But this ti, not only Jiang Ran’s face, but even her ears turned red.
Jiang Ran refused to lift her head, pretending to be engrossed in drawing, though her sketch was a complete ss.
Standing in the courtyard, Pei Huai stared at Jiang Ran for a while, a smile appearing in his eyes before he turned to leave.
As Pei Huai’s footsteps gradually faded away, Jiang Ran still didn’t dare to lift her head.
She was truly afraid.
What if she looked up and Pei Huai was at the window?
Staring at her own ssy sketch, Jiang Ran took a deep breath, set it aside, and began to draw seriously.
Since she had already ntally drafted it earlier, once she cald down, her strokes beca swift.
Gradually, as she imrsed herself in drawing, her once flushed face returned to its normal color.
Occasionally, Jiang Ran could hear Pei Jing’s laughter.
That was Pei Jing playing with the toy Jiang Ran had brought for him.
The window was open, devoid of sumr’s heat, with no need for a fan, as the autumn breeze occasionally blew in, gently lifting Jiang Ran’s hair, adding a touch of gentleness.
This small courtyard was peaceful, but far away in beishi, the atmosphere in the small snack shop’s backyard was completely different.
The old man who frequently sought Jiang Ran’s dical help was now sitting by the living room table, beside him sat a similarly aged but more vigorous elder.
Opposite them was the rather helpless Chen Bing.
Chen Bing looked at the two elders, unsure of what to say, and could only repeat what he had just said.
"Ranran has already gone ho, probably just got back a day ago. Don’t even think about asking her to co now, or even in a few days; it’s not possible."
"Ranran’s family has a business, a small snack shop, and another one at ho, which is also doing particularly well. There’s also a small wardrobe making clothes, all designed and patterned by Ranran herself."
"Ranran also has a son, only a little over three, not yet four, in kindergarten, and he can’t be without her."
"If it wasn’t for being unable to manage myself before, Jiang Ran wouldn’t have co to beishi at all."
"So, old man, your suggestion of finding an excuse to get Ranran to co to beishi again simply won’t work."
Chen Bing, having said so much in one breath, felt parched, lifted the enal cup on the table, and drank the warm water inside in one gulp.
The water was boiling when it was first poured.
Now it had beco lukewarm.
This shows how long they had been sitting here.
"Chen Bing, it’s not that I want to make things difficult for you." Jiang Tongyuan said with a smile, "Have you looked at this old man beside ? Don’t you think he and Ranran look a bit alike?"
Chen Bing, "???"
Chen Bing took a careful look at the old man next to Jiang Tongyuan, squinted for a long ti, then shook his head, "I don’t see it."
How are they similar?
Ranran is so good-looking!
This old man, although full of vigor, has a face full of wrinkles.
Jiang Tongyuan looked at Chen Bing exasperatedly, "What are your eyes for? Can’t you see anything besides food? Look at the eyes, the nose, the mouth; aren’t they very similar to Ranran’s?"
Chen Bing didn’t appreciate that, "Old man, I call you elder out of respect. When we talk, let’s talk, but let’s not get personal. My eyes... don’t even ntion it, I just love looking at food. Even if I don’t eat it, seeing it makes happy!"
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