Chapter 6 The young man has a bright heart and a bright star in the sea. The beautiful single tree hides behind the south wall.

There was a thick piece of dark green velvet piled on the balcony. The velvet was originally supposed to be very large, but the part that was cut was missing just enough to make up for the photo frame.

The two were covered with dust, as if they hadn't been cleaned for a long time. The photo frame was even more bronzed, looking a bit old. If it weren't for the fact that there were five or six cigarette butts lying next to it, it could be said to be like a mirror.

The cement floor looks out of place.

Another cigarette butt fell to the ground, and the ashes with sparks floated out in a round arc...

Going up, An Jianing stood by the railing, holding a windproof lighter, but still used to block the direction of the wind with his hand. He knew there was wind but didn't know to turn his back.

Just as he was about to go over and light the cigarette, An Jianing threw the lighter to the side as the sound of footsteps got closer and closer. With the cigarette still held in his hand, An Jianing turned slightly in the direction of the person coming.

An Jianing's lips moved, but the visitor made no sound except for the footsteps he had just arrived.

"The child is willing to do it, so why do you have to..." The silent air always makes people think that a long time has passed. The long silence made An Jianing finally unable to bear the momentum of the visitor, and tentatively opened his mouth.

An Jianing raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. Two or three minutes had just passed - if he hadn't endured these words for countless two or three minutes, An Jianing probably wouldn't have spoken otherwise.

"Why should I?"

If there was no yin and yang in what he said, He Yanqing himself didn't believe it: "Why do you think I need it?"

The children are so old and they are an old couple. It is impossible for An Jianing to understand the meaning of He Yanqing's words. He really has no say in this matter.

The cigarette in his hand was brought to his mouth. An Jianing was shocked to realize that he had thrown the lighter aside. He turned to look at his wife: "Is the girl awake?"

"No." When it came to her daughter, He Yanqing was worried and anxious. If she hadn't learned so many lessons, she wouldn't have stopped her daughter.

Why did he refuse to find a stable job after graduation? Why did he choose Hangluo again? He Yanqing couldn't figure it out.

"Um."

"It's time for you to go to work. I'll see you off."

"Go and persuade her about this matter." He Yanqing suddenly spoke, trying to distract An Jianing but she had to hold it back.

"No need to send me off, I can go by myself. You can take care of the family before going to work..." Before An Jianing could say anything, He Yanqing had already left the balcony and returned to the house, obviously leaving no room for negotiation.

"Snapped!"

An Jianing grabbed the lighter and was about to put the smoke away again when He Yanqing, who was about to reach the corner, suddenly stopped and turned around.

Frowning, he glanced at the cigarette in An Jianing's hand. He Yanqing was obviously not in the mood to care today, "In the evening, you can explain this matter to her after work in the evening."

"Many things in this society cannot be accomplished by simply liking it. What should a PhD student in fashion design from a prestigious university not do?"

"Well." An Jianing lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He knew that his wife would not go to work without getting a result. After a while, he raised his head and said, "When I come back and see that she feels better, I will tell her, you

Just go to work in a down-to-earth manner.”

He glanced at the cigarette in An Jianing's hand that was about to burn to the holder but had no time to take a puff. After watching An Jianing put it out, He Yanqing turned around and went to the foyer to change his shoes.

After two or three minutes, the sound of closing the door came from the door. An Jianing lit another cigarette and took a deep puff before his eyes fell from the sky to the dusty photo frame...

"Hiss!" He threw the cigarette that burned his hand on the ground and stamped his feet again.

He picked up the broom on the side and swept up the cigarette butts. Not long after An Jianing left the balcony, the sound of water rang out from the toilet.

The minute hand of the watch hanging on the wall turned half a circle, and An Ji hadn't woken up yet. As the sound of the door being closed disappeared in the corridor, there was only silence in the room.
Chapter completed!