Even if you close your own door, even if the thick mahogany door is indeed soundproof, those sharp and piercing sounds can still pass through the solid partition and enter your ears.

The smile on Dill's lips grew thicker, but her eyes grew darker and darker.

The attention is fixed on the screen in front of you, but there are always a few wisps of calling thoughts that try to break free of control and go astray.

"Didn't you say yes? The girl finally has a long vacation to go out and relax" is Zhang's mother's voice.

"You two want to go by yourself, my plate can't be separated from people" It was Zhang's father who spoke.

"It's good to promise, why do you go back on your word?" Zhang's mother's tone was a little hurried.

"What did you promise, my stock market is so important, it's impossible to accompany you on a trip," Zhang's father also raised his voice slightly.

Unconsciously, Dill quietly turned her gaze away from the screen and cast it to an unknown location. Those erratic eyes were like a reckless wasteland of yellow sand, which looked like yellow sand, but it was empty.

If the original owner had heard the conversation between his parents, what would she think now?

I guess I'm going to be sad, I'm probably going to be hurt, I'm probably going to blame my father a little.

But no matter what the original owner would think, the soul that now lives in this body belongs to dill. And she didn't have any ideas.

What are Zhang's father and Zhang's mother arguing about, to what extent, and how long will the quarrel last?

What does this matter have to do with her? She is just a tasker who lives in this body, she only needs to help the original owner fulfill her wishes, she can be the most indifferent and rational spectator in this world, she can see everything that happens around her as a pre-arranged performance.

When you see something interesting, you laugh as a comedy, when you see something sad, you can sigh as a tragedy, and if the story happens to someone else, you shoot off the dust that splashes on your body and watch it cleanly, and the story happens to yourself......

Oh, this "self" will not be himself, but the original owner, still someone else.

In that beating heart, there seemed to be a colorless, tasteless, and untraceable breath escaping out, and the breath slowly diffused out of the heart, out of the body, and then disappeared from the air.

Since then, the heart and soul have deviated, and there is no similar resonance with each beat, and some are just doing their own thing.

There was a loud "bang" outside the door.

After that, Zhang's father's thick and stern voice said: "If you have the ability, don't come back."

Dill shook her head a little annoyed, Mother Zhang didn't know where to go, and I was afraid that today's lunch would not be settled.

The minute hand rotates in a circle, and the time quickly points to the position of four o'clock.

Dill covered her stomach, which was feeling sick from hunger, and after thinking about it, she decided to do it herself.

The morning dishes were eaten cleanly, the porridge in the pot was drunk, and there was no ready-made meal to eat as soon as it was heated.

When I opened the refrigerator, there was no trace of any quick-frozen dumplings, buns, zongzi and other foods. In the empty refrigerator, there was a handful of garlic moss and a small handful of wilting coriander.

Dill stared at the two dishes for a while, struggled slightly in her head, and gave up decisively.

She had never done such a thing as cooking, and she didn't plan to try it.