After the stand-in resigned

An Fan didn't intend to read that message at first, but the message was there, and he could easily read it with a mobile phone.

So An Fan also saw it, and what Ling Ran replied was: I miss you very much.

In an instant, An Fan was annihilated by the absurd reality, and his heart felt unspeakably desolate.

He didn't touch his phone anymore, it was a semi-forced withdrawal. Before going to bed, An Fan made plans for tomorrow, what to do in the morning, what to do in the morning, and what to do in the afternoon.

And in these plans, there is no longer Ling Ran.

When making a plan, ambition is rewarded, but when it is actually implemented, there are always small problems of one kind or another.

Waking up in the morning, Anfan was routinely watering the flowers in the yard. Someone came in from the yard, carrying a bag of things, and said, "Yesterday, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I accompanied your Aunt Ling back to her mother's house. The things scared us both. I went to the next door and asked Uncle Zhang to find out that it was given by that girl Ling Ran...

That's too polite, and we don't have anything to return. Seeing that you two like my noodles, I'll make your breakfast in the future. Just tell me what you want. "

It was the owner of the tomato noodle shop. He stretched out his hand and handed over the bag, which contained Ling Ran's usual standard ingredients.

Anfan paused for a few seconds before taking it, and said, "I'm so sorry."

The boss smiled honestly: "If you are polite to me now, then I am really embarrassed."

Seeing that Anfan was still hesitating, the boss hurriedly said, "Then it's settled, I'll be in charge of your breakfast in the future. I'm busy in the store in the morning, and if I don't go back, there will be a mess of porridge. This side is still hot, so eat it while it's hot."

The boss left after giving instructions. An Fan carried the bag of breakfast and continued watering the flowers, but his mind was messed up and he had long since lost the leisure time he had in the beginning.

The initial plan in the morning was general cleaning. The house is not big, but cleaning every corner is tiring.

An Fan was ready to fight hard, but her mental exhaustion defeated her one step earlier than her physical exhaustion.

Without him, the Mid-Autumn Festival gift-giving event is not over yet.

Some villagers were still visiting relatives and friends yesterday, and when they learned of the news of the gift one step later, they returned the favor today as early as possible.

The entertainers left, and An Fan went on top. During the interval between the cleaning, some villagers came to the door carrying things. The corner that was piled up yesterday had not been tidied up, and another corner was piled up today.

There were even more enthusiastic ones, who took the initiative to take the rag and broom to take over her cleaning work, and there was a scene of busy labor inside and outside the house for a while.

After cleaning, someone took her home for dinner. Anfan made a rough calculation, and the whole family would have to eat a meal for several months. She politely refused, saying that the two piles of fresh melons and fruits would be piled up if they were not eaten. Magic defeated magic.

A moment of peace at lunchtime.

She obviously didn't do much all morning, but An Fan was so tired that she couldn't even raise her hands, and she didn't have the heart to make lunch. She picked a green cucumber from a pile of fruits and vegetables, washed it with water, and gnawed it.

After eating and lying on the bed, he remembered that the baby room hadn't been cleaned yet. An Fan turned over and closed his eyes with a desperate expression, unwilling to think about it again.

Still with the same arrangement, Ling Ran didn't take anything away, even her doll, which she couldn't sleep at night unless she hugged it.

An Fan leaned against the door and thought, there is really no need to take it away.

This person has recovered her memory. She no longer has to pick up her skirt in the washing machine in the middle of the night, and she no longer has to struggle to climb her bed. She won't be able to sleep without these things, and everything is returning to normal...

And she should be back to normal.

Seeing so many things in the baby room made people dizzy and upset. An Fan wanted to deal with it, but he couldn't think of how to deal with it after much deliberation.

This thing belongs to her, but it belongs to Ling Ran, what can she do with it.

Simply close the door, lock it, and keep it out of sight.

Lie on the bed again, feeling more irritable than before.

In An Fan's mind, for a while, Ling Ran, who liked her before confessing, and for a while, Ling Ran, who was going to expose An Qingyi's true face with her parents. The two Ling Ran appeared alternately, torturing her nerves repeatedly.

After waking up, An Fan planned to paint.

She originally planned to finish reading the book next to the bamboo chair in the afternoon, but now she thinks she should go to draw.Only by going out to paint can she return to her normal life.

After packing away the painting tools and drawing boards, before An Fan left the house, he bumped into the landlord, sister Liang, who came to invite him to play mahjong.

An Fan refused, and raised the drawing board behind him: "I want to go out and draw in the afternoon."

Sister Liang didn't force her, and said: "That's fine, you draw well. I was afraid that Xiao Ling would leave you bored, it seems that I was just worrying."

An Fan smiled, and Sister Liang was by his side, watching An Fan close and lock the door, he muttered, "Has your mahjong freshness period passed? The last few times I called you to come, you should be a young man. Those of us at the same table have been quitting mahjong for a lifetime, and we haven't quit mahjong yet."

An Fan was in a daze. She played mahjong the night before, and in front of Ling Ran, it was ten o'clock...

She remembered that it was online.

And the last time she played mahjong offline was the day Ling Ran went to review. After playing mahjong, she thought Ling Ran was missing, and she bought her a mobile phone, and she never went there again.

An Fan wondered what kind of shadow she was, and felt that Ling Ran would disappear after playing mahjong, but this was really unreasonable, but she did not go there again.

An Fan exposed this stubble: "If you don't quit, make another appointment."

"That's fine. If you want to make a call, come to us. We are always there."

Sister Liang went out with her, and the two chatted all the way, and the topic was rarely about Ling Ran, but An Fan was full of Ling Ran.

An Fan's mind is very calm when he draws.

Or even if the mind is not calm before painting, she can always calm down after painting at the beginning, but she can't calm down now.

Always Ling Ran, all Ling Ran.

An Fan tried to enrich his life, enriching his cooking, enriching his reading, enriching his painting...

She was doing a lot of things that she had tried or not tried before, and she didn't want to squeeze out any gaps, and she didn't want to pay any attention to thinking about Ling Ran, but Ling Ran would appear in various corners.

The bowls in the kitchen have always been washed by Ling Ran, and her habit of placing them is also hers, according to the color and size, not like she stacks them in a pile.

The bamboo chair for reading books was repaired by Ling Ran, and Ling Ran went in to tidy up the studio where the paintings were placed. Everything in her life now is full of Ling Ran's shadow.

An Fan even felt that the peaceful life she was trying to return to in the past was deliberate and unrealistic.

What happened is what happened, the geese leave traces, the wind leaves a sound, and Ling Ran will inevitably leave her track.

If she deliberately forgets like this, she will only remember Ling Ran deeper.

The moment when An Fan chose to let nature take its course, the time came to September 9th.

Even just seeing this rigid date on the calendar, all the memories of the past will come to my mind one by one.

An Fan doubted that she would never forget this day in her life.

An Fan obediently thought that in the past, she would have received the news of Ling Ran's arrival, like an emperor flopping to favor her concubine, she was picked up by that Bentley to Ling Ran's palace.

So what will happen to Ling Ran today.

It was obviously impossible as in the past, Ling Ran could no longer just come and go at her call, and it was impossible for her to ask for anything from Ling Ran anymore.

So what will Ling Ran do today?

An Fan tried to dispel the impact of this day on her, but just as she couldn't erase the traces of Ling Ran's existence, she also couldn't erase the scars left in her heart by this day.

Every sound of the phone turned into a sharp knife, slowly cutting her nerves. An Fan masochistically turned the volume to the maximum, listening to every sound sensitively.

She thought, you have to get used to it, you will always get used to it.

The more you are afraid of something, the more you want to overcome something, the more you should touch something.She is also desensitized.

It was just so restless and anxious for a day, during which the phone rang many times, but none of the sounds belonged to Ling Ran.

An Fan felt relieved, she went out with her mobile phone in her pocket, and went to the nearby small shop for a late lunch.

The sun was about to set, and it looked warm when it fell on people.Perhaps it is not appropriate to use the word warm in the hot summer, but An Fan feels that the sunshine is very comfortable.

It was evening, and the masters who helped build the cultural wall in the village were very busy. After a few days, a whole row of white walls had been filled with various graffiti. There were poems and pictures, like comic strips, telling the history of the village in a different way. story.

An Fan was not in a hurry, he looked over one by one, and only halfway through, he heard the noise not far away, An Fan glanced there, as if two master painters were arguing about something.

An Fan was about to look away when he bumped into one of them. When that person saw her, his eyes lit up: "An Fan, come here."

An Fan was surprised that he knew his name, and did not take a step under suspicion.

The man was straightforward and honest about his intentions: "I often see you walking around the village with a drawing board on your back. Do you know how to draw? The proportions of our paintings here are wrong. Do you know how to save them?"

The man's call was really earnest, An Fan took a hesitant step, but the further he walked in, the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper.

The large area of ​​blue in front of her looks like five years ago when she was wearing a simple seat belt and stepping on an iron elevated to help those two uncles draw whales under the scorching sun.

Another person approached, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and said, "We were really hired by Murakami. This is the contract."

He pointed not far away and said, "Isn't this painting going to be finished soon? When the person floats, the brush under his hand will also float away. If he loses his mind, it will be ruined. I haven't made it up after a few strokes."

An Fan glanced at it from a distance, as if he was going to draw a village head carrying a large ocean to the villagers for a meeting. The crowd was drawn very small, and the village head was even smaller, without the gesture of pointing the country.

"Can it be saved?" The uncle asked nervously at first.

An Fan lost the self-confidence he had back then, and agreed, "I can."

After receiving the brush from the uncle, An Fan thought for a while, and decided to draw a photographer with a camera in the upper left corner.

Like turning the camera and recording stories from the back of the masses, the small proportion of the village chief is no longer a problem. It is also like recording a series of development history in front of the camera, and the comic strips are more lively.

The two uncles saw Anfan's intentions and helped to perfect other corners. When the whole picture was finished, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not completely dark at this time, but the street lights on both sides of the road had already been turned on. An Fan returned the brush, listening to their repeated thanks, and heard a familiar An Fan among them.

As if An Fan was sensitive to capture the voice of the day, she looked back, and Ling Ran was standing not far away waiting for her.

The person who didn't show up all day after being nervous appeared when she was relaxing. An Fan didn't seem to remember being nervous, so she watched Ling Ran approaching helplessly.

Ling Ran quickly stood in front of her, looked her up and down, as if a paintbrush was carefully tracing her, and finally said: "I saw you this time."

"It's also in my heart..." Ling Ran said, "There will be no more mistakes."

The author has something to say: I shouldn't stop here, but it's time to finish writing the next plot, so let's get stuck here first.

Regarding the issue of staying up late to write essays, let me explain.I stayed up late to write some time ago, I don’t remember staying up long, and then I went to the hospital to get Chinese medicine.

I'm not good at staying up late, I'll go to bed when I write more, and you guys go to bed early too, okay?