Shen Huainan raised his eyebrow, "Only sometimes?"
When he received a look from Jian Anran, he wisely closed his mouth again.
Jian Anran then continued: "But more often than not, we don't seem to understand what you are thinking."
"Even if you don't know what you like, you are like a spy who infiltrates the enemy."
Hearing this description, no one in Shen Huainan could hold back laughter instantly, causing people in the front row to turn around with curiosity and a little disgust. One eldest sister even said sharply: "I want to go home and laugh." Go."
Jian Anran lowered her head and whispered: "We have discredited college students again. In the future, maybe the bus group will make a video to stop college students from talking on the bus."
Shen Huainan didn't understand this joke even more. Jian Anran saw him looking at her with clear but slightly doubtful eyes, patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "I will definitely show you the high-speed rail later." The promotional video for quasi-makeup is."
This world always has a bit of magic. The uncle next to him put his feet and shoes on the chair in front of him. The sound of the aunt in the front row playing the video could be clearly heard by Jian Anran in the last row.
No one cares about these, they only care about the "most cultured" and "highest educated" group in this society laughing out loud on the bus.
The topic returned to its original starting point again, and Shen Huainan began to wonder about his thoughts in other people's minds, or more accurately, in Jian Anran's mind.
"Like a spy who breaks into a place, what happens next?"
Jian Anran didn't react for a moment, "Then?"
"Then look at you. You don't always listen to what we say. Even if we go to have a meal together and ask you what you like to eat, you will say 'anything is fine'."
Shen Huainan quickly defended himself: "I can really do it."
Jian Anran put her index finger on her lips and gestured "Shh", "Of course I know you can do it, but sometimes it's important to express your own opinions."
Usually typing blindly, Shen Huainan sometimes forgets what he originally likes.
He once liked sports cars, but Kang Shuling wouldn't let him drive one, so he never drove one again; he once wanted to be an archaeologist, but his grandfather told him that the Shen family would not become archaeologists, but would only fund archaeology. home, he eventually devoted himself to architecture.
It's as if he has never done anything he really likes. What he has been doing is just trying to like what he is doing.
Seeing that Shen Huainan seemed to be in distress and deep in thought, Jian Anran quickly began to make amends for fear that her preaching was too strong: "Of course this is just my personal opinion, you..."
Shen Huainan smiled bitterly: "It seems that I am not familiar enough."
Before she could explain, she heard him say again: "I will work hard."
"Try to express your opinion."
He came out in a hurry today. Shen Huainan didn't realize it until now. He rushed to the clouds to find the mistress. It seemed that it was never his own idea. From the moment Aunt Wu handed him a thick stack of photos, things seemed to be going smoothly. When he arrived at the door of the unit, he felt that something was not right.
It is not a wise move to quarrel directly. In a family like theirs, there are far more important things than quarrels and quarrels.