Chapter 264

Xiao'an raised his head silently, looked at pangyi, looked at pangyi's hand tightly holding the spoon, and looked at pangyi's silent and stiff face. Somehow, he felt sad and wronged. Without waiting for his aunt to speak again, xiao'an was so busy that he walked over, pulling her out, and said with a smile: "Auntie, let's ignore him, let's go outside and speak well. ”

"it's been a long time since our children left home. No one has spoken to my aunt." At the moment, aunt and Little Ann went out laughing and talking.

Pang Yi is the only one left in the room. He looks at the bowl of ginseng and chicken soup on the small table in silence. The man who just had a lot of food just now has no appetite. He pushes the bowl away in silence, sits so stiff for a while, and then gets into the quilt.

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My aunt is really talkative. I can talk to xiao'an as a stranger. She is sleepy. She has never said so much to anyone. Her cheeks are very sour. She wanted to go back to the house for a long time, but she didn't speak. One is afraid of sweeping my aunt's interest. The other is uncertain about pangyi Did she sleep? She was really embarrassed to face Pang Yi who was awake, so she talked to her aunt about this time.

Aunt yawned and went back to the room to sleep. Xiao'an washed her face and went back to the room. She was afraid to wake pangyi, so she went into the room in the dark without lighting a candle. According to her memory, she held the wall and touched the Kang little by little. Then she held the Kang and rubbed it inside little by little. After a few steps of fruiting, she felt something warm

Next second, Xiao an suddenly took back his hand.

"You Why do you sleep here? " Hearing the sound of turning over on the Kang, Xiao an knew pangyi was awake. He rubbed his hands and chatted, "didn't he sleep in this afternoon?"

"You sleep inside." In the dark, Pang Yi said in a deep voice.

"Oh." Xiao'an agreed in a low voice, and climbed up the Kang carefully for fear of touching the man's face again.

In fact, she was reluctant to share the Kang with Pang Yi, but there was no other room in the aunt's house. She could not sit in the outer hall all night. In such a cold day, it must be frozen, and it would inevitably lead to uncle's suspicion, and even more impossible to drive out the sick Pang Yi, so she could only climb on the Kang with a stiff scalp.

In the dark, Pang Yi listened to the rustle of voices coming from his side. He knew it was the voice of Xiao an's taking off his cotton padded jacket. He thought about the appearance of the colorful and unsuitable cotton padded jacket on Xiao an's body. His heart suddenly jumped to his throat. He swallowed the water vigorously and forced himself not to think about it. But with the quilt on his body, it moved up and down Moving, his original not very clear brain suddenly became a mess of paste.

Xiao'an got into the quilt. She thought they were a couple. Naturally, she only prepared a quilt. Of course, xiao'an would not rob pangyi of the quilt. At this time, she pulled a small corner of the quilt to cover her stomach, and then quietly covered her newly removed cotton padded jacket.

"Are you better?" The room was too silent and depressed. There was no other voice except for the two people's gentle breath. Knowing that pangyi was not asleep, xiao'an felt even more depressed. He opened his mouth gently.

"Well." Pang Yi answered without hesitation, and then there was no following.

"Have you drunk ginseng and chicken soup?" Xiao'an asked in a low voice. He had been with pangyi for a long time. He had been used to pangyi's character of sparing words, so xiao'an didn't think pangyi was perfunctory. Now he asked in a low voice.

"No drink." Pang Yi said again, coughing softly.

"Why not? It cost me a penny. " Little an's a little sad. She doesn't really care about the silver. The ginseng chicken soup is made by her eyes. She never points to the noble lady who doesn't touch the yangchunshui. For the first time, she stares at a pot of soup nervously in the kitchen. As soon as it's out of the pot, she brings it to the man and selects the fattest and best chicken leg to add in. However, no one else drinks it at all 。

"I can't drink it," Pang Yi said dully. I don't know if it's because of the cold. He felt his heart was burning. He felt very sad. He pursed his dry lips and buried his face in the quilt. "Don't talk. Go to sleep."