We stayed at the stargazing platform for one night.

Angel told me that the man in the black cloak was named Ann Ke.

Although he is also surnamed An, the two are not related by blood. I also believe that - no one would treat their children with that attitude.

It is said that An Yan Ke and An Qi's father became close friends when they were in college.

An Qi's father, that is, Zhao Wei, the "genius scientist" and "the first person to study wormholes" often mentioned in TV and newspapers, and An Yanke co-founded the journal "Interstellar Nanke" when he was in college.

What's even more surprising is that An Yanke is actually the "Mr. Nanke".

I always thought that the "tentacle" telescope that belonged to Angel's father was actually An Qi's personal one.

Mr. Nanke has all but disappeared in recent years. "Interstellar Nanke" is a semi-annual magazine, and in previous years, you could see several articles from Mr. Nanke in each issue, but in recent issues, there are only one or two articles.

I really don't have a good impression of this medieval monk, and it's a little difficult for me to accept that he is the same person as Mr. Nanke.

The next morning, Angie's father took us back with thick dark circles under his eyes.

Still cloaked in a black cloak, An Ke stood straight and decadent in the doorway, watching us leave.

His icy gaze was even more terrifying than the laser that pierced the night before.

On the way, Angel asked his father for the "result". Angie's father handed over an ultra-thin tablet.

We saw a simulation of the Winter Grave as it traveled through the gravitational field, as well as a lot of complex data.

Angel drew in circles on the tablet, closed her eyes and pondered for a moment: "Still haven't found it?" ”

Zhao Wei hummed indifferently.

Angelu: "Maybe you should still use Uncle An's method." ”

They began to discuss celestial formulas, and I fell asleep once again in a daze.

When I woke up, I was downstairs at my house.

Angel wanted me to stay in a villa on the mountain for a long time, and on this day, she specially "released" me to go home and reunite with my mother for a day. In order to alleviate her mother's worries, Angel's father also came with her.

Actually, there is no need for this - if I can't go home, my mother won't care.

As we got closer to my house, Angie's father seemed to become uneasy. He straightened his tie and stomped his feet slightly, breathing a little short.

What a father and son, I thought to myself—Angel was also ridiculously nervous about coming to my house for the first time.

Unexpectedly, my mother was home alone that day.

The living room is as chaotic as ever, with RTHK celebrity talk shows on TV. The mother wears loose pajamas and lazily hugs the pillow, like a girl.

When she saw me coming back, she only said hello flatly.

When I saw Zhao Wei behind me, there was some imperceptible expression on her face.

Angel's father explained the ins and outs to her mother in an official tone - of course, he would not expose me that I needed psychotherapy. On the way, we have already made confessions, because it is close to the entrance examination, \b he wants to invite me to stay at his house for a while to help Angel with her homework.

I went back to my bedroom to pack my bags. Angel followed. "Kang Rong, what do I think, my dad knows your mom?"

"Really?" I recalled my mother's reaction when she saw Zhao Wei, "My mother shouldn't know your father." ”

"Maybe your mom is so pretty," Angel sighed, "it's the first time I've seen my dad pretend to be like that in front of a woman." ”

I don't think so: "Isn't Haboru more beautiful?" ”

"Ahem...... Why do you think she's pretty......" Angel laughed weirdly, "That old woman, like Uncle Ann, what's the use of just having a pretty face......"

I folded my T-shirt and said, "If I could be half as smart as Mr. Nanke, no, one-tenth as smart, I'd rather be disfigured." ”

"Nonsense, you're much smarter than him—" Angel smirked, "and if you look at me, you're smarter than everyone else in the world." ”

"Damn, narcissistic."

Angel continued to laugh: "You are just disfigured, and I will not abandon you." ”

"Don't be sour, adults want to hear." I looked to the bedroom door. The door was closed, but I was a little worried.

"Didn't your mother ignore you? My dad doesn't care about me, what are you afraid of? ”

"That seems to be the case." I was awakened and relaxed again.

Angel walked up to me to help me fold my clothes, and he said in an ambiguous tone, very lightly and quickly, "Kiss me." ”

The thrill and tension of wanting to do something bad but not being able to be noticed surrounded my senses.

My heart beat faster involuntarily.

I was about to nibble on Angie's clean side face when my mother opened my bedroom door.