The boss of the fast travel system will always be the boss

Chapter 469 Fanwai's body belongs to the country, but his heart belongs to Qing (the finale)

Mrs. Yaran passed away, and the whole country mourned.

On the day of the funeral, many celebrities came out to see them off.

Zhou Maohua, the leader, looked very energetic today, holding the photo with gentle eyes.

Mrs. Yaran was cremated. When Zhou Maohua held her urn, his eyes flashed and his body staggered.

After the funeral, Zhou Maohua became seriously ill.

……

Zhou Maohua hugged the book he once wrote to her, looking through it with tender eyes.

But since the day she died, his physical condition has also started to get worse...

In fact, five years after Li An kindly passed away, Zhou Maohua also passed away after writing his last love letter.

That day, the sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom, and he seemed to see her under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

That day was the day Mrs. Yaran passed away.

Five years ago, she died on that day.

Five years later, he also left with her days.

What he can rest assured is that he is on the reincarnation road and she is not there.

What he was worried about was also on the reincarnation road, she was not there.

The moment An Haoxin left the plane, she heard such a sentence in her mind.

"Delete 34748 plane-related memories."

An Haoxin's eyes shrank suddenly, she then moved her mouth, but in the end she still didn't say anything, she closed her eyes and sighed softly.

After many, many years, An Haoxin has left the organization and talked and laughed to various planes.

She came to a plane by chance, and she wondered why there were so many sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in this plane.

When she arrived, it happened to be the season when the sweet-scented osmanthus trees were in bloom, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus filled the streets.

"Are you going to open a coffee shop here?" Tan Xiao naturally has a pet image as a pet, a chubby big orange is hiding on the coffee table.

An kindly glanced at him, "Go down, the cat hair is all over it."

Talking and laughing, her coffee shop is very distinctive.

But she is just the boss, not the shop assistant.

The clerk asked a few people to come over, and she took her mobile phone and planned to find a TV series to watch.

""Osmanthus Fragrance"? This is quite suitable for the occasion." Thinking of the overwhelming fragrance of osmanthus outside, An Hao couldn't help but said, and then clicked in to read.

After reading it, she felt a little strange, and always felt that it revealed a touch of familiarity.

Thinking of this, she shook her head, how could it be possible.

In the end, she flipped through the documentary and saw the interpretation of "The Biography of Mrs. Yaran", the interpretation of "The Biography of Mr. Prime Minister"...the interpretation of the biographies of various characters...

She emmmed, because she was interested, she clicked in and read it to learn more about this plane.

She shook her head, it was strange that this plane became more and more familiar.

Anhao got up and touched the big orange that Tanxiao had turned into, talked to the clerk, and then walked out of the coffee shop. The air was filled with the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

She was shopping, looking at the shops around, and found that there were many cheongsam and Hanfu shops all over the street.

"Today is the 150th anniversary of the marriage between Mr. Prime Minister and Mr. Yaran. I wish the lovers love and get married in the end."

An Haoxin raised her head subconsciously when she heard the words, and saw such a sentence projected from the flower shop next to her.

She tilted her head, shrugged and came to the square.

The autumn wind was a bit chilly, she hugged herself subconsciously, she would have brought a coat if she knew it earlier.

At this time, I heard a voice, which was low and hoarse.

"My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurses
the disease,

Feeding on that which doth
preserve the ill,

Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,

Angry that his preions are not kept,

Hath left me,

and I desperate now approve
Desire is death,

which physical did except.”

An Haoxin was in a daze for a moment after listening, and she slowly came to the place where the sound originated.

A young boy was reciting a chapter that had just been read, An kindly tilted his head, and the green voice made people couldn't help chuckling.

An Hao laughed loudly, the boy subconsciously turned around and saw the beautiful sister, blushing and hurried away.

An Hao covered her mouth and snickered, and the real British accent sounded in the ear of Happy, who was reading what she just said.

She froze for a moment, turned around and noticed a man sitting behind him, holding an English book of Shakespeare in his hand.

The man has a handsome appearance, short hair swaying in the wind, a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, and a windbreaker. He has a strong bookish atmosphere.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, elegant and easy-going.

An Hao blinked, and then came over to apologize in embarrassment.

"Sorry to bother you."

The man smiled and said, "It's okay, but do you understand? Few people are willing to read these literary works now."

Having said that, he sighed,

An kindly nodded to show that she understood, and the man closed the book and stared at her curiously.

"Can you translate it, thank you."

The man seemed to be testing her, An Hao thought for a while and replied.

"My love is a fever that longs for

The one side that can make it long-term maintenance,

Take a medicine that maintains the disease,
Perpetuates a morbid appetite that is changeable.

Reason (the doctor who healed my love)

Angry that I did not obey the orders he gave me,

throw me down, make me despair,
Because of the desire not to believe in medicine,
I know, it's a dead end. "

The man chuckled and nodded.

"Thank you, great translation."

After speaking, he got up.

"Huh? Are you leaving?"

An asked kindly, and the man said, "Yes, I'm going back to the library."

"Are you an employee of the library?"

"No, it's the curator." The man smiled gently, An Haoxin still nodded and watched him leave.

After the man walked out of the square, he turned his head to look at An Haoxin who was standing there with bright eyes.

It was a strange feeling, as if he had known her for a long time.

An kindly returned to the coffee shop, the clerk left after get off work, the coffee shop is open 24 hours, and she was the only one talking and laughing at the big orange cat at night.

An Haoxin never sleeps now, she flips through a novel that is particularly popular in this plane.

Osmanthus fragrans trilogy, authored by Fanghua.

The writing is quite good, An Haoxin really likes the writing style of the other party.

"Wow..." It was raining outside, An Haoxin couldn't help frowning, this trick...

Sure enough, someone rushed in from the outside, and An kindly met him face to face.

An Haoxin was silent for a moment, "..."

This should be the standard male protagonist's treatment, but the man laughed.

"It seems that we are destined."

An kindly closed the novel, invited him to sit by the coffee bar, made him a cup of ginger tea and gave him a clean towel.

"Thank you." The man said politely, and An kindly pouted.

"Oh, for the money."

The man paused and said, "Okay."

Then An kindly flipped through the book again, and the man noticed the book she was reading.

"Is it the "Osmanthus" trilogy?" The man asked curiously, and An Hao nodded subconsciously.

The man then said, "The "Osmanthus" trilogy is about the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's wife."

An Hao paused when she heard the words, she closed the book and looked at him.

"It seems that their stories are very famous?"

The man was a little shocked, "You don't know?"

An Hao frowned, tilted her head and looked at him, "You must know."

The man thought for a while and shook his head. He introduced himself, "I am the curator of Richeng Library, and my name is Guo Hua. About the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's wife, let me tell you the story."

Guo Hua began to tell the story, and An Haoxin also listened to it all night. The dim light cast an unusual meaning on the two of them.

After Guo Hua finished speaking, he realized that it was already morning. He was shocked, but he didn't stay long because he had to go to the library. An kindly watched him leave.

"How do you feel after hearing this story?"

An kindly glanced at Tan Tan and smiled, "I don't think so."

After speaking, An kindly turned on the coffee machine and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Since meeting Guo Hua, her coffee shop has become more lively.

When Guo Hua came every day, An kindly made him a cup of tea or coffee.

Guo Hua will also bring new stories to her...

An Haoxin finally said to him one night, "I'm leaving, don't come here again."

Guo Hua was stunned, and she was really gone the next day.

He stared blankly at the place where her coffee shop used to be, but now it has become a fruit shop, he pursed his lips and did not speak.

"what happened to you?"

Tanxiao regained his human form and looked at An Haoxin, An Haoxin looked at the plane behind him, his eyes flickered,

"When did it happen?" An asked kindly, shrinking back with a smile.

"What did you say?"

"When I stepped into this plane, your expression changed."

An Haoxin's tone was very cold, and she didn't dare to answer while chatting and laughing.

Seeing An's kind eyes getting colder, he talked and smiled and surrendered, "It's Sen's fault! He wants to know what kind of person you are and what your emotions are like. So he took this plane as an experiment and threw you into it."

An Haoxin pursed her lips tightly, then opened her mouth and sighed.

She turned around and was about to leave, but stopped halfway, and found it strange to talk and laugh, and turned her head to find that she was already in tears.

"Finish"

　This extra chapter is over, and there are still [-] words left!Ahhh, bald head.It took three days to write, which is really fast.

　　A total of more than [-] words
　　
　
(End of this chapter)