Anjing had classes in the evening. Normally, the driver would take him directly to class, but today was different. The driver took them back home first. "I'm going to class later." An Jing got off the car with An Ran and warned carefully, "If you have anything to say to your parents, tell your parents." "Yes." An Ran responded absently, looking around An's house and found that it was much quieter than usual today. "My parents had a fight last night and they were in a bad mood. Pay more attention to yourself." An Jing also felt that the house was too quiet. At this time on weekdays, many servants at home are busy, but today there is no one to see. If the lights at home were not on, it would be easy for people to doubt whether there is anyone at home. "Oh." Regarding An Ran's indifference, An Jing's feeling of powerlessness came out again. He didn't know why An Ran felt so alienated now. It was the same thing in the car just now. He had his eyes closed along the way and it was so quiet that he felt that any voice of concern was an intrusion. "You don't feel well, would you like to go back to your room and rest first?" "No need." An Ran sat down on the sofa with her schoolbag on her back, "I have to go back to school later, where are my parents?"
"I don't know." An Jing pursed his lips, "Let me call and ask." "You go ahead." An Ran took off his schoolbag from his shoulders and found that many of the small objects placed in front of him had been changed, including vases and tea sets. A few gleams of light flashed in his eyes. It seemed that when he was not at home recently, Liang Qiuyi A lot of things were broken. Seeing An Ran's look, An Jing didn't want to call anymore, "You can call him yourself, it's not like they don't have their phone number." "I really haven't." An Ran said calmly, "I only have half an hour. If they don't come, I will leave." "Do you have to be like this?" An Jing felt very angry. "What's going to happen?" An Ran asked in surprise, "There are still 29 minutes." Originally, An Jing would have nothing to do when he sent An Ran home. He and An Ran were doing what they were supposed to do as usual. But he found that he saw in An Ran a feeling of being outside the family, and felt uneasy. He anxiously sat down next to An Ran and stared at her, "I feel something is wrong with you." The best way to continue to pester someone with negative emotions is not to follow the topic. If the other person's words and what to do next are meaningless, then ignore it. An Ran didn't even look at An Jing's unhappy expression, "There are still 28 minutes." An Jing was stung by her cold look. He sat on the sofa and yelled, "Where are the people, are they all dead?" An Ran only felt that his eardrums were shocked for a moment, and there was a buzzing in his ears. She sat down to the side, keeping herself a little further away from An Jing, "Please lower your voice, your eardrums will be shattered." An Jing glared at her angrily, "Aren't you looking for your parents? I'll ask them for you." Sure enough, soon, two uniformed servants walked up and down the stairs and from the kitchen. "Master." "Master." "Where's my mother?" An Jing asked angrily. "My wife is sleeping." said the aunt who had just come down from upstairs. An Jing asked again, "How long have you been sleeping?"
"I started sleeping in the afternoon." Auntie whispered. " An Jing looked at An Ran, "Mom didn't sleep last night." An Ran didn't say anything, and An Jing asked again, "Do you have to go back to school? Dad will get off work soon." 1314