Sweet and sweet! Mr. Bo is paranoid and hard to control.

When parting with Su Yifeng, An Yin saw his lost and lonely look and wanted to say a few words of comfort. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. In the end, they both said "goodbye" and went back to their dormitories.

As usual, she was the only one in the dormitory.

An Yin dialed Ms. An's phone number.

It only rang twice and the call was connected.

"Mom." An Yin called coquettishly.

Anying on the other end of the phone noticed that her daughter was a little abnormal. The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not talk about An Yin returning the key.

"My baby misses her mother!" An Ying's voice was gentle, like a summer breeze, gently blowing through An Yin's heart, easing An Yin's depressed mood.

"Yeah." An Yin said.

"Then, my dear daughter, can you tell me if she is having any troubles? Can you tell her to her mother?" An Ying spoke slowly and gently.

An Yin likes her mother's way of communicating very much. An Ying is not as tough as other parents. When communicating with her, she can always look at the problem from An Yin's perspective and even help An Yin analyze the problem.

"Su Yifeng likes me." An Yin lay on the bed, staring at the dim yellow ceiling without blinking.

After saying these words, there was no shyness on her face. Perhaps it was because she had no feelings for Su Yifeng between men and women.

"I know." An Ying was not surprised at all. At that time, she even hinted at her daughter.

Moreover, she could tell during her hospitalization that every time Su Yifeng came to the ward, she would always look at her daughter immediately, her eyes as hot as a fire.

The love of one's youth cannot be hidden at all, and the flaws are revealed from the eyes.

"I just made it clear to him, asking him not to waste his time on me." An Yin didn't know what love felt like. The only thing she was sure of was that she had no such intentions for Su Yifeng.

An Yin has a simple mind and is unwilling to hurt others. An Ying knows her daughter's character well.

Besides, you can't force things about feelings. Since your daughter doesn't have any thoughts about Su Yifeng, it would be better to make it clear earlier. Being sloppy will only make the other party fall deeper into trouble.

"Then why are you unhappy?" An Ying said leisurely.

"The senior is very nice, but I feel cruel." An Yin expressed his inner thoughts.

"Silly boy." An Ying smiled slightly and whispered softly, "Even if you don't like him, don't sympathize with him, you know?"

"Why." An Yin didn't understand, and then she put the phone to her ear and turned on the hands-free.

"For a man, you don't have to like him, but you can't agree to his request out of sympathy. This hurts a man's self-esteem!"

An Yin blinked his big bright eyes in confusion.

"Actually, I think Xiao Su is a pretty good kid, sunny, handsome, and sincere to others." An Ying didn't hear her daughter's voice and kept to herself to express her inner thoughts.

"But I don't like him." An Ying pouted her delicate little mouth and said gloomily.

"Mom doesn't force you to like him. I'm just curious. If you don't like a boy as good as Xiao Su, can you tell mom what type of boy you like?" As a mother, her daughter is at the age of budding emotions. Generally speaking, An Ying is more or less worried about her simple-minded daughter, fearing that she will be deceived by boys' sweet talk, and fearing that she will be hurt physically and mentally when she encounters unkind people.

What type of boys do you like?

An Yin thought about what Ms. An said, looking serious.

"I don't know." Finally, An Yin shook his head in confusion. "Like" and "love" between men and women are just two illusory words to her now.

"When you meet someone you like in the future, you will know it naturally." An Ying coaxed her daughter.

An Yin actually wanted to ask Ms. An: What does it feel like to like someone? After condensing for a moment, An Yin did not ask any questions.

Over the years, neighbors living in the same building would come to their house from time to time. In this case, An Yin would be driven to the bedroom by Ms. An. However, the sound insulation effect of their house was not good, and the discussion in the hall would still be heard. What came to her ears was that on the street where they lived, a certain boss took a fancy to Ms. An, so he sent someone to ask Ms. An what she thought.

Especially during the holidays, there are several rounds of matchmaking in a day.

We are all neighbors. An Ying didn't want to say anything too harsh, so even when she refused, she was polite, which made others think she was shy.

After seeing Ms. An resisting the blind date, An Yin just thought that she no longer had illusions about men. But later when he saw her holding the old box with a caring expression on her face, An Yin realized in a daze that Ms. An had obsessions, so why not? Can you tolerate others?

An Ying and An Ying had a tacit understanding and did not continue this topic.

Anying knew that her daughter was thoughtful and could vaguely guess what she wanted to ask next, but in the end she didn't say anything. Such a caring daughter made Anying feel guilty, but there was nothing she could do. Anying didn't want to expose her. This layer of window paper. An Ying didn't want to tell her daughter about those bloody memories.

Finally, the topic turned to An Ying's condition.

"Mom, the doctor told you before that you should take a good rest, take your medicine on time, and don't forget to check up." An Yin's tone became tough when she mentioned this matter, because she was afraid that Ms. An would be disobedient and not take care of her body.

"I know, mom will take care of herself." An Ying replied helplessly, as if she had thought of something, and quickly warned, "On your side, winter is about to come, so remember to put down the quilt early to avoid catching a cold."

An Yin has been afraid of the cold since she was a child, and her constitution is weaker than ordinary people. She gets sick easily in winter. For this reason, An Ying often takes her daughter to see an old Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe medicine and help her nurse her health. After all these years, she has never seen her. Effectiveness.

"Okay, I know." An Yinjiao said perfunctorily.

"If you have time, remember to buy a down jacket. Girls should also dress up."

"Mom will transfer some money to you later, so don't always think about saving money..."

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On the other side of the phone, An Ying continued to give instructions.

An Yin interrupted her directly, "Mom, I've written it all down. Go to bed quickly. Goodbye."

After ending the phone call, An Yin glanced at WeChat and saw that Ms. An had transferred three thousand yuan.

I didn't want to accept it, but I was afraid that Ms. An would call me again and complain about it, so An Yin clicked on the payment.

As the sky got dark, An Yin came to the desk and wanted to read for a while, but his mind was always out of control. He was thinking about rejecting Su Yifeng, and was curious about what was in Ms. An's old box.

She simply closed the book and went to wash up first.

She just went to the bathroom, and her cell phone on the desk kept vibrating with no intention of stopping.

The person on the other end of the phone kept dialing An Yin's number.

An Yin spent a little longer in the bathroom this time. It was already half an hour after she washed her hair and then blow-dried it.