"GuoGuo, can good people not drink the world-forgetting soup?"
In my brother's story, the bad guys were fine, but the good people all drank Meng Po's soup in the end and forgot their past lives. Guoguo was very sad and discussed it with him.
Yang Fan was helpless: "Mrs. Meng has the final say on this matter, not me."
Guoguo was very frustrated. After a moment, she said to Yang Fan very seriously: "Guoguo, if I see Granny Meng, I will definitely ask her not to give me the soup."
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Meng Po soup is delicious, a thousand times better than my brother's soup."
"Is that so?" The soup that his brother cooked was already so delicious, ten thousand times more delicious. Guoguo swallowed and said, "Then I'll drink a little bit, just a little bit will be fine."
"A little bit at a time, you may forget many people and many things," said Yang Fan.
"Is that so?" Guo Guo was confused, but finally said firmly: "Although it sounds delicious, I will definitely pour it out secretly."
"Why?" Yang Fan asked.
Hiding under the covers, Guo Guo, whose eyelids were beginning to droop, whispered, "Because I don't want to forget Guo Guo."
Yang Fan tapped the girl's delicate face with his finger. Before he could say anything, Aunt Thirteen shook her shoulder behind her: "What about me?"
"I don't know." Guoguo was drowsy, closed his eyes, and said in a whisper: "Mom, I want to go to bed."
Aunt Thirteen shook her: "Talk before you go to sleep!"
Yang Fan, who was sitting beside the bed, quickly grabbed Aunt Thirteen's hand and said, "Let her go, let her go."
Aunt Thirteen let go, but then pulled the quilt up to cover Guoguo's entire body.
Yang Fan quickly pulled the quilt down, revealing Guoguo's head.
The little girl has fallen asleep.
"Guoguo, Guoguo?" Yang Fan called the little girl twice in a low voice tentatively.
The little girl didn't respond and fell into a deep sleep.
Yang Fan stood up and said to Aunt Thirteen, "Then I'll go back."
Aunt Thirteen didn't say anything, but pulled the quilt up again to cover Guoguo's head.
Yang Fan pulled it down.
Aunt Thirteen pulled her up again.
"Why are you still angry with a child?" Yang Fan said, pulling the quilt down.
"I haven't fallen asleep yet." Aunt Thirteen put the pillow on the bedside aside and slowly lay down.
Yang Fan sat down again.
She is dignified during the day, but once she goes to bed at night, she becomes a young girl who needs someone to coax her to sleep.
But it is just as the romantic scholar said, the woman in bed is the most attractive.
Even though Thirteenth Aunt only showed her head, Yang Fan felt that the scenery here was unique.
The black hair that usually flows like a waterfall is now scattered on the pillow, like falling on the calm lake, creating ripples.
"I have come from afar to attend this stunning banquet on earth, to see the beauty of the world. Aunt Thirteen, if I had known you five years ago... I would have graduated from high school five years ago, and I should have been a freshman in college at that time, and could have fallen in love." Yang Fan said with some regret.
Aunt Thirteen's eyes gradually turned red, and she pulled the quilt up again to cover Guoguo's head.
Yang Fan couldn't bear it anymore: "Do you want to suffocate her to death?"
Then he pulled the quilt down.
Aunt Thirteen turned over, turned her back to Yang Fan, and was angry.
"I'm going back." Yang Fan stood up.
Aunt Thirteen pulled up the quilt, covered her head, and said in a muffled voice in the quilt: "I'm not asleep yet."
"I don't care." Yang Fan couldn't do anything with the dignified Thirteenth Aunt during the day, and he couldn't do anything with the young Thirteenth Aunt in bed at night. He could only choose to ignore it.
"If you dare to leave this room, I will... I will wake Guoguo up!" A muffled voice came from under the quilt.
Yang Fan had no choice but to turn around and return to his previous position.
Only then did Aunt Thirteen stick her head out from under the quilt.
As soon as she came out, she saw Yang Fan lift the quilt and pick up Guoguo.
gone!
Aunt Thirteen quickly threw off the quilt, got out of bed, put on her cotton slippers, and followed Yang Fan: "Give Guoguo back to me..."
"I'm returning it to you so go to sleep. It's getting late." Yang Fan glanced at Guoguo, who was sleeping in his arms and didn't even know she was taken away and sold. He turned around and walked back and put her back on the bed.
Aunt Thirteen obediently returned to bed, hid under the covers and asked Yang Fan: "Why didn't Qianqian come tonight? Did you have another fight?"
"She has her own things to do." Yang Fan covered Guoguo with a blanket.
"What's the matter?" asked Aunt Thirteen.
"Being friends doesn't mean you have to tell each other everything. You have to have your own time and space," said Yang Fan.
"That's not necessarily true. Someone who likes you would want you to take care of her more and care about everything." Aunt Thirteen disagreed with Yang Fan's opinion.
Yang Fan originally wanted to say that you seem like a love expert, but your life is so miserable, but he didn't say it in the end.
It's a bit hurtful.
Seeing that Yang Fan didn't say anything, Thirteenth Aunt said, "If I were a few years younger, I would definitely admire you. You seem to be really good, but you just lack the starting point."
Yang Fan knew that she wanted to say that he came from a poor family, but was afraid that this would hurt his self-esteem, so he changed his words.
"Well, but it's okay. I don't envy those who have a high starting point." Yang Fan was very calm.
"You must have suffered a lot when you were a child. You worked so hard, but in the end you found that it was all in vain." Aunt Thirteen asked.
"Well, I've suffered a lot and been depressed. Now things are pretty good. Working at a TV station is a job I like." Yang Fan sat on a chair, leaning back, chatting with Aunt Thirteen.
You can coax her to sleep by telling her stories or chatting with her.
"Xiaofan, have you joined the party?" Aunt Thirteen suddenly asked.
"I've been admitted to university." Yang Fan replied.
"Do you want to take the civil service exam?" Aunt Thirteen became interested.
"No thanks. I like my current job very much." Yang Fan knew what Aunt Thirteen was going to say next and politely rejected her kindness.
Thirteenth Aunt was a little disappointed: "I think you are quite suitable for a career in politics. You have ideas and can make achievements. You will be promoted quickly."
"The prerequisite is to marry Qianqian, right?" Yang Fan asked.
Thirteenth Aunt shook her head and said with a little pride: "My father is also very capable. My grandmother is in Yanjing now and has not retired yet. She said that we have to wait until my father arrives in Beijing before we can talk about it."
"So I'm a little envious of your family." Yang Fan exclaimed: "It's true that people from the same family are alike. I'm lucky to meet you. Even if it's sad, it's still love."
"What nonsense are you talking about? What's sad or not? It really ruins the scenery." Thirteenth Aunt said angrily. What do you mean by traveling to the human world for a stunning banquet to see the beauty of the world? It should be traveling to the human world for a stunning banquet to chat and laugh without being moved.
Does this guy have no emotions? His eyes are clearly full of amazement when he looks at others, but he can sit in meditation like an old monk, remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapses in front of him.
"Let's not talk about it anymore." Yang Fan smiled.
Aunt Thirteen asked, "Do you know what love is?"
"I know. Love between men and women, in layman's terms, is the mating of men and women." Yang Fan said.
Thirteenth Aunt's face suddenly showed a trace of red, and she picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at Yang Fan: "I'm not asking you this, I'm asking, do you know what love is?"
Yang Fan wondered: "Isn't this the same question?"
Thirteenth Aunt blushed so much that she crawled into the bed and said loudly, "I mean, do you understand what love is?"