I, the first son, became a woman

Everyone was smiling and nodding contentedly.

Only Xia Juan and Ye Ning.

They always sat in the same place and kept silent at the deserted dinner table.

But what are you waiting for.

Until the food on the table is cold.

Time...why did it take so long?

Feeling dry mouth and tongue, the whole person is exhausted like carrying a mountain on his back.

Xia Juan suddenly wanted to go back to her home.

Lie down and sleep well.

Instead of sitting blankly like now.

Ye Ning and Ye Ning looked at each other in front of each other without saying a word.

His eyes are empty, like a walking dead.

Xia Juan also thought about his reunion with Ye Ning.

The two may smile in relief.

Maybe they will turn against each other.

Maybe he would also nod his head, turn around and leave like a stranger.

Or maybe... I just lowered my head and passed by...

It's just that Xia Juan has thought about the way to meet hundreds of times.

But she never expected that she would meet Ye Ning at Mo Muqing's birthday party.

And sitting at the same table with no one else around.

She thought about how she would act casually after meeting Ye Ning.

How to show your carelessness.

But when Ye Ning was really sitting beside him.

Himself, but like a coward.

Even the active brain stops thinking.

Just sit back and wait for the time to pass until one of you breaks the ice.

but……

It seems that time has been passing by like this, and there will be no change.

Xia Juan's chest felt tight for a while, as if he was short of breath.

She kept swallowing her saliva, and kept feeling that her eyes were dry by the wind, so she could only keep blinking.

She would begin to make trivial gestures to conceal embarrassment and silence.

But her eyes are always there.

There has never been a slight shift, and I have been looking ahead.

How long will this atmosphere last?

Xia Juan didn't know, and she didn't even have time to think.

She was as numb as a puppet.

You can only do actions without thinking.

But even the most basic ideas are gone.

"Oh! My Cuju—"

The dignified air was finally broken at this moment with the following of a childish voice.

A small Cuju suddenly flew over from not far away.

Xia Juan was attracted by the voice and the sudden shadow.

She subconsciously stared at Cuju numbly, and instinctively averted her gaze following Cuju.

A cuju.

Suddenly, it lightly hit Ye Ning's leg and rolled down...

Chapter 951 Will You Come Back (Emperor Yan plus more)

"Excuse me!"

Sticking out his tongue, he scratched his hair embarrassingly.

A chubby kid who looked about six or seven years old and was dressed in expensive clothes broke the silence and walked up to Ye Ning embarrassedly.

"Brother, I didn't mean to..."

"Well...it's okay."

That expressionless, motionless face from just now.

After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to wake up suddenly.

Ye Ning forced a smile, and nodded to the child with a pale face.

"But it's better not to play in the mansion..."

She blinked her eyes, but didn't dare to have any erratic eyes at all.

Ye Ning looked at the child closely.

It seems that I am afraid that my vision will be attracted by something else...

He smiled softly at the child.

Lowering his head, he was about to pick up Cuju and give it to the other party.

It's just that he just bent over.

Suddenly, something slipped out of his arms inadvertently...

It appeared to be a piece of paper.

In an instant, it flew out lightly, gliding in the air for a while.

Then it slowly landed at Xia Juan's feet.

Xia Juan's eyes froze for a moment.

Her pupils couldn't help trembling at this moment, and subconsciously swept over.

Only see the white and clean paper.

Under the dusk rendered in color.

It's a warm portrait of himself with Ye Ning next to each other with a smile on his face.

Yes……

Is it the one at that time...?

He...he still kept it?

He still...? !

Suddenly, Xia Juan's body trembled, and Xia Juan's interlocking hands couldn't help but become stiff and painful.

She felt her breathing stop abruptly for a moment.

But there was silence to stare blankly for a while.

Stare up and smile.

And Ye Ning, who looked at him secretly, with a helpless but happy face...

It seems that the illusion of another world is rendered in an instant, making the atmosphere faint with a touch of memory.

When the fingers just touched Cuju.

The things in his arms accidentally slipped out due to his low body.

At that moment, Ye Ning's expression changed.

At that time, he was naturally clear about the things he kept and carried on his body all the time.

So in an instant, Ye Ning let go of Cuju's hand, and hurriedly looked towards the portrait.

But all of a sudden...

But saw that the portrait had already fallen down.

Floating on top of a pair of delicate and small boots.

Ye Ning was stunned.

He bent over and stood there blankly, as if time had stopped flowing.

And Xia Juan also stared at it with bated breath, suddenly he didn't have the courage to break the stiff and suffocating atmosphere.

"Big brother, thank you."

"But I'll do it myself!"

The child is giggling and ignorant.

He walked over bouncing around.

After taking Cuju away, he ran to other places to play like the wind.

Everything seems to be back to the original point.

In the terribly dead silent atmosphere that is incompatible with the surroundings.

Xia Juan and Ye Ning looked at the former portrait at the same time, and stayed still.

"cough……"

I don't know how long it has been.

It seemed that he finally came back to his senses, and his body shook suddenly.

Ye Ning blinked, quickly reached out to grab the portrait, and folded it neatly again.

At the same time, Xia Juan shook his head in a daze, and lowered his head as if attracted by something else.

In a hurry, his eyes drifted away, looking at the crowd of people coming and going in front of him, but he didn't have a focused vision.

In the air, all the sounds seemed to be blocked.

Everyone opened their mouths to talk about various topics.

But in Xia Juan's ears, there was only the ear-piercing tinnitus of "buzzing".

Refold the portrait in your hand like a pearl in your palm.

He patted the dust on it again.

Ye Ning licked his lips.

With a movement of his Adam's apple, he carefully and silently put the portrait back into his arms.

That seemed to be his most precious thing.

Time seems to have returned to the slow passage of time without knowing it.

No more children to break the silence.

There is no movement or sound.

The two sat quietly on the spot again, watching the scene in front of them, without saying a word or moving.

Just a heart, already because of that portrait.

It was also beating violently because of the arm that was close at hand just now.