as An Fan thought.

Probably because my heart hurts too much, An Fan can't think of why Ling Ran can make such a request, isn't she human?Isn't her heart made of meat?Does she not need self-respect?

"Anfan." Ling Ran called her.

An Fan was afraid of being affected, so he stood up straight, and the stinky tofu that had been left aside was overturned to the ground, and the special smell came out again, and the stench seemed to linger on An Fan's whole body.

"I can't help it." An Fan reiterated, with his back turned to her, inexplicably stubborn.

But she seems to be stubborn in everything she does, otherwise she wouldn't have bumped into the south wall for so many years and didn't look back.

The smell of stinky tofu also spread to Lingran's nasal cavity, she rubbed it, and raised her head slowly: "Today you deliberately let me eat so many tortured things, I thought you had relieved your anger."

Torture people?

An Fan thought amusedly, so she thought so.But this is exactly what she likes to eat.

That's right, how can an elegant and calm person find these tormenting things delicious? Fortunately, she thought that she could pull Ling Ran off the altar and into her camp.

No wonder he took the initiative to find her, no wonder he cooperated with her to go shopping at the night market, no wonder he fed and ate everything like a good baby, so it was to calm her down so that she could take her to An Qingyi's birthday.

There is a saying that she thought she would never say since An Fan became a stand-in, but she said it now.

"Actually, my sister and I have nothing alike except for our faces."

After An Fan finished speaking, he was gasping for breath, as if he couldn't breathe, his heart palpitations from fear, and it seemed that there was a strange kind of relief brewing, something was breaking free from the cage.

In the past, she was afraid that Ling Ran would see through her as a substitute who had nothing in common with An Qingyi, but now she doesn't seem to be so afraid.

She is herself, not anyone else.

"Anfan..." Ling Ran called out again, but the tone of the sentence obviously had something to say. She asked, "What do you mean?"

What's the meaning.

An Fan was also asking himself.

Did she say that because she didn't want to be a stand-in anymore?

But not being a stand-in means leaving Ling Ran, and it will be impossible to hug her, touch her, and kiss her again... In this way, can she really do it?

An Fan hesitated for a moment.

Thinking that Ling Ran was still waiting for her answer, An Fan became anxious, restless, and upset.

She couldn't face the topic directly, so she had to change the subject clumsily: "Let me think of a way."

An Fan then squatted down to clean up the mess left by the stinky tofu, and heard Ling Ran's voice floating above her head, saying, "Waiting for your good news."