Ding Xiaoke returned to the box, which was full of excitement, waiting for her.

She suppressed her full stomach and chatted with her teachers and classmates as usual.

It didn't take long for her phone to vibrate.

It was Murong Hai who called.

He was sitting in the car and on his way home.

Ding Xiaoke came out of the box, walked to a secluded place, and calmly picked up the phone.

Without waiting for Murong Hai to speak, she spoke first, "Xiaohai, where did you go just now?" Why don't you answer my phone? ”

"I was just taking a shower."

"You...... Just at home? ”

"Hmm."

The other party's tone was very steady, and he couldn't hear the slightest weakness at all.

Ding Xiaoke's heart was half cold, she didn't think that the innocent boy in her heart was now so skilled at even lying.

Murong Hai heard the strangeness of Ding Xiaoke's tone, and thought that she had encountered something unhappy today, and was a little worried, "Sister Xiaoke, what's wrong with you?" ”

However, he was answered by a cold voice.

"Murong Hai, why are you lying to me?"

His hand suddenly let go, and the white phone slipped and fell onto the seat.

There was a muffled sound.

When Murong Hai's father heard the voice, he hurriedly turned his head to look at it, and said with concern, "Xiaohai, what's wrong?" ”

Murong Hai picked up his phone from the seat in a panic, "It's okay, it's just a slippery hand." ”

He put the phone back to his ear, and his heart began to beat faster, a little out of breath, but his tone remained steady.

"Sister Xiaoke, you know...... What ......"

No one knew what he was suppressing, not even his father next to him.

Only the sweat oozing from his back and forehead betrayed him.

"In the past three years, you haven't been abroad at all! You didn't tell me when you were sick! You also broke the agreement and secretly stayed with Liu Xiaoqiao! Right? Ding Xiaoke was furious.

“…… That's right. ”

He struggled to escape those two words from his mouth.

"Why? I need an explanation. ”

Ding Xiaoke was on the other side of the phone, his tone was calm, trying to calm the anger in his heart.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

After a long time, he replied sullenly, "There is no explanation." ”

Hearing this answer, Ding Xiaoke suddenly began to feel uncomfortable.

If there is no explanation, it is the worst explanation.

She took a deep breath, "Okay, let me ask you, do the three requests you promised me still count?" ”

“…… I'm sorry. ”

"Let's not see each other again."

After Murong Hai said this, he didn't give Ding Xiaoke any chance to ask, hung up directly, and turned off his mobile phone.

He suddenly said, "Dad, let's hold that art exhibition tomorrow." ”

Hearing this, Murong Hai's father braked suddenly, stopped on the side of the road, and turned his head with a slight difficulty to face Murong Hai.

He smiled and looked at his father quietly.

Those dark pupils were full of lustre, more gentle and beautiful than moonlight.

"Didn't you mean next month?"

Father's throat opened and closed with difficulty.

"Tomorrow."

He spoke softly, still smiling at the middle-aged man opposite, but there was indescribable firmness in his eyes.

There was a dampness and heat in his eyes, something slipped down, Murong Hai's father turned his head away and stopped looking at his son.

"Okay."

Ding Xiaoke dialed again and again, and the reply he got was always the same sentence: "The user you dialed has been turned off, please dial again later." ”

She was so angry that she slammed her phone to the ground.

The phone is torn apart.

"If you don't explain, then you can explain it in the next life!"