Dill looked at the direction in which Zhang's mother turned and was slightly stunned. After a long time, she gently raised her hand to touch her heart.

There seemed to be something buried in that place that had been buried for a long, long time, trying to break through the ground.

This body is the original owner, and this heart does not belong to her, but she can feel that something is flowing in other people's bodies, but it is outside of her own soul.

Dill raised her head and looked at Zhang's mother, who was still busy in the kitchen, with a trace of inexplicable hesitation in her eyes that never fluctuated easily.

Walk up to the table, pull out a chair, and sit down.

On the small round table, two home-cooked dishes are simply placed, and Dill picks up chopsticks, picks up a piece of capers, and puts them in her mouth.

Beans that have been marinated in vinegar for a morning break through the defense of their teeth and touch the sensitive taste buds on the tip of the tongue. The thick sour taste quickly flowed down the tip of the tongue.

It seems that the taste is really so sour that the left atrium, which is separated from the mouth by a long road, has a faint sourness.

"You kid, just sit and eat, don't you know how to serve your own porridge?" Mother Zhang walked towards the dining table with two bowls of porridge in both hands, and said in a somewhat disgusted tone.

Dill didn't look up, as if she hadn't heard Zhang's mother's words, and continued to deal with the dishes in front of her.

"Hey, you" Zhang's mother sighed softly, and said helplessly, "It's just that I expect my mother to help you bring it, isn't it, just wait for the little princess to open her mouth when the meal comes." ”

Dill paused slightly, and the afterglow swept to Zhang's mother's face.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the corners of the mouth have not yet had time to recover, the eyes are slightly slitted, and the eyes are a little tired, habitually wrinkled, like the eyebrows like a small hill.

This face, which does not look young and beautiful, and is even slightly older than its peers, looks unexpectedly pleasing to the eye at this moment, after fading the sharp edges and corners and the fierce air of confrontation.

Dill silently buried her head in drinking porridge, but her left arm on the table was touched lightly.

"Tingting, hurry up and call your father to dinner," Zhang's mother said in a low voice.

Why don't you call it yourself...... Holding back the words that came out of his mouth, he shouted along with Zhang's mother's words: "Father, it's time to eat"

Father Zhang on the other end seemed to have been pricking up his ears and waiting stiffly, and after hearing the shout of dill, he quickly responded "sigh", and then hurriedly walked out of the study.

"Yo, your mother made two dishes today" Seeing that no one responded to him, Zhang's father scratched his hair a little embarrassed, and then asked, "Where's my porridge?" ”

Mother Zhang glanced at Zhang's father obliquely, and said angrily: "Do you have no long hands or what, don't you serve yourself in the kitchen?" ”

The good atmosphere that could be maintained suddenly burst invisibly, and the air suddenly quieted down, but it was no longer a comfortable tranquility, but a silence that no one wanted to speak.

"I'm done," Dill put down the empty bowl in her hand and turned back to her room.

At the moment when she turned her back on Zhang's father and Zhang's mother, the corners of her mouth hooked up with a touch of sarcasm.

"Sure enough, it can't be changed" Maybe it was affected by the residual emotions of the original owner just now, and for just a few minutes of peace, there was a secret yearning in her heart.

Now it seems that that yearning is simply ridiculous.