() "Xiaobai, are you also happy for me and Xiaohan?" Yang Tianfan looked at Xiaobai's excited appearance, and was also infected, squatting down and touching her.

Unexpectedly, Xiaobai opened his eyes wide and nodded at Yang Tianfan.

"You...... You actually nodded?" Yang Tianfan looked at Xiaobai in surprise, he didn't expect a puppy to be so spiritual.

Xiaobai screamed happily, but Yang Tianfan didn't know what she was trying to express.

When Yu Yulan came out, she was holding a yellowed piece of paper in her hand, "You have taken this." ”

"Thank you, Auntie!" Yang Tianfan put Tang Xiaohan's birthday in his pocket like a baby, and left after saying goodbye.

It's just that the only regret is that he didn't see Tang Xiaohan when he came over this time, and he wanted to tell her the news in person. Tell her that she doesn't have to wait any longer, he wants to tell her all his love, to reassure her, to reassure her.

Just as Yang Tianfan was walking on the way home, he met Fan Limei halfway.

Fan Limei stood in front of Yang Tianfan, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Xiaomei, why are you here?" Yang Tianfan always felt an indescribable guilt in his heart when he saw Fan Limei.

Fan Limei played with the wildflowers picked on the roadside, leaned on the trunk of the tree, and looked at Yang Tianfan leisurely, "I'm waiting for you." ”

Fan Limei had already followed Yang Tianfan for a while, and when she saw the happy expression on his face, she felt jealous, crazy jealousy.

Such a happy expression should have belonged to her, to her and Yang Tianfan. But this expression came from Tang Xiaohan, she hated, she hated.

"Are you following me?" Yang Tianfan was frightened when he suddenly realized this, he didn't expect Fan Limei to come to this point, "Are you crazy?

Fan Limei didn't react to Yang Tianfan's accusation, and still picked the petals of the small purple flower in her hand, tearing them one by one.

"You went to her house?"

Yang Tianfan's originally happy face frowned tightly after seeing Fan Limei, he didn't know what Fan Limei wanted to do, "Xiaomei, don't do this! Otherwise, I won't even have the last apology to you." ”

When Fan Limei heard Yang Tianfan's words, she threw the purple flower in her hand on the ground fiercely, and walked straight in front of him, tears falling uncontrollably.

She roared, as if venting the hatred in her heart, "I don't want your guilt, I want your heart!"

Yang Tianfan looked at her coldly, and finally issued three cold words, "Impossible!"

After speaking, Yang Tianfan left around Fan Limei without looking back.

Fan Limei looked at Yang Tianfan's back, her fists clenched tightly together, and she trembled.

When Yang Tianfan returned home, Yang Yang had already brought the fortune teller over.

"Tianfan, you're back. Yang Zhiguo was already entertaining the fortune teller at home, but Yang Yang had already left.

"Dad, this is Xiaohan's birthday. Yang Tianfan handed the yellowed piece of paper in his pocket to Yang Zhiguo.

Yang Zhiguo handed the piece of paper to the fortune teller again, and said politely, "You can take a look." ”

The fortune teller had a gray beard and looked like he could tell fortunes.

I saw that he stretched out his old fingers and pinched them casually, and then his two eyes stared straight at Yang Tianfan and shook his head.

At this time, Yang Tianfan also became nervous, and hurriedly asked, "Master, how is it?"