Chapter 720 (1/2)

When Yang ran heard Jiujiu's uncle, the corners of his mouth almost subconsciously smoked. If Jiujiu's eyes were not red and his eyes were still afraid, he would almost doubt whether Jiujiu was intentional.

It was only after hearing that uncle, Yang ran felt like a dream. It seemed that Jiujiu could call him uncle according to the age gap between them.

I didn't expect that I inadvertently ate tender grass in my last life.

Yang ran laughed at himself, lowered his head and continued to look at the book. His fine hair covered his eyes along his forehead and his extra deep eyes.

Although Jiujiu said she didn't want to sleep, she narrowed her eyes and went to sleep unconsciously.

Yang ran read a book for a while. As soon as he looked back, he saw Jiujiu lying on the bed.

Jiujiu was still wearing pajamas, because she was flustered just now, her hair was particularly rough, and her small broken hair flew everywhere. She still looked like she was familiar with, but her appearance was much younger and younger than her memory.

Also, he was 45 years old when he died, and Yan Qing was in his thirties. Naturally, he can't compare with Jiu Jiu, who is 18 years old at the moment.

Through the dim light, Yang ran saw Jiujiu's skin as if it were Xinli, and the eyelashes as if the butterfly wings were flying. He sighed gently. Yang ran looked at the time and looked at the sky outside his eyes. Then he raised his hand and pushed Jiujiu.

Jiujiu's eyelashes shook gently, and then opened his eyes slowly.

Jiujiu's eyes were deep black, because he opened them with a light hazy fog. He looked at Yang ran without focus. Then he rubbed his eyes as if he had returned to his mind, and said with a little apology: ”sorry, I fell asleep.”

Yang ran: ”it's all right. Get up. The sun will rise soon.”

”HMM.” Jiujiu nodded, picked up her backpack and went to the bathroom to change clothes. When Yang ran cleaned up the house, Jiujiu had come out of the bathroom wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans.

Jiujiu washed her face. Her little face was clean, fresh and cool, with a trace of blush. She looked at Yang ran with gratitude and whispered, ”please, uncle.”

Hearing uncle's name again, Yang ran took a smoke from the corner of his eye: ”it's all right.”

Although Yang ran said it was all right, Jiujiu continued to thank him very skillfully: ”if it wasn't for your uncle, I don't know what would happen to me.”

At the thought of being pried out of the window last night, Jiujiu happily patted her chest, looked at Yang ran and whispered, ”uncle, are you here to travel?”

Yang ran paused: ”I have something to do here. I'll leave in the afternoon.”

”OK.” Jiujiu lowered her eyelashes in disappointment. She thought Yang ran was also here to travel, and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get closer to Yang ran.

However, Yang ran was reborn because she couldn't eat hot tofu. It's good to climb Langshan. She shouldn't ask for more.

Jiujiu put on her backpack and went to her house with Yang ran.

When the door was opened, the originally closed window was open. The mountain wind blew the white curtains. The house was empty. Jiujiu walked to the window. Below the window was a long wooden ladder, which was directly under her window.

Jiujiu took out her camera, looked for several angles, and snapped some photos of the ladder and window. Then she left with Yang ran.

After they left their room, they found a better place to see the sunrise.

Because Jiujiu returned to the house once, when they came out, the sun had appeared a small corner, with a goose yellow aperture on the edge, which looked hazy and beautiful. Jiujiu took out his camera to find an angle, stared at the sun on the sea, and waited for the moment when he completely jumped to the sea.