Chapter 134:

Bite it down.
you win.
You proved love by restraint.
Why should we stage a farce of homomorphic revenge, how much pain you give me, how much pain I reward you, torture each other, and entangle. It was precisely because I realized the unbearable taste of over-request that I didn't want to see the unnecessary pain continue.
Zheng Feiyu, I may not be able to forgive you so decisively today and here, but I am willing to let the grudges be written off from scratch.
As long as love is still there.
However, this thought was fleeting, and before being conveyed, it was consumed by heavy darkness.
When He An woke up and opened his eyes, what Cheng learned from Cheng Xiu's mouth was Zheng Fei's return to Yuanjiang. He sat on the bed alone, hugging his knees, and looking at the pale ceiling, showing a blank and confused expression.
A flash of lightning broke through the rain cloud, and the snow outside the window was as bright as day, and as dark as night.
The thunder was long overdue, the rainstorm poured down, and the temperature dropped by seven or eight degrees.
Suddenly, Lilan heard a thunder, like a little snail looking for a shell, using both hands and feet, slowly crawling into He An's arms for comfort, and messed up a little curl. He An kept guarding her without any hesitation, and patted her back, until the rain was getting lighter and the sky was getting brighter.
After Suzuran fell asleep, He An opened the cabinet and took out a dusty cotton bag.
Remove the layers of cotton and lay a thin glass tube inside.
A wooden stopper, two or three milliliters of liquid, dark red like blood, can be placed in front of the nose and can smell a sweet floral fragrance. A label was attached to the glass tube, and a line was written with a light blue ballpoint pen:
Pheromone Extraction Diluent, Omega90795, Patient: He An.
This is the only original pheromone that he has left. It was used to soothe the lily of the valley just after the operation, and there are still a few milliliters left. It's important.
At least, Zheng Feiyu should need it more.
He An stayed out of the umbrella, went to the pharmacy to buy a muscle cream, then diverted to the post office, wrapped the glass tube with the muscle cream, and attached a small card with only two words:
treasure.
He didn't know the address of Zheng Feiyu's private house, so he filled in the address of Jiusheng Twin Tower in the address box.
It ’s not a relative, it ’s not a commercial VIP. Maybe the package will be intercepted halfway and thrown in the trash. It will not be delivered to Zheng Feiyu at all. However, this is the last thing he can do to help Zheng Feiyu Already.
After the shower, Fushu remained.
The sultry day broke free of the time, and the day became longer than the day.
He An didn't ask about the world, and he took care of Qingguo Inn wholeheartedly. He tried his best to control his mind and not let himself think about the future. In his life, with a torn and fragile body, it is hard to find a complete destination. If the relationship between Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu really changes in the future, is this small harbor in Qingguo Inn still suitable for a long stay?
Not suitable, where can I go?
He has no answer.
Cheng Xiu noticed the lowness of He An, but couldn't see him through. He always got a gentle smile and a faint "Nothing" when he wanted to ask what he was asking.
He asked Dai Xiao to ask, and naturally couldn't ask for the result.
The turn of events happened at the end of July. This day, a new guest came to Qingguo Inn.
It wasn't unusual at all.
The inn is a place for people to rest. It is destined to welcome them. The daily residents are different from yesterday. Even the affectionate person like He An has to face all kinds of strangers day by day.
This new guest is a bit special.
When he arrived early in the morning, He An held the lily of the valley as usual and stood on the curved stone arch bridge to watch the ducks. On the small street along the river behind, the trunk wheel of the suitcase rolled over the bluestone slab, making a rattling noise from far to near.
He An was ready for a courteous smile, turned his head, and froze in place.
The visitor was a gentle and elderly gentleman, about 40 or 50 years old, with a slender figure, wearing a pair of gold-framed glasses, and a slight crow's feet pattern around the eyes. He stood in the light, just standing, doing nothing, and couldn't hide the elegant scroll.
When his eyes met, he naturally smiled at He An, his eyes were so warm, with unusual care and sympathy.
For some reason, He An was looked at by him, and his cheeks became slightly warm, urging, "Hello, hello."
"Hello there."