"Sister, sit down first, I'll go boil water."

Yan Yuanjing put down her schoolbag when she entered the door and ran to the kitchen excitedly.

The awesomeness of facing others outside was gone, like a happy big child.

Yan Zao looked at Yan Yuanjing and smiled with a pursed lips.

Then he turned his eyes to the direction of the stairs and looked to the second floor. This was an old-fashioned two-story western-style building, and the stair handrails were still the same woody texture that was very old-fashioned.

There is a guardrail at the corner that was later intensive and was added for the safety of Yan Yuanjing.

‘I’ll let you take your brother away. If your brother falls, you’ll die.”

‘Xiao Jing stopped crying, she stopped crying.’

'You are still standing there and looking stupid, you can't even see it well. If you weren't counting on you to enter the Lan family, you would have sent you to your hometown in the countryside.'

This house has never given her any warmth.

Yan Zao's eyes were red without knowing it. She pulled back her thoughts from the memories. She smiled bitterly and rubbed her eyes, lifted her feet toward the stairs.

There are three rooms on the second floor, two facing south, one facing north, and two facing south, one facing the room of Yan Huacheng and Xu Meihong, and the other is Yan Yuanjing, and her facing north.

Since childhood, she has never felt the sunshine in the furniture in her room.

Yan Zao arrived at the door of the room, and the door was spoiled. What surprised her was that the sign "Do not disturb" she hung on the door was still on it.

What's funny is that she actually felt a little intimate because of this small brand.

She reached out to pick up the sign and looked left and right. There was a little dust on the rectangular, pink edge. She wiped it off with her fingertips and hung the sign back on the door handle.

Then she grabbed the door handle, unscrewed the door lock, and pushed it open.

A faint smell of musty rushes into my nose, and the windows in the room are closed tightly. It should be that I haven't opened the windows for a long time and passed through the wind.

Her eyes swept around the room, and everything seemed to be the same, and even the sheets and quilt covers on the bed were the ones she had used to spend.

But it was repaved.

She walked to the window, opened the gauze curtain, and then opened the window. The breeze blew in slowly and brushed through her face. Below her eyes were the crowded backyard. Two peach trees and one orange tree were all fruitful and lush green leaves.

A sense of familiarity surged in my heart. When she was a teenager, only this room of about ten square meters was her private space. At present, this weedy backyard is the only view she can see. In spring, peach blossoms bloom all over the branches, summer fruits are abundant, wild flowers are everywhere on the ground, bitter leaves are yellow in autumn, and snowflakes fall on the branches in winter.

With a three-meter-high courtyard wall, she once fantasized whether the young man she liked would climb to the wall to find her like the male protagonist in the comics she liked.

After thinking about it, I was still a little more relaxed when I was young, and I always held hope. I was so imaginative that I became secretly happy and shy.

The older you get, the more realistic you become, and the more realistic you become, the more tired you become.

"sister!"

Yan Zao stared at the backyard downstairs and thoughts drifted away. Yan Yuanjing knocked in and pulled her thoughts back.

She turned around, Yan Yuanjing held two glasses of water in both hands, and drank one glass while walking. Yan Zao went up to meet him and took another glass of water, "Thank you."

He thanked him very politely and was also very unfamiliar.

Yan Yuanjing was stunned and looked at Yan Zao's face, "Sister."

Yan Zao held the water cup in both hands, turned around lightly, and returned to the window.
Chapter completed!