Sikongyan was panicked for a moment.

He was still holding the thermometer in his hand, sitting by the bed and looking at her in a daze.

Nanchen only showed his little head, his clear eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted. He looked very aggrieved.

Sikongyan thought that he must have done too much, but Ying Shiyao was not called by him, but Wu Yi. Due to business relationships, they had to discuss together.

Every time Ying Shiyao makes intimate actions to him, he never refutes it, just walks away coldly.

Next time he must be clear and cold, saying to her, "Stay away from me."

"Take the medicine." He handed her water and capsules.

Nanchen crawled out of the quilt, and Sikongyan felt that the light in her eyes was about to flow out, "I'll let her get out next time," he said.

After Nan Chen swallowed the medicine, he suddenly looked at him, "I betrayed you."

Sikongyan blinked, his thin lips slightly opened, but no sound came out.

"I went to meet a painter."

Sikongyan's expression obviously relaxed. He thought that since Nanchen was willing to tell him, it would be nothing.

He wanted to settle her down, but Nanchen insisted on sitting.

"It's the one I mentioned to you and praised my paintings." He paused, "It was seen more than ten o'clock in the night. It was in the bar."

Sikongyan's expression was a little sad.

"I came back in the middle of the night and went downstairs of your company."

Sikongyan was silent for a long time. He wanted to say 'Sleep, what else to say tomorrow', but what he blurted out was, "Did you fall in love with him?"

Nan Chen shook his head, "How could it be?" As she said, she seemed to remember something, approached Sikongyan, looked at his chin carefully, and then rubbed it. Sikongyan was inexplicably made by her and stroked her jaw.

"You said, are there any men in this world who have no beards, not at all."

"The person you met, didn't you?"

Nanchen nodded, "Maybe it was because I had put on makeup, and I didn't reach out to touch it, but it looked like I didn't."

"Maybe some people just don't have a long time." Sikongyan didn't want to discuss other men with her, so he pressed her down and lay down, and he also got into the quilt. He guessed that Nan Chen must be angry with him and would go to see that colleague. "You're not allowed to run out at night, do you hear?"

Nan Chen nodded obediently and nested into his arms like a kitten. She actually wanted to discuss Amberchuan with Sikongyan, and even wanted to tell all the meetings at the funeral home, but in the end she said nothing.

When she woke up the next day, she found herself hugging Sikongyan's thigh. Sikongyan had woken up at some point and leaned against the bedside to watch the news. Perhaps because she was afraid of waking her up, she kept in this position without moving.

"Do you want to see my perfume bottle?" Nanchen asked.

Sikongyan lowered his eyes, "Okay."

Nanchen had a runny nose, but the fever had subsided.

The sun shines on the easel, and a snail with green skin is carrying a transparent brown shell.

"Why is it green?" Sikong Yan asked with a smile, but he didn't really want to know the answer.

Nanchen suddenly realized this, yes, she unconsciously drew the snail green.

"This makes it more forest-like," she said.

Sikongyan rubbed her hair pamperedly and said, "Go and wash."

Nanchen went there obediently, and she felt that even if she painted the snail red, Sikongyan would not say anything.

After having breakfast, Sikongyan did not rush to go to the company, but instead sat in front of the easel and looked at the snail bottle. Nanchen crawled onto his legs with his nose, curled up like a cat and leaned in his arms.

Sikongyan's eyes suddenly widened slightly, but this trace of surprise flashed by. Perhaps because she was sick, she became particularly clingy. He hugged her, as if she was holding a small ball of cotton candy.

The sun shines on Nanchen's back, and the sun is hot.

She closed her eyes and smelled the smell on Sikongyan's shirt. The sunlight steamed the fibers of the clothes to the smell of trees.

He looks like a big tree.

She thought so. So what is she? The sunflowers enjoying the coolness under the tree?

In order to be with him, she gave up the sunshine.

"Which tree or sun do you want to be?" she suddenly asked softly.

Sikongyan didn't understand the meaning of this question, but he still answered, "Tree."

"Why? But I am a sunflower. If you are a tree, I can't circle around you."

"That's a tree, too." Sikongyan said seriously, "Don't you revolve around me."

Nan Chen smiled slightly.

The hair appears brown in the light and shadow.

She fell asleep on Sikongyan's legs.

When she woke up, she was left alone in the villa. There were colorful puddings piled up on the small cabinet beside the bed, and a small note from Sikongyan, "I'll come back when it's dark, be good."

Nanchen stared at the notes for a long time and felt like a child waiting for her parents to come home from get off work.

This kind of life is also good, and I feel very warm and stable.

There is no need to go outside to cloak the rain, but there is nothing missing.

She continued to draw perfume bottles, this time in the shape of sunflower.

Amberchuan: Little Sunflower, come and listen to the story

Although Nanchen seemed to hear his enchanting voice through the screen.

Light, whispering, like coming from the grass.

Nanchen: No

She replied almost without hesitation. She thought the other party would tangle, but she didn't.

Recalling the pointed, smooth and delicate jaw of Amber River.

She felt that he was more like a snake, a beauty snake.

About ten minutes later, Amberchuan sent a long sentence.

——When you see me now, you must not guess what kind of child I was when I was a child. How hypocritical and timid I was.

I tried my best to make everyone happy and make them like me.

I am a redundant existence at home. Many times I think that I would be very happy without my parents. Their eyes looked at me like I was a pile of garbage that could not be cleaned up.

I sleep in the kitchen. I have a dirty cushion. Every day when I come home from school, I sit on it and read books. At night, I curl up and sleep. There is a trash can next to me. But I can't stuff myself in.

Little Sunflower, can you understand how I feel?—

Nanchen couldn't tell what it felt like. There was no empathy in the world, unless something similar happened to her. Subconsciously, she forwarded this text to Qingyan.

Qingyan: I understand very much

Nanchen replied to Amberchuan: I understand very much

Amberchuan: Tell me about your childhood

Nanchen sent it to Qingyan again.

Qingyan: I don’t even deserve to make a bunch of garbage.

I was just a grain of dust floating in this world. The world was a huge garbage dump. I had been walking in the darkness and stinking for twenty-two years. I was not born like this since I can remember.

Nanchen sent Qingyan's words to Amberchuan.

She asked Qingyan: Let him add you?

Qingyan: No

Nanchen: But I feel like you are having a lot of chat

Qingyan: I don't want to be more disappointed

For some reason, after seeing Nanchen copying the past reply, Amberchuan fell silent.

Perhaps with his cunning feeling like a snake, he realized that these words were not from Nanchen's mouth? He was angry that he was shared with his childhood secrets without his consent?

Nanchen didn't care about his feelings.

She outlined the shapes of melon seeds on the sunflower bottle.

It was dark and the big villain came back. She suddenly looked forward to it and felt very lonely.

She won't stay at home tomorrow.

——I go to school every day in bright and beautiful school uniforms. My classmates all think I am doing well. If they knew that I was sleeping in the kitchen, they wouldn’t believe it.

I worked hard to study and had excellent academic performance. Only my physical education scores were poor, and my cockroach-like days year after year weakened my physique. So, you will feel that I was very thin.

Little Sunflower, don't bully me.

Like mung bean sprouts, I became the object of my classmates' anger. Of course, I have other nicknames, but they are not as good as this one. There is a boy named Xiaoliang who always deliberately throws the textbook on the ground, and I am knocking it off and asking me to pick it up. Every time I bend down to pick it up, and then humbly say sorry to him.

I always laughed when I did this.
To be continued...