After the stand-in resigned

"Yun'er, I saw a beautiful woman just now! I'm in love!"

During the National Day holiday, traffic is crowded.

Even though Anfan didn't go home until the second day of the National Day, there were still a lot of vehicles on the road. Maybe it was the dullness caused by the traffic jam, or maybe it was the panic about arriving home. Anfan was in a low mood until a silhouette flashed in front of him, Her eyes lit up.

Looking from inside the car, it was a pretty woman with a shirt, skirt and high heels, her curly hair tied low behind her, and an assistant in a suit and leather shoes followed her step by step. The assistant was reporting something. Walking past the dilapidated commercial street next to him, it lit up the dilapidated streetscape inch by inch.

In such a gloomy place like the waterfront of the times, she is like a bright pearl, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

An Fan was watching secretly, and many passers-by were also watching secretly.

When they got there, An Fan got out of the car. She clutched the strap of her schoolbag on her shoulder, feeling inexplicably nervous. According to the calculation of the journey, she was about to rub shoulders with that bright pearl face to face.

One step, two steps, the distance was getting closer and closer, An Fan secretly glanced at people from the corner of his eye.

The beauty didn't look at the road when she was walking, she just kept stepping forward, but the more she did this, the more her cold demeanor became dusty, An Fan couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman looked at her, An Fan panicked, and dignifiedly took out her mobile phone from the side pocket of her schoolbag. She pretended to be busy, and sent the above nympho remarks to Lu Yun.

An Fan tried to get past the moment when they rubbed shoulders, but the next second the beauty walked straight towards her, the high heels stopped in front of her eyes, the insteps were extremely fair, and she asked, "Excuse me, who is An Qingyi?"

An Fan raised his eyes to look at the person.

The beauty's facial features are exquisite, the shades are suitable, and there is nothing wrong with her face. The most attractive and attractive eyes are her eyes. Her eyes are bright and big. There is no epicanthus in the inner corners of the eyes, and the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned. The person looks clean and charming, with the faint mole of tears in the corner of the eye, when looking at people calmly, the penetrating power of the eyes can easily hit the person's heart.

This was supposed to be a Yangou feast, but An Fan pursed his lips at this moment, asking for her.

"I'm not a bad person..." The beauty smiled slightly: "It's just that you look very similar to her, I'm a little curious."

An Fan said, "She's my sister."

"Twins?" the beauty asked curiously.

"Yes."

The beauty smiled, and looked at An Fan carefully from top to bottom. This look would not be offensive, but An Fan always felt uneasy. She was afraid that she would blush and make a joke in the next second, so she asked directly: " What's up?"

"Yes." The beauty said, and she paused for a while before saying, "Have you been to the city center two days ago? On September 9th, I saw a girl who looked like you there."

An Fan's memory was immediately forwarded to September 9th when she skipped class to go to the city center to watch a movie.

She was not a rebellious student, and she skipped classes a handful of times. Because she was rare, she remembered it well.

The past of that day clearly appeared in front of his eyes, An Fan could even recall the color of the silk scarf on the uniform collar of the young lady at the front desk of the movie theater, but he couldn't remember seeing this unforgettable beauty in front of him.

The beauty was still waiting for her answer, An Fan said, "No, I haven't been there."

Skipping class is not a glorious thing, she doesn't want people to know, especially the person in front of her has an unknown relationship with her sister.

The beauty nodded, belatedly: "Ah yes, your sister also said that you are in school."

An Fan raised his eyes to look at the person again, and the beauty happily stretched out his hand to her: "Hi, I'm Ling Ran."

An Fan, a student, has never experienced such a formal way of self-introduction. She usually only greets her classmates by waving. She stretched out her hand slowly, held it, and replied slowly, "An Fan."

On the day when the National Day holiday ended, An Fan saw Ling Ran again at Shidai Shui'an's home.

She was in her room rushing homework during the National Day holiday, when she suddenly heard voices coming from the living room, the voice was not loud, but An Fan could hear An Qingyi's laughter, as if she was smiling shyly, the laughter was shy and Sounds good, An Fan doesn't want to go out for some reason.

She started to finish the math paper in her hand, and touched the cup on her left to drink water, but it was empty.

Suppressing his thirst and doing two more questions, An Fan took the empty cup and opened the door of the room.

Ling Ran who was on the sofa looked at her at this moment, and An Qingyi who was sitting on Ling Ran's right hand also looked at her.

Only then did An Fan realize that An Qingyi's dress was very different from usual.She had her ponytail tied up, wearing a long cotton dress, and she had some lipstick on her lips. She looked good. If she hadn't been sitting in a wheelchair, An Fan would have thought that she was in front of her.

An Fan went to pour water, and heard An Qingyi say: "I told you, that's my sister, she's in her third year of high school."

"You guys look alike."

An Fan listened to the movement in the living room while pouring water. She also wanted to hear how An Qingyi introduced her. An Qingyi said, "If I hadn't been sick, I would be in my third year of high school."

An Fan paused. Even though she had a bad relationship with her sister, she sincerely didn't want her to get sick. Every time she heard such words, she couldn't hide her sourness and felt guilty that she shouldn't go to school normally.

Even though An Fan repeatedly dismissed this obviously wrong idea, she would still be easily influenced by a few words, and easily fell into a kind of loneliness.

Mother Xia Ping came out of the room at this time. She walked hurriedly, holding a stack of papers in her hand, and said in a stack of voices: "I found it, I found it! These were made by An An before, and many of them were asked by my friends. I was not willing to sell it, and have kept it until now."

That stack of papers was all composed by An Qingyi. An Fan couldn't tell if it was good or not, and her opinion didn't matter. The important thing was that Xia Ping would show off the existence of this during holidays and when guests came to the house. , An Fan used to envy this existence, and she also wanted her paintings to be taken out by her mother to be admired by the crowd, but her paintings were judged as unworthy, and An Fan could only resolve it by herself. Her thinking was naive, and this was nothing What is worthy of envy, let it go.

The stack of papers was handed to Ling Ran, An Fan was drinking water, Ling Ran was watching, and after drinking a glass of water, Ling Ran's voice also fell to the ground: "I didn't expect you to be able to compose music, and you can do it so well. I was surprised."

An Qingyi said modestly: "I have to listen to the music, I'll play it for you another day."

Xia Ping is impatient: "Let's do it now. Don't you pay attention to everything while it's hot. An Anqin is very good. My friends listened to it, and none of them said it was bad. They all said this." Xia Ping raised her head. thumb.

An Fan went back to the room to continue doing his homework, and the sound of the piano playing could be heard clearly in his ears. In fact, the sound insulation effect of the house was good, but maybe it was too lively outside, and her place was too deserted, and every note did not miss her. ears.

An Fan couldn't do it anymore. She stared at a simple trigonometric function for a long time without thinking. After listening to another piece of music, An Fan closed his pen and planned to go back to school.

The schoolbag he came back contained a few books and papers, so he didn't need to bring anything extra when he went back. Anfan zipped up the schoolbag, and he didn't have to look around, just put it on his back and went out.

Coincidentally, Ling Ran was going out too.

An Fan thought it had nothing to do with her, opened the door and was about to go out, but Xia Ping stopped him: "Wait a year!"

Xia Ping and Ling Ran made an unfeeling request: "Mr. Ling, are you going to Xishan District later? It's inconvenient for Fang to bring my little daughter there. She goes to school there. Too many people return to school today. I'm afraid of her..."

"No need." An Fan had finished changing her shoes at the door, and she was about to leave immediately.

"Mom, don't bother Ling Ran with this kind of thing." An Qingyi also said.

An Fan's footsteps stopped suddenly, because of An Qingyi's dissuasion, An Qingyi's tone made her want to bother Ling Ran about this kind of thing.

All eyes focused on Ling Ran, and Ling Ran naturally said, "No trouble, it's on the way."

An Fan naturally followed Ling Ran away.

The rear compartment of the car is huge, and An Fan and Ling Ran occupy one side alone, without even wiping a hair.

The car was very quiet. Ling Ran was not a talkative person, and she never had the habit of taking the initiative to talk to others. She remained silent, and the cold arrogance that could only be seen from a distance came again.

An Fan quietly looked at Ling Ran for the third time, and her gaze was caught by her: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

An Fan asked directly: "Do you like my sister?"

Ling Ran's eyes floated over, and the tails of his eyes were raised slightly: "Do you want to care?"

An Fan is very self-aware: "My opinion is not important."

Ling Ran took another look: "Don't worry about it so much, children."

An Fan wanted to say that she was the same age as An Qingyi, but it didn't make much sense to say that, so she simply didn't bother.

Seeing that she was about to arrive at school, An Fan took out her school card from the side pocket of her school bag, and had to swipe it to enter school. She held the school card in her hand, and suddenly heard Ling Ran ask, "Did you draw this painting?"

An Fan followed her line of sight and looked down. She covered up the original school badge and motto on the back of the school card with a pair of watercolors, which showed a big tree.

When An Fan used to be in a bad mood, she often went to look at the tree. During her third year of high school, she was not free and could not resolve her mood, so she drew the tree on the painting. Even if she couldn't see it, just looking at the painting could comfort her.

There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, An Fan nodded: "Yes."

Ling Ran commented: "The painting is not bad."

An Fan couldn't say like An Qingyi, so I'll draw you a picture now. After thinking about it, An Fan simply accepted the school card: "I'm here, thank you for today."

"On the way."

An Fan got out of the car and watched Ling Ran's car go away, feeling a complex emotion in his chest that he didn't know what to say.

That pearl-like woman also likes An Qingyi, just realizing this, An Fan feels a little disappointed, even though she doesn't seem to like Ling Ran, she is still disappointed.

What An Fan didn't expect was that she and Ling Ran would meet again after only one day.

The meeting place is still in the principal's office.

When An Fan was informed by the head teacher to go to the principal's office, he was in a daze.She thought that she didn't skip class and leave early, and she didn't get into a fight. The last violation of discipline was just skipping class to watch a movie. Will students skipping class alarm the principal?

Feeling apprehensive, An Fan pushed open the door of the principal's office.

At that time, the headmaster was pouring tea for Ling Ran. Ling Ran always seemed to be cold and arrogant in front of people, and just raising his eyes to look at people lightly gave people a shock in the chest.

An Fan walked over in shock, and heard Ling Ran say, "Master Zhu, is it convenient for me to have a chat with An Fan alone?"

"Convenient and convenient." After pouring tea, the principal consciously gave Ling Ran and An Fanteng their seats.

An Fan sat down opposite Ling Ran, seeing Ling Ran raised his hand to signal her to drink tea, An Fan was suspicious, took a sip of the white jade-like teacup with both hands, and heard Ling Ran say: "On September 9th, you skipped class. .”

An Fan choked on a mouthful of tea and coughed violently. She looked at Ling Ran in disbelief, because she was looking into this kind of thing, Ling Ran just calmly handed her a piece of paper and looked at her with interest: "You're not at school."

An Fan's face flushed from coughing, and after coughing for a while, she also figured out how to respond: "Even if I skipped class, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

It was necessary to worry about whether she went to school that day or not, and even made a fuss in the principal's office, Anfan was puzzled.

Ling Ran said: "It does matter, it's very important to me."

Ling Ran's eyes were straight: "Because I fell in love with you at first sight that day. It would be very troublesome if you admit the wrong person in this kind of thing. I don't like trouble, so I want to confirm again. It was you who stepped on the elevated painting that day, right?" ?”

These words gave An Fan a much stronger shock than before. She tried to calm down and asked, "Why did you fall in love at first sight?"

"You first say is it you?"

An Fan felt baffled, and subconsciously wanted to say no, but Ling Ran took the first step, shocking his subordinate's tone: "Think it through before you say it."

An Fan was undoubtedly shocked. After a while, she nodded: "It's me."

Ling Ran suddenly smiled, so wantonly, she stretched out her hand and said, "Meet me again, I'm Ling Ran."

An Fan didn't reach out his hand like last time, and looked at her warily: "What are you going to do?"

Ling Ran said sincerely: "You painted very well that day, I like it very much."

The author has something to say: National Day + ending, I thought I would be very happy;

—I ended up going straight to the hospital—

The doctor said that it was due to staying up late, poor work and rest, irregular diet, poor immunity, and weak resistance;

On the way to the inpatient department, my dad scolded me all the way for my spicy chicken living habits (I really want to know how I did tat);

After staying for a few days, the situation has stabilized. Hospitalization is so boring. Every day I do examinations and injections.

——A chapter that was difficult to code out——