Hang's house.

Hang Feng stood in front of his grandmother with strawberry milk in his hand, bowed his head and apologized for his behavior just now.

Grandma's eyes were still red, but she reached out to help him sit down, "Don't blame you, it's grandma's fault. Grandma will ask the courier to send this bag of money home tomorrow. We don't care."

Hang Feng lowered his head and took a sip of the strawberry milk in his hand. The sweetness seemed to cover the bitterness emanating from his throat.

He raised his head, as if he had finally made up his mind, "Grandma, if you want to see him, I can go back with you."

Grandma was stunned for a moment, trying hard to suppress the emotion called missing, shaking her head vigorously, and muttered: "No... No, I can't see him."

"There will be no chance in the future." Hang Feng's eyes fell on the bag of money in the corner and he was silent for a few seconds.

As a child who had not seen his father many times, he had such complicated feelings when he learned that he would not live long, not to mention his grandmother? That was the son she raised.

Grandma had paid enough for him over the years, and he could not let her have any regrets.

Hang Feng spoke hoarsely and said, "Then you should just accompany me back, and we will return the money to him in person."

This meeting was not too pleasant, but at least it was better than the last time.

Still in Xu Yuanguo's room, the man knelt directly on the ground, grabbed his mother's hand with tears in his eyes and begged for her forgiveness.

Hang Feng stood at the door and did not go in.

He just looked like a stranger and an outsider, watching everything coldly.

Compared to the last time they met, Xu Yuanguo's hair was more gray, and he looked so haggard that he didn't look like a middle-aged man in his early forties.

This disease has almost taken away most of his life.

Of course, soon there will be nothing left.

The boy's Adam's apple rolled, suppressing the grief in his heart that shouldn't exist.

After all, they are blood relatives. Even if Hang Feng never admits it, the blood in his body is now suppressing and clamoring for something, as if it was making a silent cry of grief together.

He shouldn't sympathize with Xu Yuanguo. This is what he deserves. This is the retribution from God. He deserves it.

But Hang Feng just remembered the beautiful face of his mother in the photo. In his grandmother's description, she was the most gentle and kindest person in the world.

If his mother were still alive, would she forgive him?

Even if she didn't forgive him, she probably wouldn't want to see them become so hostile to each other.

Unfortunately, he didn't inherit her kindness.

Hang Feng closed his eyes and turned to walk out.

In the corridor, Xu Che stood there in a black tweed coat, looking calmly in his direction.

The moment their eyes met, Xu Che spoke first, "I didn't expect you to come here again."

Hang Feng: "There won't be a next time."

Hearing the resistance in Hang Feng's words, Xu Che immediately explained: "I'm just surprised, I don't mean anything else."

"It doesn't matter." Hang Feng really didn't seem to care about Xu Che's thoughts, and walked past him and went downstairs.

Xu Che glanced in the direction of Xu Yuanguo's bedroom, hesitated for a few seconds, followed Hang Feng, and said, "Wait a minute."

Hang Feng looked at him impatiently, "What else do you want?"

Xu Che said, "You need to attend his funeral."

Hang Feng sneered and said only three words, "Why?"

What is the relationship between Xu Che and him? Why talk to him in such a tone of notification?

Coming to Xu's house twice was already a great favor, as for Xu Yuanguo's funeral, he would never go.

Xu Che didn't mind Hang Feng's attitude, but said: "His lawyer will announce the will on that day."

"What does it have to do with me?" Hang Feng's narrow eyes were full of sarcasm, "Why did you notify me specifically? Do you want me to attend his funeral just to wait for him to give me some charity?" "

Or is it to thank you all in the Xu family for your generosity, not only allowing an illegitimate child like me to live in this world, but also generously giving me a share of the property. Should I know what's right and wrong and take your gifts and leave obediently, and spend the rest of my life in tears of gratitude to you?"

Hang Feng's words are always sharp, especially when it comes to everything related to Xu Yuanguo.

Even though he knows that Xu Che is as innocent as he is.

But it was not him who lost his mother, and it was not him who lived as an illegitimate child for so many years. They will always be different people.

Hang Feng's words were like a sharp knife, stabbing Xu Che's heart and making him frown.

"If this makes you feel better, then you can continue." Xu Che looked at him with his arms around his chest and said, "But I still have to correct you. He is not giving you leftovers. He wants to give you everything he has."

After Xu Che finished speaking, Hang Feng sneered, "You are better at humiliating people than your mother."

Xu Che knew that he didn't believe it, so he said, "The will is on the third shelf of his study. You can go and see it anytime."

Hang Feng looked up in surprise, trying to find some evidence from Xu Che's eyes that "he was teasing and humiliating him."

But Xu Che just pointed to the right and said, "Let's go."

Xu Yuanguo's study.

The will was spread out on the table. The two teenagers stood face to face and fell into silence.

After a long while, Hang Feng pulled the corners of his lips and suddenly smiled, "So much money, what do you think I should do with it?"

"Anything."

"Okay." Hang Feng nodded, as if he had made a serious plan, "Then we'll shovel his grave flat and build a bar on the ground above."

Xu Che agreed with Hang Feng's proposal and said, "Okay."

Hang Feng still lowered his eyes and stared at the contract in front of him, but his eyes were full of disgust.

Xu Yuanguo left almost all of his inheritance to him, what does this mean?

Compared to Xu Che, he still likes his first love's son more. Why is he expressing his determination here before he dies?

This is simply meaningless.

Compared to what he has endured in these years, the financial compensation from Xu Yuanguo is really too insignificant.

Thinking of this, Hang Feng still felt bitter in his heart.

It's really strange. This feeling happens frequently and strongly recently, causing him to like sweets more and more.

It's a pity that there is no strawberry milk with him today. Hang Feng reached into his pocket without much hope, but suddenly stopped.

He touched a piece of candy wrapped in paper. It was given to him by Song Yi on the bus that day.

So Hang Feng took out the candy, opened it and put it in his mouth.

And Xu Che's eyes stayed on Hang Feng's hand for a moment.

This is his favorite candy.

Because it is difficult to buy and is not available in the country, he always asks someone to bring it back from abroad.

Xu Che had the answer in his mind, but he still asked, "What are you eating?"

Hang Feng didn't expect Xu Che's concern to be so specific, so he answered directly, "None of your business."

Xu Che lied calmly, saying, "I saw Xiao Qi eat this candy before, and she seemed to like it very much. I wanted to buy it for her."

Xiao Qi is Xu Che's cousin, and also Hang Feng's cousin.

Xu Qi is young but very cute. Although Hang Feng has never met her, he has always seen her photos on his grandmother's mobile phone, so he has some good feelings for her.

So Hang Feng answered, "I'm not sure. A friend gave it to me. I can go ask."

"No need." Xu Che lowered his eyes and clenched his hands in his pockets.

What Hang Feng didn't know was that his pocket was also filled with all kinds of candies.

It was a pity that there was no candy for the time being.

His favorite candy, she just gave it to someone else.

It might not suit her taste, it was just a candy.

Well... it's just a candy, not a big deal, not important.

Winter has come completely, and the weather is getting colder.

Getting up early every day has become an extremely painful thing for Song Yi, and it takes a righteous spirit to have the courage to get out of the quilt.

The date of this year's final exams has been set, and the last exam will be on the morning of January 13th, which happens to be Song Yi's birthday.

So Murong Huan and Quan Le thought together that since the final exams are over, they must relax. It happens to be Song Yi's birthday, so everyone should get together.

So the two of them volunteered to prepare a birthday surprise for Song Yi.

Shen Yujing also became interested after hearing the news, and the three of them hit it off and formed a temporary alliance.

Song Yi, who was writing furiously in the examination room, had no idea about this. If it weren't for her father's blessing in the morning, she would have even forgotten about it.

Until Song Yi finished the exam, handed in the paper and walked out of the examination room -

hot air balloons were flying in the sky, and the balloons were pulling down banners -

"Congratulations to Song Yi on his 80th birthday!" "

May you be as blessed as the big turtle in the East China Sea! May you live as long as the big rock in the South Mountain!"

Song Yi: "..."

Her toes began to move, and she wanted to escape from Saint Sly directly.

She really couldn't stay in such an embarrassing situation for a moment.

And the more embarrassing thing was still to come.

When countless strange classmates came towards Song Yi holding a rose in their hands, and stuffed the roses into her arms and said "Happy Birthday".

At that moment, Song Yi's smile was stiff.

So tacky, so tacky!

Who on earth came up with this idea? All they had to do was put a heart with candles on the ground and have everyone stand in the middle and sing Happy Birthday to her.

But Song Yi soon realized that something was wrong, because these roses...

were too many!

Song Yi was sure that she couldn't take them all, but there were still a lot of people holding roses coming towards her.

So many people? Is this a surprise for her birthday? Those who didn't know would think it was some kind of campus attendance activity!

So all these extra flowers that couldn't be taken were placed at Song Yi's feet.

Although it was very embarrassing, Song Yi could only nod and thank them politely, "Thank you, thank you, thank you very much."

At this moment, behind a big tree not far away, three people were hiding very hard.

To say that they were hiding was a bit of an exaggeration for them. The reason why they were not discovered was because Song Yi did not look up.

Looking at Song Yi in the distance, Murong Huan complained: "Who of you is in charge of the roses? Why so many? She can't even take them all."

Quan Le rolled his eyes, "That's better than some people's banners that change 18 to 80, right?"

Shen Yujing sneered: "That's because you misled me by talking about the big birthday. I don't know how I learned Chinese. Can 18 be considered a big birthday?"

"Alright, alright!" Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Murong Huan interrupted them and said, "Let's go to the next place to continue the decoration. It's too late!"

Quan Le and Shen Yujing glared at each other, but didn't say anything more.

Among the roses, holding a bunch of roses and surrounded by roses, Song Yi was embarrassed and didn't know where to go.

But soon, she had the answer.

Because she saw a pink arrow on a tree not far away, with the words -

[Please proceed forward according to the arrow's instructions] written on it

. The words were ugly and familiar. She had seen them when she went hiking in grade.

Yes, they were so ugly and distinctive. They were Shen Yujing's handwriting.

Holding the rose in her arms, Song Yi walked out of the pile of roses on the ground carefully and walked in the direction of the arrow.

Until she reached the back of the playground, there was an idle teaching building. Few people came here. It was usually held here when some club activities temporarily needed a venue.

At this moment, in a performance classroom in the teaching building.

The whole place was carefully decorated, with balloons, roses and some birthday decorations everywhere.

Murong Huan pushed the three-layer birthday cake to the back door, put the cart aside, and then began to call people, "Shen Yujing!"

Shen Yujing: "What for?"

Murong Huan was dissatisfied: "You have to say it!"

Shen Yujing: "I don't want it."

Murong Huan: "Jiang Yiheng!"

Jiang Yiheng: "Yeah."

Murong Huan: "Hang Feng!"

Hang Feng raised his eyes and looked at her, but didn't say anything.

Murong Huan: "Quan Le!"

Quan Le: "Here!"

Very good, everyone is here.

So Murong Huan began to assign tasks. She handed the speech to Shen Yujing, "You hide in the corner of the stage. After Song Yi comes in, all our surprises will end. When the birthday song stops, you start reading the sentence above."

Shen Yujing: "Why me?"

"Why so many whys? I'm the conductor today, so you have to listen to me." Murong Huan said and pointed at Jiang Yiheng, "You go to the middle of the stage. When the lights at the back turn on and Song Yi walks to the middle of the stage, pull the rope in your hand and let all the ribbons fall on her."

Jiang Yiheng naturally nodded in agreement to such a simple task, and there was no need for any further communication.

"Hang Feng, you go to the sound system and turn on the lights in the house in sequence according to the rhythm of the music. Pay attention, don't get the rhythm wrong."

"Quan Le! You...you stay where you want."

The tasks were assigned, and footsteps were heard outside the house at the same time.

Everyone held their breath, and the lights in the house were all turned off at this moment.

There was a knock on the door, and no one answered, so Song Yi pushed the door open.

Hang Feng started playing pure music, and everything went on step by step as Murong Huan had arranged.

Except for Shen Yujing, he had no sense of participation, squatting in the corner of the stage, and could not go out for the time being.

As soon as Song Yi entered the room, as expected, she saw the people who had prepared for her. A romantic surprise prepared for Song Yi.

Although it's a bit tacky... but also a bit touching.

But listening to others singing birthday songs for Song Yi, Shen Yujing felt very sad. All the happiness belonged to them, and he had nothing.

Shen Yujing thought dejectedly, but suddenly found a strange thing in front of him.

A black thing that looked like a handbrake, and the magical thing was that it was actually on the floor.

Shen Yujing really wanted to touch it, so at the moment the birthday song stopped, he raised the microphone as agreed and read out the words on it -

"I swear with the gods, bet you'll be moved... eh?"

Shen Yujing didn't have time to finish reading, because his foot stepped on this thing that looked like a black handbrake, and a loud noise rang out in the whole room.

Then Murong Huan's scream rang out: "The floor collapsed? How could the floor collapse! "

A group of people rushed over to help Song Yi.

Fortunately, the floor was a platform, so the collapse was not very deep.

Unfortunately...

the moment Song Yi fell, her body leaned forward, and her face was buried directly in the three-layer cake. She looked as weird as she could be.

Jiang Yiheng looked down at the stage and explained: "This stage is retractable. There should be a button to control it. It can be raised when needed and folded when not needed."

Quan Le asked: "Where is the button? Where is the button? Who pushed the button... Shen Yujing? Is it you, Shen Yujing! "

Murong Huan and Hang Feng helped Song Yi up from the left and right.

The moment Song Yi lifted her face out of the cake, her eyes were covered with cream and she couldn't open them.

Her whole face was covered with white cream, and with her confused expression, the whole picture was tragic but also a little funny.

"Ah! "Yi Yi..."

Murong Huan quickly lowered her head and searched for a napkin in her bag.

Shen Yujing pursed his lips, walked over with his head held high, and faced what was happening in front of him.

A retractable stage? It was the first time he had seen such a thing in the world!

Shen Yujing walked up to Song Yi and stammered to explain, "Yes...yes, I'm sorry, I...I'm not..."

Song Yi grabbed Hang Feng's hand and wiped her face instead of a tissue. The world in front of her at least had a shape, and she could see the face of the culprit Shen Yujing clearly.

Song Yi confirmed with him again, "Did you do it?"

Shen Yujing nodded, and wanted to explain, "I really didn't do it on purpose..."

Without hesitation, Song Yi grabbed a handful of the cake in front of her and pressed it on Shen Yujing's face.

She gritted her teeth and said word by word, "I'm making a bet with the devil, betting that you will never recover. ”［Note 1］