Jiang Lingzhi's brain was in a state of downtime, and the whole person seemed to have lost her soul, and she didn't know how she came back.

In the clouds.

When I reacted, I saw that there was my own gate in front of me.

There is greenery all around, and there is no one on the road, which seems a little empty.

Jiang Lingzhi finally came back to his senses and was about to turn his face sideways.

The boy stood behind her, raised his hand and gently held her head, and a low, magnetic voice came from the top of his head.

"No one can make you bad, you will always be the best, never, and never be disappointed in yourself."

Jiang Lingzhi stared ahead, his throat suddenly choked, and he forgot to speak.

"Go home and don't worry your family."

His voice was soft and languid, and his palm pressed lightly against her back, sending a slight push.

Jiang Lingzhi seemed to be bewitched, and subconsciously took two steps forward.

When I walked to the door, I finally couldn't help but glance back.

The boy's slender and straight figure, long body, white shirt, black slacks, outlined him as clear and upright as ever.

He stood loosely with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Seeing her turn around, the corners of her lips hooked up slightly.

Calm and down-to-earth, giving people a sense of security.

Give her the illusion that he will be behind her whenever she turns around.

Jiang Lingzhi's breathing was slightly suffocated.

She withdrew her gaze, pressed the doorknob with the straining of her palm.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, there was a sudden sound of newspapers overlapping in the living room.

"Is Zhizhi back?" Jiang Puqing's voice sounded first.

Jiang Lingzhi was still immersed in the boy's last look.

Hearing this, he looked up.

Jiang Puqing was still wearing a shirt and trousers, as if he had rushed back from the company temporarily.

"Why did you dress like this and go out?"

Jiang Lingzhi was still wearing a nightdress, with a pair of slippers on her feet, her eyes were red, and she looked like she had just cried.

It's very similar to a child who has been wronged and secretly ran out of the house.

Jiang Puqing sighed and walked over: "I just heard from your mother that you didn't do well in this exam?" ”

Jiang Lingzhi lowered his head and stopped talking.

Jiang Puqing hesitated for a moment, as if he was saying how to speak: "It's okay, the teacher called us just now and told us because it was a little uncomfortable on the day of the exam?" ”

"Why don't you tell your mother, your mother is also very self-blaming, almost thought you ran away from home."

Jiang Puqing touched her head and comforted her softly: "She was secretly wiping her tears in the room just now, don't be angry with her." ”

Jiang Lingzhi lowered her eyelashes, and her light-colored lips snorted, "I'm not angry." ”

She was never mad at her.

It's just that I'm disappointed in myself.

Jiang Puqing patted her head: "Mom loves you very much, but like people of our generation, they are not good at expressing themselves, and they always feel embarrassed." ”

Jiang Lingzhi nodded absentmindedly: "I know." ”

Jiang Puqing sighed: "It's okay, one exam can't represent anything, it doesn't matter if you can't divide the key classes, the teaching level of No. 1 Middle School is the same in any class." ”

Jiang Lingzhi nodded slowly.

"Okay, see your eyes are red, you go back to your room to rest, I thought something was wrong when I received the call just now, and I rushed back before the meeting was over."

Jiang Lingzhi paused and whispered: "You go back to the meeting, I'm fine." ”