Su Feng struggled to sit up with a sweat on his head, the outside had already begun to be dark, and he was still unable to slow down in the nightmare just now.

Enduring the headache that was about to crack, Su Feng got dressed and prepared to go to school, but the moment his feet were put on the slippers, he found that his whole body was sore, as if he was stepping on cotton.

Waiting on the ground for his body to regain strength, he felt the powerlessness in his dream as if he would not let him go, making him mad with anger.

Xiaobai heard his movement and crawled out of the kennel in the living room, and when he saw him appear, he immediately wagged his tail happily to greet him, but the little master didn't pay attention to it at all. Xiao Bai watched as Su Feng grabbed a bag of milk from the kitchen and walked towards the door with a vague step, and then with a bang, the door was closed.

Xiaobai was hanging his head and complaining, and the door creaked open again. The little master's expressionless face appeared in front of him, only to see him throw his schoolbag in the hallway, and walked straight to the living room, Xiaobai stood in place a little confused and wagged his tail, not knowing whether to follow or not.

After a while, a bowl of fragrant milk was put under his nose, and Xiaobai fluttered his tail excitedly.

"And this." Su Feng laboriously bit the casing of the ham sausage, put it next to the milk basin, touched Xiaobai's head, picked up the schoolbag, and left.

Zhong Nuanyang got up early in the morning, went to the mourning hall before going to school, put a stick of incense on Aunt Liu Mei, and helped clean the mourning hall before hurrying to school.

When I was about to arrive at school, I happened to see Su Feng's car parked at the school gate, and it seemed that he was also late.

I heard my mother say that Su Feng came home very late last night in the mourning hall just now, and seeing him get out of the car with a cold face at this moment, Zhong Nuanyang couldn't imagine whether he would be slandered by others if he used this face to help in the mourning hall, maybe no one would pay attention to his expression and attitude on that occasion.

An indescribable emotional surge that has been floating in his heart since he knew that Aunt Liu Mei died made Zhong Nuanyang feel that Su Feng looked much warmer today than before, maybe he could talk to him about Aunt Liu Mei and Zhang Sheng these days, and he also wanted to hear his opinion on some things that he felt confused and powerless. Thinking like this, Zhong Nuanyang unconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards Su Feng.

When he was two or three meters away, Zhong Nuanyang found that he was still followed by Liu Yangyang, who didn't know when he appeared, maybe she had been waiting at the school gate, but she didn't see it.

Due to her dislike for Liu Yangyang, Zhong Nuanyang's pace naturally slowed down, but because the distance was not far, some of their sporadic conversations still drifted into her ears.

"Her dad ......" Liu Yangyang's soft voice seemed to float out of his nose, and only two words could be heard.

These two words hit Zhong Nuanyang's heart like a stone accurately, she knew that eavesdropping on other people's words was immoral, and she had already taken steps to open the distance between her and them a second ago, but these two words pulled her back like a body charm.

"Why do you care about those, it has nothing to do with you......" Su Feng's voice was thick but obviously nasal today, it should be a cold.

"Why are you so fierce?" Liu Yangyang's voice suddenly raised, and then she glared at the people around her with anger on her face, fortunately she didn't look back, and she didn't see Zhong Nuanyang behind her.

Zhong Nuanyang looked at Liu Yangyang, who was leaving, and Su Feng, who was obviously a little listless, and lost the urge to talk to him.