My bamboo horse bends whenever it says

Eight years later.

"Teacher An. Teacher An...Dean, why hasn't Teacher An woke up yet?"

Seven or eight children gathered around a middle-aged woman, chattering non-stop, clawing at the crack of the door to look inside.

"Good boy, Teacher An has a headache, and you'll be fine after a short rest." The headmaster took the children away a bit, and made a quiet gesture: "Don't disturb Teacher An~"

"Good~"

"Let's go and bring the food to Teacher An, shall we?" said the little girl with the ponytail.

"Okay, okay~" The other children also echoed, and ran away.

An Yi hadn't slept too well since just now, and now she was woken up by these vigorous voices, and slowly sat up from the bed.

"It hurts. His temples twitched. An Yi pressed his forehead with one hand and got out of bed while putting on his shoes.

The headaches in the past few years have improved a lot, and the pain this time has been separated by half a year since the last time. The old problem that I thought would be cured suddenly recurred.

After procrastinating, he poured a glass of water, looked at the calendar on the wall, and An Yi remembered that today is that person's birthday.

An Yi smiled wryly as he drank the water. The person who thought he had forgotten would subconsciously remember him.

But that person has nothing to do with me anymore.

Putting down the cup, An Yi went out, and the children ran over with their food. When they saw An Yi standing outside the door, they rushed over excitedly.

"careful!"

An Yi quickly helped a child who was about to trip, hugged him up, and looked at each of the children looking up at him, all of them caring, An Yi's empty heart suddenly disappeared. Filled up, I took the kids to the restaurant with a smile on my face.

"Mr. An, are you better, Mr. An~"

"Mr. An, why do you have a headache~"

"Mr. An, are you still feeling uncomfortable?? Let me rub it for you~"

"Mr. An, your complexion is so bad, don't you have a good rest?"

More than a dozen children, each with Teacher An, called An Yi, his heart was full of joy, and his mood immediately cleared up. Looking at the innocent smiling faces, An Yi immediately put the troubled things behind him.

"It's okay, everyone don't worry about me, I'm fine." Patting the children's heads, An Yi hugged the children to the dining table: "Everyone eat first, take a nap after eating, and Teacher An will open the door when you wake up. I had fun playing with you~"

The children cheered and sat down to eat honestly. An Yi leaned on his chin and looked at them with a smile on his face.

About three years ago, An Yi went around and stopped here.

From remote mountainous areas, to Daxing'an Mountains, to Changbai Mountains, and finally to the orphanage in this northern county, An Yi decided to stay. After five years of wandering, he was exhausted physically and mentally. Work part-time, save enough money and move on.

An Yi is now 30 years old.

He is not young anymore, and he is not moving anymore.

Coaxing the well-fed children to take a nap, An Yi is very satisfied with his current life. The salary is not much, and at least he has a destination. He has no plans for the future, and of course he has no idea of ​​getting a wife. He just wants to live on his own.

Life could have been as comfortable as his name, An Yi thought, at least before Mo Nanxi found this place.

Ever since Man Nanxi came to this city by chance to attend a symposium a year ago, and was invited by the director to the orphanage to give the children a free physical examination, it was such a coincidence that he ran into him.

After that, it was like a dog skin plaster, always dangling in front of my eyes.

"You are in your 30s, why are you always tossing around with me?" An Yi advised him more than once, don't always come looking for yourself, just find a companion and stay honestly in T City.

But every time, Mo Nanxi answered a few perfunctory words, and after a while, he would still come to An Yi with a lot of food and daily necessities under the banner of helping the orphanage.

"It's been so many years, can't you give me a chance?" Every time Mo Nanxi said this to An Yi half-jokingly and half-seriously, but An Yi also habitually ignored him.

His heart will not go into the second person.

But now An Yi has been denying the existence of the first person.

He never said the word love to him, because he already knew that he was no longer worthy of such a sacred relationship, whether it was for Mo Nanxi or Wu Yicheng.From the moment he decided to take revenge, he had lost all emotion.

I just leave the last warmth to these children without father and mother. I feel like them, children without father and mother, but they are very lucky. They have many uncles and aunts who love them, and I am one of them.

"Wu Yicheng bought his remaining shares in exchange for a lot of cash." Mo Nanxi leaned against the door and said to An Yi. The latter pretended to dry clothes on a bamboo pole and ignored his words.

"He found many detectives just to find you."

An Yi's hand stopped.

The heart that was dead like a pool of still water began to ripple, rippling round and round.

"Go to him, he misses you very much." Menanxi said.

An Yi looked very relieved, smiled, and speeded up the action of drying the clothes in his hand: "What you miss must not be available, only what you can't get is the best.

If Wu Yicheng really misses him like what Mo Nanxi said, then he should be very lucky, at least in Wu Yicheng's memory, he still has something worth thinking about.

"Just like how I feel about you."

After Mo Nanxi finished speaking, he looked at the unnatural look. It was strange that his heart, which had died countless times, would come back to life every time he saw An Yi.

"I'm joking." Mananxi rubbed his nose and turned his head to the side, also unnaturally.

An Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and saw that Mo Nanxi went to the room to answer the phone, and walked out with a gloomy face, pulling An Yi out.

"Eh?? What's the matter??" An Yi was still holding the undried clothes in his hand, and his arms were being pulled out.

Mo Nanxi frowned: "You have to be mentally prepared, An Yi. Wu Yicheng had an accident."

An Yi's heart skipped a beat, and the cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his head.

"The doctor is in the rescue, and he keeps calling your name." Mo Nanxi didn't know what he was doing, so he pushed An Yi towards Wu Yicheng: "Take it as the last time to see him, and come back with me." !"

An Yi looked at Mo Nanxi stupidly, his body reacted one step earlier than his head, pushed Mo Nanxi away and rushed out.

He wants to see Wu Yicheng!The last time is also good!Must see him!

"Finally you still admit that you like him, right?" Menanxi muttered to himself, picking up the dropped clothes. He was so sad that he knew it a long time ago, but he still tore off the most painful piece.

An Yi, I still can't say the words "I wish you happiness".