Chunxiao ABO

"Then come back quickly, don't run around, don't talk to strangers, don't... okay, okay, I won't say anything." Tang Ke'an stared at the screen that returned to the dialing number interface after being hung up, and sighed repeatedly with exhaustion Can't do it.

Tan Jin handed him the bag, and asked worriedly, "Is there something going on at home?"

Tang Ke'an thanked him, took his bag and luggage, and sat on the stool in the waiting hall, his voice could not hide his low voice: "My parents and they agreed to wait for me to pick them up, but they suddenly changed their minds and said Go home in the afternoon and let me go directly to Zhuxi and meet up at night. I always feel that they deliberately don't want me to pick them up for medical treatment."

Seeing the frowning faces of the people around him, Tan Jin lowered his head and comforted him, "Maybe I'm afraid you're too tired, so don't think too much."

"Oh, they're always like this, and they won't tell me anything." Tang Ke'an looked at his watch dejectedly, realizing that it had been delayed for so long, and hurriedly said, "Thank you so much these days, you can go back to work."

"No hurry." Tan Jin glanced at him, his eyelashes drooping, and his eyes shifted to his hand, as if to prove that he really didn't care, he took out a piece of paper from his portable folder and handed it to Tang Ke'an, "Drawn by the heart."

"Wow."

Tang Ke'an took the blank paper, without even thinking about why there was a piece of drawing paper sandwiched in a pile of important documents, his attention was all attracted by the colorful patterns.

The painting of the heart is so beautiful.

Tan Jin quietly saw Tang Ke Anshu's smile spread out from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth were raised accordingly.

The train arrived at the station after a 10-minute delay, and Tan Jin just stayed with him to pass the time, and even turned on his phone to show Tang Ke'an the homework pictures saved in the album.

Tang Ke'an always liked children, and the approachable Tan always wanted to show him such personal things. Although he liked it, he was still a little cautious, and it became more natural as time went by. Holding Tan Jin's mobile phone, he watched it with relish. The various fruits of the heart.

"Young heart puts so much effort into everything you do, and your academic performance is also excellent. It seems that you don't take too much effort." Near the end, Tang Ke'an praised from the bottom of his heart.

Tan Jin put away his phone and shook his head: "I didn't do anything, it's because his mother taught him well before."

They walked side by side to the boarding place, Tan Jin carried the suitcase up for him, Tang Ke'an stood on the steps, and said to him, "Thank you, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

He Tanjin waved his hand, got on the train and found a seat, Tang Kean lowered his head, pretending to concentrate on studying the peanut shells left on the small table in front of him.

A gaze passed through the glass with a strong sense of presence, and landed on his face lightly, as if reluctant to part.

Being watched like this, Tang Ke'an felt a little uncomfortable, leaning against the window with his hands on his head, blocking Tan Jin's sight.

It's really not that he is narcissistic...

Mr. Tan's concern for him was always something that people couldn't ignore and dare not accept.

When he got home, he ignored his tiredness and thanked his neighbors for taking care of the sheep. He picked up the broom and dustpan and cleaned the house. After 12:30, he did not finish his work. He was so tired that he collapsed on the bed and reached for his canvas bag. Open it, and take out the gift that Yunxin gave him with special care.

It is a small picture book made by the children themselves, and a small bag of candy.

At the beginning of the picture book, I carefully wrote two lines:

"Brother, thank you for saving me, I want to give you my art class homework.

The story was told by my father when I was young, I hope you will like it. "

Tang Xin looks like she is only in the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school, and her handwriting is so neat and beautiful.

It's really attractive.

Smudged with soft watercolor, it depicts the story of two boys at school.

There are blackboard textbooks, white pigeon trees and two adjacent desks.

Carefully touching the golden sunlight with his fingertips, Tang Kean held up the picture book and stared at the two figures walking together on the campus.

Why is it so familiar? He obviously never went to school.

But it seems that in a dream, I have indeed encountered a similar scene, a boy of the same age, strolling on the path behind the teaching building, watching the sunset and fallen leaves.

At first it was just looking at the back of the man's head, far away, like stars that would never get close.But still watching very intently, hoping to wait for his return.

Later, his wish came true, and his sight became the side face of that person in class, and the beautiful eyes that he could look at with him after class.

It's a pity that something bad happened in the end. He woke up from the dream, but he couldn't remember what made him so panicked and sad.

The tingling in my heart is so deep, the details that should not be forgotten, but at this moment I can't see anything clearly, only the outline.

vaguely remember.

The man will bring him a big bag of chocolates.

That person often invites him to play at home and lectures him on science subjects that he is not good at.

The man held his hand, looked at him, and said softly...

At the critical point, the scene collapsed directly, leaving nothing behind, telling him that it was really just a vain dream.

Tang Ke'an suspected that his ability to imagine was too high.

Is it true that, as my mother said, it is because I haven't been in a relationship for a long time?

Since arriving in Qingchuan, he can't help but put himself in the information sent from the outside world.

He put away the picture book and took out a piece of chocolate to relieve his distress.

For lunch, a simple bowl of eggs and noodles is served. Usually, there are lively people chatting at the dinner table, but now he is alone, and he is extremely lonely.

Tang Ke'an turned on the video software to relieve boredom, just in time to see Chi Yan, who had followed yesterday, was broadcasting live.

A few seconds after loading, a pair of white hands with several wounds appeared in the camera. Tang Kean also learned from the comments last night that Chi Yan used to work in a factory, and his hands were scratched by machines.

Chi Yan loves handwriting, the handwriting is clear and meaningful, and the writing is very smooth, with few pauses.

Tang Ke'an looked at the few paragraphs on the screen, and continued the plot that Chi Yan had told him before.

Mr. O, who has forgotten his past memories, started a new life with a new look and identity.

But Mr. A still misses him. When he saw a person similar to Mr. O, he was suspicious for a long time, fearing that he would be unfaithful to him if he got close to him.

But if you shrink back and don't confirm it, you may miss the opportunity for nothing.

The same person from before, appeared in front of my eyes, within reach, but separated by mountains.

They have all become the most ordinary people, lacking the most recognizable glands, and cutting off the exclusive connection.

No matter how much I think about it day and night, I still dare not recognize each other.

"Stepfather? Oh, if you don't write it like this, it can still be called a literary work." Chi Yan half-jokingly replied to a fan's complaint.

Tang Ke'an, who has always looked down on life and death, agrees with everyone's point of view that Chi Yan is the stepfather.

Tang Ke'an turned off the live broadcast and didn't want to watch it anymore.

He didn't like this story very much. He didn't like to listen to the stories told by adults that ended in tragedy when he was a child.

Moreover, it wasn't that he was looking for a prototype on purpose. This story overlapped so much with Tan's overall experience, it was almost like a tailor-made dress.

It is close to the body but not warm, and the wound is so cold that it will not heal for years. If it is not touched, it is like facing an abyss.

Just after putting the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, there were two knocks on the door outside, probably because his parents had arrived, and he didn't even have time to wipe the water, so he ran to open the door with a smile, but it was not the face he was expecting.

"Chi Yan?" Tang Kean paused in surprise.

How did he come here?Wasn't it live just now?

Chi Yan was very tall, and without waiting for the master's permission, he walked in with ease, with a familiar air, scanned the room, dusted off the dust, and said leisurely: "I'm back so soon."

"...How do you know my home is here?" Tang Ke'an stared at him warily.

"How could I not know? My dear brother."

Tang Kean frowned.

He hated Chi Yan calling himself that.

"What could you be mistaken about? I don't have a brother."

Chi Yan folded up his cuffs, revealing a few eye-catching and ferocious scars, but he didn't care. He turned his head back a little and raised his nose a little: "I didn't make a mistake. If you don't believe me, just ask them."

Tang Ke'an looked in the direction indicated by Chi Yan.

Stop breathing.

21 Winter Night Rift