Song Yi: "?"

She looked at Hang Feng, then at Shen Yujing, and always felt that these two people were a little strange.

If they don't want to drink it, then don't drink it. Why do they act like they can't survive if they drink a sip of turtle soup?

In the end, Song Yi still brought herself a bowl of soup and sat down.

The soup was delicious and the meat was tender. Song Yi thought with emotion: It is really a loss for Shen Yujing and Hang Feng if they don't drink this soup.

After the meal, everyone felt satisfied.

It was getting dark, and the last step was naturally to eat cake.

The cake ordered by Shen Yujing was more beautiful than Murong Huan's, and it was also three-layered.

Thinking of the tragic experience at school today, Song Yi looked at Shen Yujing, "Don't move."

After saying that, she walked carefully towards the cake.

Shen Yujing: "..."

Murong Huan helped Song Yi open the cake and lit the candles.

The leftover dishes on the table had been collected by Song's father, and the huge cake was lifted onto the table.

Murong Huan put a birthday hat on Song Yi's head, and then turned around to get the candles.

Unlike ordinary candles, this candle was in the shape of a cute black-haired little girl. The little girl was wearing the same color school uniform as St. Sly, and it was obviously customized in the image of Song Yi.

Murong Huan customized this candle a long time in advance. He originally planned to put it on the birthday cake he bought, but he didn't expect Shen Yujing to take advantage of it.

The little candle girl was wearing a birthday hat on her head, and the burning wire was sticking out of the hat.

The candle was lit and the lights in the room were turned off.

Everyone gathered around the table, staring at the cake... Oh no, it was the little girl's birthday hat.

Everyone chose to be quiet, because this scene had a strange and weird feeling no matter how they looked at it.

Soon, the birthday hat was melted, and the flames burned the little girl's hair.

Shen Yujing said faintly: "Song Yi, your hair is going to be gone, you are going to be bald."

Song Yi: "..."

It was Jiang Yiheng who spoke again, saying: "Don't look at it, but make a wish first." Hera

"Yes, yes, yes." Quan Le nodded, "What's so good about it? Isn't it just a very ordinary... ordinary candle? Let's sing the birthday song quickly!"

Yes, yes, very ordinary.

Everyone sang a birthday song for Song Yi, and there were some discordant voices among them, and even the birthday song was sung out of tune.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you~"

Song Yi stood in front of the cake, clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the unpleasant song in her ears.

It's so nice, if only it could continue like this.

She hopes that everyone around her is safe and sound, and can always get along like this, happy and without worries.

I hope everyone can completely break free from the constraints of the original plot, and everyone will have a new life and a beautiful future of their own.

On the other side, at the Hang family.

Grandma brought the steaming hot meals to the table, trying to keep a cold face, but her eyes revealed the love that could not be concealed.

It hasn't been long since they last met, but he seems to have grown taller, grandma thought.

Xu Che has gotten used to it. Every time he comes to see his grandmother, she always says that it's better to see each other less often, but at the same

time she keeps talking about her concern for him, and her eyes never leave him for a moment. She obviously misses him and loves him very much, but in order not to make Hang Feng sad, she deliberately keeps a distance from him, always saying that maintaining the status quo is good.

A sour feeling creeps into his heart. Is it jealousy?

Xu Che thought, there must be.

Xu Che envies Hang Feng. At least he has someone who loves him wholeheartedly by his side, instead of like him, who needs to be so cautious even to appear here.

Is there jealousy?

Xu Che doesn't know, but he doesn't need an answer for the time being.

Just like grandma always said, for such a complicated family like theirs, it’s good enough to be able to maintain the status quo without any more disturbances.

As for the future...

the future, let’s wait until Xu Yuanguo dies.

Hang Feng and Xu Yuanguo lived too far apart, which resulted in the hatred that had obviously reached its extreme being diluted by time, and thus a bit of blood-related affection and sorrow developed before Xu Yuanguo’s death.

And for Xu Che, it was precisely because of this daily interaction that the originally ignorant hatred continued to deepen, and also completely eroded the affection that he had expected in his heart.

It’s funny to say that the person who most hopes Xu Yuanguo will die now may not be Hang Feng, but him.

Because in Xu Che’s view, as long as Xu Yuanguo dies, everything will be over.

When the mother knew that Xu Yuanguo had left everything to the illegitimate son whom she hated the most, she would probably go crazy.

But that didn't matter anymore. The suffering and pain of these years were finally coming to an end.

The boy thought so, and a flash of coldness with resentment flashed across his lowered eyes.

This was the first time Xu Che stayed at home to eat. When his grandmother handed him the chopsticks, he was so nervous that he didn't know which hand to stretch out to take them.

The boy who looked fierce was a little restless at this moment, and carefully picked up a chopstick of the dish in front of him. It

was very bland and tasteless. He must have forgotten to add salt.

But Xu Che felt that this was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in his life.

He didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and quickened the speed of eating.

Grandma poured him a glass of water and said caringly, "Don't eat so fast, it's not good for your stomach."

Xu Che didn't say anything, but his hands kept moving faster and faster.

Just like a person who has been thirsty for a long time in the desert facing a clean water source, Xu Che didn't know if there would be a next time, so he wanted to eat as much of his grandma's cooking as possible, just like making up for the family affection he had missed in these years.

Only when he felt that his stomach had reached its limit did Xu Che reluctantly put down his chopsticks.

He looked up at the clock on the wall and confirmed with his grandmother again: "Will Hang Feng really not come back suddenly?"

If possible, he didn't want to leave his grandmother so early.

He wanted to stay with his grandmother for a while longer, instead of returning to the cold, depressing and suffocating home.

Grandma smiled and said: "He is celebrating his friend's birthday, it is impossible for him to come back so early."

Xu Che breathed a sigh of relief, but then seemed to realize something and said: "He has a friend?"

In Xu Che's memory, his younger brother has been a loner since he was a child. Now he has a friend? That's a good thing.

"Yes." Grandma nodded and smiled and said: "He is in the same school as Xiao Feng, also from St. Sely, and they were deskmates." Going to

the same school as Hang Feng, Xu Che vaguely had the answer in his heart.

But he still pretended to ask casually: "What's her name?"

Grandma replied: "It's Song Yi, Song as in Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and Yi as in Yiren. The name is also very nice."

It was expected.

Xu Che pursed his lips, and the hands hanging at his sides clenched a little unconsciously. They

were in the same school, had been desk mates, and had helped him a lot.

That's why they are friends.

Grandma didn't notice what Xu Che was thinking, but continued: "The little girl is pretty and kind-hearted. She has helped Xiao Feng and me a lot during this period. You see, the calendar and clock on the wall were hung by her, and the turtle was also given by her. Xiao Feng usually takes care of it. Although Xiao Feng is usually not talkative, he is still very attentive to taking care of small animals."

Turtle?

Xu Che looked towards the balcony in the direction of his grandmother's finger.

In the fish tank, a turtle was lying there, and only a shell could be seen from a distance.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the candy, his favorite candy.

It was something he usually couldn't bear to eat, but he still gave it to her.

But the candy unexpectedly appeared in Hang Feng's hand in the end.

Is it because they are friends? Is it because they are friends?

Xu Che has always wanted to be a good brother, but the relationship between him and Hang Feng is not suitable, and he has never been able to fulfill this dream.

Suddenly, he felt that he wanted to fight for something again.

This kind of psychology is strange and contradictory. His heart doesn't hurt, but it makes him keep thinking about it.

But he still doesn't know why.

The boy pursed his lips, raised his head and looked at his grandmother, and said softly, "Grandma, can I take the turtle home?"

"I... like it very much."