"Twenty-seven minutes left." "Go and wake up my mother." An Ran turned around and yelled at the servant. The two servants looked at each other. The servant who came down from upstairs reluctantly went upstairs to call Liang Qiuyi. The servant who came out of the kitchen looked at An Ran and asked An Jing, "Master, do you want to serve dinner?" "Are you going to eat?" An Jing asked An Ran. "Don't eat." An Ran sat upright on the sofa and looked at her cell phone. Her posture was like that of an outsider who came to the house as a guest but was extremely bored because the host did not entertain her well, so he could only use his cell phone to kill time. An Jing looked very uncomfortable. He didn't know why he got angry when he saw An Ran's distant look. He coldly replied to the servant, "I'm not in a good mood, so I won't eat either." "Okay, Master." The servant turned and returned to the kitchen. An Jing looked at An Ran who lowered his hair to send a message, and suddenly felt very tired. He raised his hand and looked at the time. He could save 20 minutes by not eating.
So, he sat down on the single sofa next to An Ran, "Don't you care at all about what happens when you're not at home during this period?" An Ran put away her phone and looked at An Jing, "Aren't you going to class?" "How did you become like this?" An Jing looked confused. "You are very free now and don't know what to do, right?" Determined not to fall into the trap of self-evidence. An Jing stood up from the sofa angrily at his attitude, "I originally thought that you had become very cold towards the family recently, but now I feel that you can't blame others for what happened." An Ran, the old man on the subway, looks at his cell phone. Anjing—— An Jing couldn't understand her expression. He could only say that he was really angry, "What's that expression of yours? Am I wrong?" "Yes, yes, you are right." An Ran reminded him rather perfunctorily and coldly. , "Twenty-three minutes left." "..." An Jing angrily picked up his schoolbag and left. When he got outside the door, the driver was sitting in the car waiting An Jing angrily. When he saw An Jing coming out of the house angrily, he said in surprise, "Master." "Go to class." "Are you ready to eat?" "Don't eat." Seeing that he was so angry, the driver asked kindly and concernedly, "Master, are you going to eat something near the school later?" An Jing was going to take a fencing class, which consumed a lot of food, and since he had finished class in the afternoon, he was worried that he would be hungry. "Let's talk about it later." An Jing replied impatiently. The driver started the accelerator and slowly reversed and turned. When the car drove away from the door of his home, Anjing looked at the door of his home from a distance through the glass window, feeling irritated and regretful in his heart. He actually didn't want to leave now, but he was so angry just now that he stayed with his sister for one more second. If he didn't leave quickly, he was afraid that he would lose control of his temper and say even worse things. He didn't understand why Ranran became like this.
It seemed that when I woke up that morning when it rained, everything changed in an instant. When Liang Qiuyi went downstairs with a cold face, he saw An Ran sitting on the sofa reading a book as if he was boneless. He sneered, "You haven't come back for so long, you can't even sit down, right?" An Ran saw Liang Qiuyi going downstairs wearing a cashmere housecoat and put down the book in his hand, "I have fifteen minutes to go to school, why did you ask me to come back?" Liang Qiuyi was stunned for a moment, but soon sneered, "Are you trying to teach me how to do things?" 1314