Perfect Match

"what?"

He An blinked, saying he didn't understand.

Zheng Feiyu said anxiously: "I know my dad, he teaches students too well, and he will be taken away if he has an idea in his heart. I'm really afraid that you have lived with him for a long time. Do n’t refuse, and do n’t agree, I am light and light, making me alive ... ”

"Is Uncle Yan so powerful?"

Zheng Feiyu smiled bitterly: "It's more than terrible, he is almost reaching the guru's realm. Do you know how many years my father has chased him since he came to his senses? Fifteen years have not achieved any results."

"Fifteen years? That's really hard work."

He An sighed, and then raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Fei, you have to work harder, without telling you, I've been taken away halfway by Uncle Yan."

"He An!"

Zheng Feiyu was anxious and wanted to persuade him. He An bent his knees and lowered his head, and slipped away from the narrow gap between him and the wall.

That night, Zheng Hongming left after dinner, and Zheng Feiyu stayed at more than nine o'clock.

He played with Suzuran for a while as a parent-child game. The content was to scoop colored beans from wooden bowl number one to wooden bowl number two, and then from wooden bowl number two to wooden bowl number one. Pack your broom and small dustpan. He also accompanied He An to talk to the town of Luojing for a half-hour video call. The business of Qingguo Inn was booming. Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu were still in the dark and refused to get along.

Zheng Feiyu brought the gift in the corner of the sofa all the time. He An thought it was a small thing such as a scarf jewelry, so he didn't open it. When Zheng Feiyu resigned, he took it curiously.

The gift bag was very light and contained only a thin piece of paper inside, which was tied into a long tube with a golden ribbon.

He An drew the ribbon and opened the scroll.

When he saw the text printed on it, he froze—these were four Chinese characters that he couldn't get to know and wrote a century ago: Yuanjiang University.

"Notice of Yuanjiang University Autumn Resumption".

He An held it, his wrist twitched slightly. Suddenly he stood up, holding the notice, and had no time to change his shoes. He ran out of the door wearing a pair of plush slippers.

The cold wind swept the street, and two rows of yellow street lights illuminated an unmanned road. He stood on the red brick road and looked around, panting quickly.

Zheng Fei's car had already left.

He An regretted it. He should open the gift early and say thank you in the face of Zheng Feiyu.

But when he turned his head in disappointment and wanted to go back, he saw a tall figure leaning against the wall. The other side stood in the soft light of the door lamp, and looked at him as well.

He pursed his lips, walked slowly, and stretched his hands around Zheng Fei's waist.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Zheng Fei smiled: "I owe you, what's your thanks?"

He An shook his head and stopped talking for a long time. He leaned against Zheng Feiyu's chest and gradually wet his eyes in the shadow of the night.

He knew in his mind that he was dropping out of school, not a suspension of school, and the possibility of returning to school was very small. These days, students from a large family often visit the house, younger than him. He is envious and inevitably inferior, but even if Yan Ning loves him so much, he dare not trouble Yan Ning with his student status.

But after all, he doesn't want to die.

For so many years, he has been looking forward to the resumption notice, which is as thin and light as gold.

"You live here, close to the school, and you have Zhou Ye to help take care of Lily of the Valley, so you can read the degree with peace of mind. If you want to go on to study a master's degree in the future, I will also support you wholeheartedly." Zheng Feiyu stroked He An Wen Wen said.

"Um." He An nodded gently.

"Also, it ’s been a month since the start of the school. You are enrolled halfway through. Many courses have to catch up. It ’s easy to get tired of more courses. We are not in a hurry to graduate next summer. ?"

He An closed his eyes, wrapped around Zheng Feiyu's neck, and pecked him lightly.

"it is good."

He once lost his life and dream, and finally quietly picked up a piece on this cold night.

Chapter 75

Mid-November each year is the midterm exam week of Yuanjiang University.