Master tutoring class

In the past few days, An An and little Wen Jing's spirits have become worse, and An Heyi and Wen Xiuyuan are also more careful with them, for fear that bumping into each other will make their condition worse.

An An became attached to An Heyi like never before, and even the always arrogant little Wen Jing chased after Wen Xiuyuan.

Although An Heyi and Wen Xiuyuan didn't show it, they both felt a little bit reluctant in their hearts.

"I feel like I'm leaving today," An An said weakly, lying on An Heyi's shoulder.

An Heyi, who was turning the pages of the book, paused for a while, but didn't react for a while.

"I want to meet my younger brother and sister," said the little figure on his shoulders trying to open his eyes, his voice weak.

The book in his hand was gently closed, as if worried about disturbing the light sleeper, An Heyi only responded lightly, and then fell silent.

The wind passed through the house, the paper on the table was flying, An An's eyelashes trembled, and she seemed to see the autumn that she had stepped on in her childhood.

There was a noise outside the door.

An Heyi raised his hand and waved away, and saw two people, one big and one small, outside the door.

Wen Xiuyuan stood at the door and lightly poked little Wen Jing's forehead with his fingers, "What do you mean you want to see your wife, she is my wife."

Immediately afterwards, he was spat on by little Wen Jing.

Wen Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows, but he was not angry at all, only pretending to be annoyed.

Little Wen Jing turned his head to the side, bit the cloth on Wen Xiuyuan's shoulder, put his hands on him, and closed his eyes peacefully.

An Heyi and Wen Xiuyuan looked at each other and sighed silently.

The wind howled past the ears, and the crowd below became invisible dots.

Taking An An and little Wen Jing on the mount, An Heyi carefully guarded An An who was sleeping lightly on his shoulder.

Before falling asleep, An'an raised her head and whispered in his ear, she wanted to call him when she arrived.

The white waves rolled over Baili Village, and the sun was just right, shining obliquely on the land.

"We're here, An An." An Heyi patted An An's back lightly.

Blinking her eyes weakly, An An stretched out her small hand and rubbed it gently, and opened her eyes to look at the school standing below.

A simple wooden house was built above with a straw roof, and scattered students sat in the house.

The sound of reading read loudly came from below, and occasionally there were one or two noisy debates.

A scene full of life.

The cemetery of a hundred years ago has long disappeared, and later generations converted this place into a school, trying to use the vigor of young people to calm the dead souls of this land and lead the people on this land to forge ahead.

An Heyi watched all this silently.

After a long time, there was a slight laugh next to my ear.

An Heyi's jade-like eyes were shining with bits and pieces of light under the sun, which melted into his body, leaving only softness.Now all of them are cast on An An, falling on the corners of his slightly raised mouth.

"Very good, brother, he will be happy."

An Heyi narrowed his eyes slightly, showing no sadness or joy.In the past, he never felt that An An was like him, only at this moment did he see his shadow.

After a while, An An suddenly put his hands on An Heyi's shoulders and wanted to get up. Seeing this, An Heyi quickly raised his hands to protect him.

The little hand finally reached out to Wen Xiuyuan.

An Heyi sighed softly, sure enough.

Although An An was finally willing to approach An Heyi under Wen Xiuyuan's help, but An Heyi also understood that in his heart, no one could compare to Wen Xiuyuan.

A long, long time ago, he thought so, just like An An at this time.

After all, it is a person, the most important thing is that it will not change.

Wen Xiuyuan carefully protected An An, and An Heyi saw An An lying beside Wen Xiuyuan's ear and said something.

After finishing speaking, Wen Xiuyuan raised his eyes to look at him, An Heyi looked back suspiciously, and turned his gaze away from him.

Little Wen Jing stretched out his hand and pushed Wen Xiuyuan's face away in disgust, turned his back to him, and opened his hands to An Heyi.

Wen Xiuyuan rolled his eyes.

Before leaving, little Wen Jing didn't seem to have any good looks towards him.

Under the sunlight, those little hands became more transparent, as if they would be blown away by the wind in the next moment.

An Heyi was so frightened that he reached out his hand hastily, and took Wen Jing carefully, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would disappear.

Little Wen Jing tried his best to stand up straight, but when he walked over, he staggered a little, his back was straight, and he tried to show a relaxed look.

In the end, he was as proud as Wen Xiuyuan.

Holding An Heyi's fingers with his small hands, little Wen Jing has a serious expression, and his black eyes are rolling, hiding his deep sorrow.

Those eyes were fixed on An Heyi, as if worried.

It wasn't until An Heyi put him on his shoulders that he heard the other party's weak voice, and then fell silent after speaking.

A piece of broken light scattered on the shoulders, as if the sunshine was torn apart by someone, leaving a piece of it casually, leaving a trace of lonely tenderness.

"This deity... misses you very much."

Intense feelings floated in the empty world.

An Heyi grabbed his sleeves with his hands, and his memory seemed to go back to the long-forgotten past, where a young man came here stepping on the rain and fallen leaves in late autumn.

As soon as his shoulders warmed up, An Heyi turned his head and saw Wen Xiuyuan's hands, which firmly clasped his shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a burst of warmth on the forehead, and the owner of the hand pressed a kiss lightly.

"They're just coming back among us."

An Heyi closed his eyes, and the past events came to mind more clearly.

People in late autumn, pattering rain, and the long-lasting fragrance of Xichun tea.

"Master, An An said, let me guess why he only followed me, and said that if I can't guess, I will ask you. Then I want my master, why?"

The wind brought up half a zhang of blue hair, lingering and entangled, An Heyi looked at the person in front of him quietly, and his breathing also became quiet.

Wen Xiuyuan's eyes were slowly stained with a smile, his thin lips parted slightly, "Master, why?"

"I am pleased with you."

The monk sighed, full of shame.

"Fortunately you are here."

Wen Xiuyuan himself can't explain his obsession, which is hidden in little Wen Jing's undisguised behavior.

Those people and things that he buried in his heart early because he couldn't get them, and thought they had been forgotten, were all pulled out by little Wen Jing.

Wen Xiuyuan was overjoyed.

Fortunately, An Heyi came.

Going around and going around, we will stay together in the end.

The author says:

The finale is over, my dears, thanks to the little angels who accompanied me along the way.Recently, I am preparing for a new pit "Future Plan", because I haven't saved any manuscripts yet in the hospital hhh, Master has to wait for me to repair slowly, and update "Plant Killer" and "Mitosis" before 11.1. I want to see which one to remind, but no one reminds me I'll be free hhhhh, after 11.1, I will mainly update "Future Plan", I love you mua