Some people are kissing her lips, soft, with a taste that makes her intoxicated. Others are saying, "Fang Yan, get up."

Get up, Fang Yan.

She suddenly opened her eyes. A moonlight, a darkness. In the dark, her black nightdress was almost integrated with the hazy night. She lifted the pink quilt and stood up. Just barefoot. In fact, the quilt was originally white, but today it was specially changed into pink by Shen Cheng. There is a pink rabbit on it, which can best meet the little girl's dream bubble and girl's heart.

She walked barefoot on the cold floor.

Someone once warned her not to walk barefoot. She would have dysmenorrhea. After she tasted the pain, she changed her bad habit, put on fluffy and warm slippers, and insisted on drinking red ginger sugar water every day in winter.

The slightly cool wind blew over, and the slightly cold raised her furry and wide black sleeves. She didn't care. Just walk by yourself.

The room was empty and she was alone.

That's strange. She just thought someone was.

Is it an illusion?

No, it's impossible. The feeling that lips want to touch is so real and familiar. Who? Who is it? Cao Ming? Are you back?

At this time, she suddenly found that there was still a figure sitting at the head of the bed. She was scared out of her wits. She stayed for a long time. Looking at the figure without moving, she came forward and tentatively photographed it. Unexpectedly, the man turned around.

That face is her most familiar Ren: Cao Ming.

He smiled haggardly: "in fact, I'm not dead at all."

"Actually, I'm not dead at all."

Fang Yan turned on all the lights in the room. The room was as bright as day. His shadow was very obvious. Fang Yan proved that Cao Ming was not a ghost with her childish guess. She couldn't wait to roll into his arms. Her little face was pink, "villain, where have you been? Do you know how hard you think these days? "

Cao Ming kissed Fang Yan's eyes and licked all her tears into his mouth: "I know it worries you. Look, I'm not coming back."

Seeing Cao Ming, Fang Yan was even more aggrieved. A person can bite his teeth and stick to it in front of outsiders. But in front of the closest and most loving people, even a small thing will make her feel very wronged.

Seeing this, Cao Ming took the other party into his arms, and wanted to melt the other party's small body into his own body.

"Why didn't you come to me? Why didn't you come today?" Fang Yan lies in Cao Ming's arms crying, her voice full of sobs.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have come to you so late." Cao Ming patted Fang Yan on the back like comfort, and he felt unspeakable heartache in his tone.

Then Cao Ming looked at the little thing in his arms and couldn't help kissing each other's forehead: "this time, I know you're in Dali because of the photo on the Internet. My little baby is powerful. It can be brought up by a strange partner, so that others can't ignore it. "

Fang Yan raised her head and looked at Cao Ming: "take me with you."

Cao Ming was stunned and his smile froze.

Fang Yan said again, "take me with you."

Cao Ming's smile became a little complicated, and his hand slapping Fang Yan on the back became stiff: "it's better for you to be here."

When Fang Yan heard Cao Ming say this, her tears came down again: "why don't you like me?"

Fang Yan thought of the past, and she was even more wronged.

The two haven't seen each other for a long time. Cao Ming is most afraid of each other's tears. Reach out and wipe away the tears on Fang Yan's face: "I promise you, I'll take you tomorrow."

Cao Ming promised Yan, but his words were mixed with a touch of deep pain.

Seeing that the other Party promised herself, Fang Yan happily rubbed into the other party's arms and rubbed in the other party's arms like a cat, not to mention how cute it looked.

Cao Ming holds Fang Yan in his arms. It's just over one o'clock now. It's still long late at night. Cao Ming coaxed Fang Yan to sleep and looked into each other's eyes.

The next day, Fang Yan woke up at dawn. She didn't forget her appointment with Cao Ming and was ready to pack up her things and leave with Cao Ming.

However, when she woke up and touched the position around her, it was cold and cold, and there was no temperature that had been lying down. Fang Yan tried to call each other's name and promised only the cold and ruthless reality.

Looking blankly at the empty room, Fang Yan didn't know whether what happened last night was a real reality or an empty dream.

Rubbed her forehead. She drank a lot of wine last night. Maybe it was a dream. But the dream was so real that she believed it.

Fang Yan looked at the black sky behind the curtain, and the clock on the wall showed 4:30. Fang Yan sat in bed dully, and her disappointment after the dream swept through her spiritual world.

Lying in bed, Fang Yan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Reaching out to touch the place where Cao Ming lay in the dream, Fang Yan closed her eyes and a line of clear tears flowed into the pillow below her cheeks.

In this way, Fang Yan lay down from 4:30 to 8:00 and washed her face in the bathroom. Her eyes were red and swollen like a peach.

Sitting in the lobby eating with others, Fang Yan kept her head down for fear that others would see her eyes. However, Fang Yan is the front desk receptionist. She doesn't know how many people she wants to see in a day. Just standing at the front desk and looking up, people still find eye problems.

"What happened to my eyes? I cried last night?" Shen Cheng was the first to notice Fang Yan's eyes.

Fang Yan said, "I think of some past events. It's okay."

Fang Yan's hand didn't stop. Shen Cheng grabbed the other party's calculator: "I'll come. Go to the kitchen and find ice."

"No, it'll be fine in a minute." Fang Yan doesn't want Shen Cheng to help herself.

"Go." Shen Cheng's words unconsciously brought the smell of doting: "the front desk needs to see many guests. You'll scare them away. I thought our inn abused employees. "

Fang Yan rubbed her eyes: "OK."

When she came to the kitchen, Fang Yan asked the chef for some ice. The chef in the kitchen likes each other very much. He often chats in the lobby after work.

The chef who took the ice also saw Fang Yan's eyes and immediately knew why she wanted the ice. He boldly wrapped several ice cubes in cotton gauze and handed them to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan thanked and sat aside to put ice on her eyes.

Just after breakfast, the chefs have time to rest. The chef sat opposite Fang Yan and brought her some food: "cried last night?"

Fang Yan is very relaxed when she gets along with others in the inn. Took a piece of cake and tasted it: "yes, so many people celebrated my birthday last night. Of course I was excited."

"Ha ha ha." Fang Yan's words attracted several people in the kitchen to laugh: "you are so funny."

After applying ice, Fang Yan felt her eyes were much better. After a few chefs had a leisurely time, they began to prepare the ingredients for noon again. Fang Yan looked at the busy people and left the kitchen when her eyes felt better.

Fang Yan returns to the front desk. Shen Cheng is seriously checking the information. The scene was very much like Fang Yan's first visit here. At a glance, she saw the inn with warm lights. In the inn, the young boss checked one by one with two notebooks behind the counter.

"Boss, I'll come." Fang Yan stepped forward.

Shen Cheng looked at Fang Yan and put his eyes back on the book in front of him: "I'm almost finished. Take a break first."

Fang Yan had to sit aside and look at Shen Cheng's serious side face. Fang Yan supported her head. I think of the small yard I went to yesterday. An old woman and a child live together, carrying a family alone. It should be very tired.

"What do you think I'm so absorbed in? I'll be embarrassed by you." Shen Cheng joked.

Fang Yan smiled: "boss, did you open this inn yourself?"

Shen Cheng paused for a moment and didn't understand why the other party asked himself, "yes, it's a college graduation loan."

Fang Yan nodded thoughtfully, "so it is."

Fang Yan suddenly thinks of another person. She doesn't know how he has become. She should develop well after she leaves.

Fang Yan sighed: "it's really nice to have an inn with an endless stream of guests and sit together at night to talk about a day."

Looking at Fang Yan's look full of longing, Shen Cheng choked back his words: as the landlady, this inn is yours.