C2 Home feeling

"Clank, clank, clank!"

"I'm going to stop this from happening." When the bell of a high school sounded in the woods, Ye Xing knew that it was time to leave school that afternoon.

Under the setting sun, Ye Xing and He Qiang walked inside the campus with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Ye-zi, let's go to the electronic room. I heard there's a new game there, so let's go over there," He Qiang said. He knew that Ye Xing would play games when he was in a bad mood, but he didn't like it.

"It's fine. I won't go to that place anymore," said Ye Xing with a smile. He wanted to go home now.

"Well, I thought you were in a bad mood, so I'm relieved. I'll go back and see me," He Qiang said.

"Tang Shu, wait for me!"

"What? You're so annoying, don't follow me."

As he was talking about the painting, he saw Tang Shou pushing her bicycle up the hill while Zhou Zhibang chased after her with a long time.

As someone who had fled for more than ten years and had been observing the surrounding people everyday, the anger that flashed in Zhou Zhibang's eyes didn't escape Ye Xing's eyes even after hearing Tang Shu's words. "Perhaps you like it or you can't get it, but it's better to destroy the idea." This idea was formed in Zhou Zhibang's mind, and he still flattered her by following behind her and helping her to hold the book.

The children who had grown up in the courtyard were all children who were jealous of each other.

Tang Shu pushed her bicycle in front of the two of them. She glanced at Ye Xing with eyes filled with disgust. Originally, a child who had grown up in a courtyard should have feelings for her. However, they did not.

As the daughter of a mayor, she grew up in the hands of others who held her chest small. In addition, Ye Xing's parents had always been in the same faction as Tang Xiu, so they usually had a lot of estrangement between each other, not to mention having their children come to visit.

"Birds of a feather flock together," Zhou said sarcastically as he walked past Ye Xing and He Jian. When Tang Shu stepped on Ye Xing, he felt his own unique sense of accomplishment.

He also wanted to pat He Jian on the shoulder before striding out of the campus. Under the sunset, the red clouds had dyed the sky red. For Ye Xing, today was the end of his previous life.

Under the setting sun, the children playing in the courtyard remembered the familiar yet unfamiliar face of Ye Xingye's shop and felt the urge to cry.

"Xingzi, you're back. Your mom just called for you, and I thought you were back." The old man who was guarding the gate in the courtyard treated Ye Xing well. There were always good things to eat in the courtyard, and sometimes Ye Xing even gave him some.

He wanted to cry, but he suppressed his own clarity. He saw his mother's groan, the person who cared for him and selflessly gave him such care, and at the same time, he was also the weakest woman. If it wasn't for his lack of fate, his home would not have been broken into pieces.

Mom, Ye Xing's voice was a little hoarse as he looked at Mu Qing. He rushed over and hugged his mother.

"What's the matter, Ye Xing's mother," Zhu Rou Xiu said, a little nervous. She looked at her precious son and spoke with a strange tone.

"No, I missed you." Ye Xing released his mother, wiping away his tears.

"My Xingzi doesn't know how to be ashamed when someone this big has caused her pain." Zhu Rou Xiu smiled as she looked at her son.

"Wait a moment, your dad will come back, and I'll give you a present." Zhu Rou Xiu smiled mysteriously at Ye Xing.

"What, what is that?" Ye Xing was also very confused. He couldn't remember what his father gifted him anymore. However, when his mother said this, he smiled and took out his clothes, looking happy and impatient.

"Okay, take a shower and eat. Your father will be back soon."

"We've been working hard recently to get into a good university," Zhu Rou Xiu said. No matter what Ye Xing's grades were, he was full of encouragement for his idea of staying up at night, rather than being tortuous like other kids. He would compare the results with the children in the atom every day.

"Oh, I'll go wash up then. I'll go up and carry my schoolbag first." Ye Xing smiled, his heart filled with warmth. It was a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Seeing that the room didn't have any messy clothes or furniture, Ye Xing took a deep breath. This was the smell of home, then picking up the clothes and toys on the floor … … In the box, there were some things that were no longer interesting to someone who had experienced food before, but these were simply memories.

In my previous life, I didn't have the qualifications to go to school, and had been on the run for ten years. I had always longed for this car, and whenever I had the time, I would always carry a lamp to study, but I would also practice my body, and when I ran away, I would recognize an old master. He didn't know the name of his master, but that old master of mine had accompanied him for two years, treated him like his own son, and died two years later, when Ye Xing told him the truth, he called him "Li" and protected the country.

"Starchild is coming down for dinner," came the Red Queen's voice from outside the door, and he knew it was his father.

"Dad!" When Ye Xing opened the door, he saw his father, Ye Yaqing, standing in the doorway, knocking. He was a man in his forties with a few strands of white hair on his head.

"Your aunt sent you a present today." "Open it after dinner," said Ye Yaqing, pointing to a large box at the foot of the stairs.

"Oh …" Ye Xing was confused. What was this mysterious thing? It was given to him by his aunt, Zhu Linjing. Ye Xing's aunt was an assistant professor in Tsinghua University, and she was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Ye Xing remembered that his aunt seemed to have an old face.

The smile he was talking about was not related by blood. His aunt was his grandmother's adopted child, but it seemed that she had always been in front of her own biological parents. She had always had high hopes for Ye Zhou, but Ye Xing had always let her down. After running for more than ten years without seeing her, he was afraid that he would implicate her aunt.

"What are you daydreaming about? Eat." Ye Yaqing looked at her son, who was staring blankly into the box. She then patted Ye Xing's head.

"Ye Xing, have you ever thought about which university you would go to? Try hard, no matter how hard you try, your mom won't blame you." Ye Xing's mother said as she picked up food for Ye Xing. She didn't want the pressure from the children who were shoveling the cart.

"Mom, I'll do my best. Two more months." Ye Xing was still enjoying his meal at the very back. He really missed this taste.

"Well, okay, then go to the police and learn. You'll know what your aunt has given you later, so don't play too late." Ye Yaqing was also cooking for her son, and the couple also felt that their son was a little different today. Usually, when they were talking about grades, he would let them go upstairs, but this time he actually said that he would study for two months, thinking that his son might have grown up.