I slept through the spring without realizing it was dawn, and heard birds singing everywhere.
The next morning, Yang Fan was not woken up by the alarm clock, but woke up naturally.
And I woke up with a smile, although I didn't know what I dreamed about.
Listening to the birds singing in the neighborhood outside the window in the early morning, Yang Fan felt light-hearted and had a sense of comfort as if he was wandering in the universe.
The primordial force in the body seemed not to have been lost at all last night, and it was still surging and rolling majestically at this moment.
The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.
The curtains were drawn, but the light from outside still powerfully illuminated every item in the room.
Outside, the sky was just beginning to turn pale, so pure that it made people feel relaxed and happy, as if it were a light ink painting filled with the fragrance of green grass.
Before going to bed last night, Yang Fan adjusted Guoguo's sleeping position.
But now looking over there again, the little girl was already lying with her head towards the end of the bed, with her head sticking out from under the quilt, and she was lying on her stomach with her butt sticking up, soundly sleeping.
Thirteen curled up his body, resting his head on Yang Fan's chin, hiding in his arms and breathing regularly.
Feeling like a dream last night, Yang Fan recalled it and placed his hands on Shisan's buttocks facing him.
It's so sad.
He is no longer immune to Thirteen.
Vigorous, lively, full of spring...
Just as he was about to satisfy his urge to use his hands, the alarm clock rang. Yang Fan quickly turned over and turned it off.
After leaving Yang Fan's arms, Thirteen seemed a little uneasy. He turned over and stretched his legs to find a foothold.
Finally found it, on Guoguo.
After finding it, she stepped down steadily.
Suddenly, Guoguo, who was sleeping on his stomach, raised his head abruptly and tried to crawl forward.
With a "plop", the little girl fell from the end of the bed.
She went to bed early last night and got enough sleep, so after the fall, she didn't continue to fall into a deep sleep.
So, the next moment, Yang Fan saw the little girl's head sticking out from the end of the bed.
Clinging to the bed with both hands, she had a confused look in her eyes and a look of world-weariness.
"Are you going to get up?" Yang Fan asked her while sitting on the bed.
Guoguo said nothing, climbed up on the bed with one foot, fell to the end of the bed, and lay sideways.
He fell asleep again.
Yang Fan got off the bed, walked over, covered the little girl with a quilt without disturbing her.
Although I can only sleep for more than twenty minutes, every minute counts.
Thirteen is still sleeping soundly now.
Fortunately, she was stopped by the alarm clock, otherwise her sweet dream would have been disturbed by his dirty hands.
Let’s talk about it tonight. Yang Fan got dressed, went out of the room, and made breakfast for the mother and daughter.
The birdsong in the early morning and the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen became extremely clear and real today.
In Yang Fan's eyes, this world seemed several times more real than before.
Before, he seemed to be just hovering on the surface of life, but now he has integrated into it.
Among all the flavors in life, sweetness is the main one.
While making breakfast, Yang Fan also boiled a small pot of soup, the ingredients of which included pork spine, red dates, longan meat, wolfberry, etc.
When it was Thirteen's wake-up time, she went into the kitchen as usual, with her long hair tied casually behind her, a little messier than usual.
"Still making soup?" She stretched her neck and glanced at the soup pot on the stove that was seldom used.
The neck was smooth and white, with a few scattered fine hairs and a delicate and beautiful collarbone. Yang Fan leaned over to smell it, then gave it a kiss.
A stream of hot air sprayed on his neck, which felt a little itchy. Thirteen shrank his neck, looking handsome and cute.
She didn't seem any different from before, at least Yang Fan couldn't see it.
There is no difference between walking properly and not walking properly as some people say.
It's totally invisible.
The method that teaches people to distinguish between virgins and non-virgins by looking at the way a girl walks or sits is very fake.
"The nourishing soup has the effect of replenishing qi and blood," said Yang Fan.
Thirteen's face flushed with blood: "I'm not that delicate. It took so long to cook the soup. When can I drink it? I still have to go to work."
"Put it in an insulated lunch box and take it to work to drink," said Yang Fan.
Ten minutes later.
At the breakfast table, Guoguo was eating his meal as usual.
Thirteen's attitude towards the little girl changed for a moment, and his eyes became a little complicated.
Yang Fan didn't ask any more questions and tried his best not to touch upon Thirteen's source of illness.
But when the little girl finished her food and reached out to grab something from Yang Fan's bowl, Thirteen slapped her hand without any hesitation: "Still eating? You can't eat anymore!"
Guoguo quickly withdrew his hand, moving his little mouth, puffing out his cheeks to chew something, and looking at his mother with his big eyes.
"Drink up your milk and get ready to go to school." Thirteen helped the little girl move the cup of milk and placed it in front of her.
"Uh-huh." Guoguo spoke slurredly and took the cup of milk.
Although I drink every day and don’t like it when I drink too much, my mother’s authority cannot be violated.
A good day starts with a glass of milk in the morning.
After drinking half a cup, the girl put it down, swallowed with difficulty, and then opened her mouth as if to vomit.
I drink it every day and my stomach is really rejecting milk.
Yang Fan took the remaining half cup of milk and drank it in one gulp.
Guoguo glanced at his father and then at his mother, his eyes indicating that it was none of his business.
Aunt Thirteen didn't say anything.
In the lives of the three people, Yang Fan's little actions can be seen everywhere.
"Have you told Qianqian that you're back?" Aunt Thirteen asked Yang Fan.
"No, I plan to tell you today..." Yang Fan changed his words halfway through: "I plan to tell you tomorrow."
He had originally planned to come back today, but the baptism of life he experienced last night made him reluctant to leave.
Tonight he wanted to continue enjoying his own world with Thirteen.
If he didn't have a heart of sympathy for women, he wouldn't even bother with the alarm clock, getting up, or having breakfast when he woke up in the morning.
"Just say you're back today." Thirteen made the decision for Yang Fan.
Yang Fan hesitated.
Thirteenth Aunt said again: "If you don't tell me, I will tell you."
"Okay, I'll tell you." Yang Fan said dejectedly.
Aunt Thirteen finished her meal, cleaned up the dishes quickly, and smiled gently.
How could she not understand Yang Fan's little thoughts
Not long after we finished last night, he kept acting anxious.
He is much more unrestrained than before, but when he touches me, he dares not go too deep and always stops at a certain point.
Yang Fan didn't clean up the dishes quickly and went into the kitchen to turn off the stove.
The soup is ready.
Shisan didn't have time to drink now, but Yang Fan didn't plan to let her drink it now. He served it to her, put it in an insulated food box, and took it to work.
"Qianqian will come over for dinner tonight, but she probably won't stay overnight. She will go back early because there is an important guest at her house and she needs to meet him." Taking the insulated food box, Aunt Thirteen tried to coax Yang Fan, who was feeling a little depressed.
The relationship between Liu Qianqian and Yang Fan has not yet reached the final step, and Thirteenth Aunt understands this a little.
At Liu Qianqian's age, she is not particularly looking forward to such things, and it can even be said that she is not very interested in them.
As time went by, in recent years, she had become somewhat unable to control herself.
Especially since she thought she was divorced and didn't need to pretend to be noble anymore, she was open and honest without any resistance.
"Is that so?" Yang Fan's mood suddenly became cheerful. He could tell Liu Qianqian that he was back.