Perfect match.

On the ninth day after Yanning came, the Epiphyllum bloomed in Luotan Town.

The plain snow white petals, hidden in the silent darkness, spread out quietly and wantonly, like a young girl's slender fingers holding out a cluster of light yellow stamens.

Yan Ning only booked a room for ten days, and tomorrow is the day to return.The epiphyllum bloomed on the last night, and the timing was so perfect that it could be considered complete.

But not without regret.

Yan Ning's visit to Luotan Town this time, apart from missing Lily of the Valley too much, did also bring a little selfishness.

He wanted to find the right time to talk to He An, and begged him to return to Zheng Feiluan. If it was too difficult for others, then it would be good to give him a glimmer of hope——Yanning was lonely for most of her life, and only Feiyi really cared about her. Feiluan these two children.After all, he is his own flesh and blood, he can't just watch Zheng Feiluan weaken day by day until his throat is cut off by the pheromone.

But after coming here, the longer he gets along with He An, the more he can't speak.

He An's calm personality naturally blends into the small town with beautiful mountains and rivers.Staying here, he and Ling Lan can live a simple and comfortable life, but what about Yuan Jiang?

only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.

Even with Zheng Feiluan's meticulous love, Yuanjiang may not be a place that can make He An happy.Besides, with so many Alphas in the world, who can guarantee that Zheng Feiluan is the best destination for He An?

Yan Ning couldn't bear to disturb this hard-won peace.

For him, staying for a few days as a tourist, hugging his unrecognizable granddaughter, knowing that they are all safe, is a worthwhile trip.

Yan Ning finished packing her luggage by herself, changed into her pajamas but didn't feel like going to sleep, so she made a pot of purple bamboo shoot tea and sat on the balcony to pass the time.At this moment, the door was knocked by "Tuk Tuk".

He opened the door and saw that it was He An.

Ling Lan leaned against her father's chest, hugged the fat chicken cub, and called grandpa sweetly and glutinously.

Yan Ning poked lightly on her dimples: "Hello, Lily of the Valley."

He asked He An again: "You still not sleeping at this late hour?"

He An was a little embarrassed: "You are leaving tomorrow, I...I want to stay with you again."

Hearing this sentence, the little regret in Yan Ning's heart seemed to be made up for by something.He smiled gently and said, "It's just in time. I just made tea and it's still hot. Come in and sit down."

There is a small table on the open-air balcony, two cups of tea, and there is no cover above the head, and the far-reaching night sky can be seen.The starry sky is sprinkled on it, and each one is bright and bright.

Yan Ning leaned on the recliner and looked at it for a while, then sighed: "It's still comfortable in the small town. The city is covered with dust everywhere, and it's been a long time since I saw such beautiful stars."

"Then...you can stay a few more days, so you can watch it for a few more days?"

Holding the tea in his hand, He An answered the conversation wisely.After speaking, he felt offended, as if forcing him to stay, and quickly patched it up: "I don't want it anymore. You have been out for so long, and your family must miss you very much, and they are all waiting for you to go back."

"No, no, nothing. Those two little bastards of my family can't see anyone when they are busy. They fly all over the world. It's a face to go home once a month."

Yan Ning looked disgusted.

He An was surprised: "Are you so busy?"

Yan Ning nodded: "The two boys are both Alphas. They don't know how to write 'safety' by nature. Since the day they were able to climb, their hearts have been wild, and they can't be tied by a rope."

He An couldn't help laughing: "Then your family has been in trouble for decades?"

"Yes, it's been going on for decades, and none of them is worry-free, and they all have their own merits." Yan Ning lowered her head and sipped her tea, recalling, "The younger one is more favored, talented, and aggressive. The heart is also strong, like a reckless little lion, who is fierce to everyone. The older one is not reconciled, holding his breath, and wants to come up with something to prove himself. There is always a string between the two brothers, It’s not tight, but it’s not going anywhere, and the open and secret fights have never stopped.”

Speaking of this, Yan Ning remembered a particularly interesting thing.

"My youngest son, who learned fencing when he was six years old, was so angry because I boasted that he did as well as his brother did back then. He ignored me for two days and two nights and practiced for half a day alone. After many months, he dragged me to watch him after practice, and he didn't make a sound, and didn't ask me to praise him, but I had to take the initiative to say, 'My younger brother is even better'."

"Is Alpha's self-esteem so, so terrifying?"

He An was dumbfounded, and thought, with this vicious and fierce appearance, he was exactly like a childish version of Zheng Feiluan.

"Then...the child is not at home, so your Alpha must be at home?" He An said again, "He calls three or four times a day, and he doesn't even care about what you eat and what you wear, so he almost comes with you. I guess , he is counting the days at home waiting for you to go back."

Yan Ning immediately waved her hand: "Drink your tea well and don't mention him."

"Well……"

Sure enough, they were making a fuss.

He An leaned forward with a smile: "Did you quarrel?"

Yan Ning: "...that's right."

He An laughed: "I thought that only young and ignorant children like us would quarrel."

Yan Ning smiled and said, "Some people, even in their forties or fifties, are still ignorant."

When He An heard what he said, he became even more curious.

He always thinks that Yan Ning is the kind of person who is not stained with dust and does not get angry or angry. He can't imagine what kind of Alpha can win Yan Ning's favor, and he can't imagine what kind of Alpha can make Yan Ning anxious. .

Seeing his face waiting to hear gossip, Yan Ning knew that he had misunderstood: "Do you think that I quarreled with him a few days ago and was in a bad mood, so I ran all the way here to try to be quiet?"

"No... isn't it?"

"Of course not." Yan Ning smiled lightly, "The rift between me and him has existed for decades."

"Decades?"

The smile on He An's face suddenly froze: "Why, how could it be, you are obviously such a good person..."

"When I was young, I was also very confused. I felt that I was not bad anywhere, and there were many people who liked me. Why didn't I just get along with my Alpha? Later, when I got older, I realized one thing: Some conflicts happen or don't happen. , has nothing to do with whether I am a good enough person or not."

Yan Ning lowered his head and took a sip of tea, looking at the green mountains and white mountains stretching under the moonlight, he didn't speak for a long time.

He An knew that his "curiosity" caused trouble, causing Yanning to recall the not-so-good past, and felt extremely guilty.He quietly stayed by the side, when the teacup was empty, he helped to fill it to half full, and when Lily of the Valley woke up, he coaxed her softly.

After the silence, Yan Ning suddenly asked: "Want to hear a story? A story from decades ago."

"Well..." He An nodded, "If, if you don't mind."

"Don't be nervous, it's been so many years, if I still can't let it go, it will be so hard." Yan Ning smiled at him, stood up, and said softly, "Wait for me for a while."

After leaving these words, he turned and stepped into the bedroom.When I came back, I had a photo in my hand.

It was an old yellowed photo, in black and white tones, and the border was a circle of wave patterns that were once fashionable, giving it a sense of age.Although the photos are old, the surface is still clean and spotless, which shows the care of the owner.

The protagonists of the photo are two young people, about 20 years old, in the prime of their youth.

They were in a small bucket arch pavilion built near the lake. One of them was sitting on the railing holding a collection of poems in his hand, facing the lake, with his feet dangling in the air, his eyes closed, and his chin raised to the rising sun. With a little shyness of love—

He An recognized it, it was Yan Ning when he was young.

Without the wrinkles that have been added to the corners of the eyes by the years, without the hardships and worries of decades, the 20-year-old Yan Ning is indescribably light and at ease, like a cloud that rides on the wind, ready to fly into the sun at any time inside.

His handsome Alpha stood behind, with his hands in his pockets, bent down, and tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to kiss his cheek.

Probably because he was not used to showing affection in front of others, and couldn't convince his lover to ask for a kiss, Alpha showed a reluctant look, but the corners of his lips could not help but rise.

Obviously like it so much.

In just this moment of freezing, He An could read the enviable love between them - how could such a well-matched couple have been unhappy for decades?

He An couldn't figure it out.

"His name is Hong Ming, magnificent Hong, bright Ming, we met in university."

Yan Ning looked at the Alpha on the old photos, and recalled: "At that time, I was studying literature and history, and he was two years ahead of me, studying business. One night, the school's poetry club borrowed a classroom to hold an exchange meeting. I went, and while there was no one else in the classroom, I copied the poem I was going to share on the blackboard. Just after copying the last sentence, Hongming came in, and guess what happened?"

He An thought for a while with his chin in his hands, and somehow a movie-like plot popped up in his mind: "He just happened to read that poem and liked it very much, so...he fell in love with you?"

"It's so romantic." Yan Ning was amused, "Hong Ming doesn't read poetry at all."

"What happened then?"

Yan Ning said: "He picked up the blackboard eraser, erased all the poems I wrote without saying a word, and seriously informed me that this classroom will hold an economics discussion class next. As the monitor, he has the obligation to Please leave irrelevant people and don't scribble on the blackboard. Of course I am not convinced. The classroom borrowed by the poetry club follows the formal process. Why do you just occupy it? I want to take a discussion class, okay, borrow it yourself One room. So, I copied the poem up again.

"He is holding a blackboard eraser next to him. I copy a sentence, he erases a sentence, I copy a sentence, and he erases a sentence... The two of them confront each other, and neither of them is willing to let go first. I still remember it to this day. It was a song. Yeats's poem, called "Long Silence", has eight lines in total.

"When I copied it for the third time, someone finally came to the classroom. Unfortunately, it wasn't my classmate, but his. I couldn't figure it out. I stood awkwardly in front of the blackboard and pondered for a long time, only to realize that the exchange meeting of the poetry club seemed like It's tomorrow—I've misremembered the date."

He An couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that Yan Ning, who is as gentle and elegant as Yan Ning, also has such a childish past.

Yan Ning also laughed: "At that time I had a stubborn temper. It was obvious that I was wrong and I was ashamed, but I didn't want to admit it. Didn't he tell me to leave? I refused to leave. I just sat in the last row of the classroom and told them I finished listening to the discussion class. When Hong Ming came to speak on stage, I stared at him, trying to increase his psychological pressure. In his words, I was like a demanding and perverted thesis defense team leader. Not to be outdone, he also tripped me up. Every time he said a paragraph, he deliberately asked: Can the liberal arts student in the last row understand? It made the whole class laugh at me in private. .

"Actually, he doesn't know, but I can understand it. My father is a famous businessman. Under the influence of my ears and eyes, I understand some superficial things without studying business. And because I understand, I can't lie to myself angrily. Call him mediocre, he's not great at all. On the contrary, he's the best in that class, and he exudes a dazzling confidence when he speaks, which is really attractive."

He An looked at Alpha on the photo and couldn't help nodding.

There is such a group of Alphas, who are born with a strong aura and charm. The Omega with a low degree of fit is okay, and the Omega with a high degree of fit is almost trapped without even a chance to resist.

He had felt that way.

"The next day, it was finally the turn of the poetry club to hold an exchange meeting in this classroom. I walked up to the podium and looked down. I didn't know when Hongming came, so he sat in the last row where I sat yesterday. Looking at me with provocative eyes, it seems to mean: I want to see what you can talk about.

"Unfortunately, the theme of that scene was love poetry. Children who love poetry get involved, and the atmosphere is often very special, but for those who can't get involved, this romantic, sincere, and no-holds-barred atmosphere is somewhat Embarrassing. Hong Ming tried hard to show disdain, but things backfired, he became the most embarrassed and out of place person in the audience, and fled halfway with red ears."

When Yan Ning said this, a very faint smile appeared in his eyes.

"I thought that if one player had one round, a tie would end the matter. I didn't expect Hongming to come again at the exchange meeting in the second week. He took a copy of "Econometrics" and sat next to me to read a class. Slowly Slowly, he became a regular auditor in our poetry club, and occasionally read poetry with us, and also learned to write poetry, although his writing was not very good.

"I asked him, since he came here every week, should he just fill out an application form for membership, which can be counted as credits. He said with a cold face, reading poetry is so boring, maybe one day he doesn't want to come. But his mouth Complaining on the Internet, people still have to come every week.”

"Duplicate Alpha." He An blinked and complained, "I'm obviously pursuing you, but I still don't admit it."

Yan Ning smiled, closed her eyes and leaned back, lazily leaning on the back of the chair: "He said, he likes my unrealistic romance, and also likes my little temper like a prickly ball. I asked Myself, what do you like about him? Hong Ming has so many advantages, which one do you like best? I think what I like the most is his frankness and frivolity.

"He is not a humble person. He has always shown as much arrogance as he has talent. Those old-fashioned old sayings teach people to bow their heads and restrain themselves all day long. They can restrain others, but they can't help him."

"My relationship with Hongming is like a mountain fire in midsummer. It took only a few days from a cluster of flames to the mountains and plains. During that time, he wrote me a poem every day, using metaphors indiscriminately, expressing strangely, what? I dare to write a mess of sentences. I am not much better, I have completely lost my aesthetics, I read it with relish, and even think...it is the most wonderful love poem in the world."

Yan Ning lay there with her eyes closed, her voice soft, and a soft smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

As peaceful as falling asleep.

Then, He An heard a low sigh: "I thought fate was here, and we would go on steadily for the rest of our lives, but unfortunately not. In the year I graduated, that is, the fourth year that Hongming and I fell in love, I... ..."

He paused slightly: "I took him to meet my father."