In the end, Shen Yujing and Quan Le refused to wear the Tiga jumpsuit that they had fought over before, and threw it aside.

In their opinion, the person wearing this suit is the representative of "ugliness".

Shen Yujing also asked them, "Who do you think is more suitable to wear it, me or him?"

Quan Le also looked at them with an expectant look.

Jiang Yiheng: "Both are suitable."

Murong Huan translated for him, "Both are ugly."

Although the two were angry, they still looked at Song Yi together, waiting for her final answer.

Song Yi hesitated, looked at Shen Yujing, and said sincerely: "I think it suits you better."

Shen Yujing: "?"

Shen Yujing was angry and wanted to argue with Song Yi, while Quan Le laughed, thinking that this was proof that he was more handsome than Shen Yujing, and praised Song Yi for her good taste.

Until the servant came up and knocked on the door, saying, "Miss, your classmates are here."

They are all here, that is... Is Hang Feng here? ? ?

Everyone quickly exchanged glances, and then immediately began to pack up the things in front of them.

This is a surprise! It will take until the evening for Hang Feng to see it!

Everyone was busy, some took clothes, some hid gifts, while Song Yi and Murong Huan hid the huge Ultraman in the cloakroom.

Until the door was opened -

the monitor of Class B stood in front of them, looked at Quan Le and Shen Yujing who fell to the ground because of their haste to hide things, and pushed his glasses awkwardly.

Quan Le instantly released his hand that was pressing on the Ultraman jumpsuit, breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed to the ground.

Murong Huan stepped forward and asked, "Class monitor? Why are you here?"

The class monitor then told the reason for his arrival, "Classmate Murong Huan, is classmate Hang Feng here?"

Murong Huan shook his head, "No."

The class monitor continued, "Classmate Hang Feng did not fill out the holiday safety guarantee form last night, and we can't contact him. I heard that he has been with you these days, and I thought you would know something."

Quan Le interrupted and said, "That kid didn't see it yesterday, and he didn't come today."

At this point, Song Yi frowned.

Hang Feng said yesterday that he would accompany his grandmother, but he didn't come later.

Because they had to prepare a birthday present for him today, they pretended to notify in the group that there would be no make-up classes today, but they gathered here in the afternoon without telling Hang Feng.

But... Hang Feng didn't reply to their messages.

Song Yi took out her cell phone to confirm this once again, and then said to Jiang Yiheng: "Hang Feng hasn't spoken in the group for almost two days, and he hasn't replied to my message."

"Why are you being so secretive?" Shen Yujing said, and took out his cell phone to call Hang Feng, "Is there anything you can't ask him directly?"

However, soon, Shen Yujing's expression froze.

He took down his cell phone and looked at them, "Hang Feng's phone is turned off."

Everyone realized that something was wrong.

Because they were all busy preparing a birthday surprise for Hang Feng, it was a good thing for them that Hang Feng was not there for the past two days, but they ignored why he was not there.

Murong Huan said worriedly: "Could something have happened?"

Song Yi took out his cell phone and called his grandmother, but no one answered.

The study committee member was embarrassed standing here, so he said, "Since you don't know the situation, I'll ask someone else."

Then he closed the door and left.

Just when everyone was at a loss, grandma called.

Song Yi asked anxiously, "Grandma, is Hang Feng at home?"

There was silence for a few seconds, and the old voice sounded weakly, "Yi Yi, Hang Feng... He went to attend his father's funeral. It happened early this morning." The

speakerphone was on, and grandma's voice rang clearly in the whole room, and the place fell into silence instantly.

Song Yi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only comfort grandma a few words.

Everyone was silent until the phone was hung up.

Today is her birthday, and it is also her father's funeral. This is an unacceptable blow to anyone.

Song Yi looked at Jiang Yiheng, the most reliable person present, and asked, "Do you have the contact information of the Xu family? I always feel that it is not the case." Jiang

Yiheng saw that Song Yi was hesitant to speak, so he asked, "Do you suspect that he did not attend his father's funeral?"

Song Yi nodded. Although she had no evidence, based on her understanding of Hang Feng, she always felt that he would not attend his father's funeral.

And on such a special day as today.

Jiang Yiheng hesitated for a moment and said, "My parents don't seem to have received any notification of this matter, which means that the Xu family should not have made this matter public."

It would be rude for the Jiang family to call and inquire now.

Shen Yujing said, "I'll call Xu Che to ask."

Shen Yujing called Xu Che again, but this time Xu Che answered.

The cold young man's voice sounded, asking, "What's the matter?"

Shen Yujing pursed his lips and asked, "Is Hang Feng with you?"

Xu Che's voice was mocking, and he asked back, "Why is he here?"

Shen Yujing blurted out, "But today is not..."

Halfway through the sentence, he realized that he was talking too much and stopped immediately.

"Yes." Xu Che admitted it directly, saying, "But that kind of scum died, let alone Hang Feng, I don't want to stay here unless it's absolutely necessary."

Xu Che's mood should be very bad, and he hung up the phone directly after speaking.

But this call can also prove to everyone that Hang Feng did not go to Xu's house, and he lied to his grandmother.

So where would he be? This became a new question.

Murong Huan took out his cell phone and said directly: "I will arrange for the bodyguards to look for him."

Everyone felt that they couldn't just sit here, so Jiang Yiheng, who was the most reliable, began to make arrangements.

Jiang Yiheng said, "Study, library, home, and the place where he worked part-time, all the places he might go, everyone should go and look for him separately."

"Okay."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then they divided the work among different places and went to look for Hang Feng separately.

Shen Yujing went to the place where Hang Feng worked part-time and asked around, and stopped after making sure that he didn't come.

Shen Yujing stood on the side of the road, stretched out his hands to grab his hair into a mess, and his face was full of distress.

Did this happen? How pitiful.

Hang Feng's father passed away, and that was Xu Che's father.

The young man pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to stop a taxi on the roadside, got in and directly reported the address of Xu's family.

Half an hour later, Xu's family.

Shen Yujing, as always, did not treat himself as an outsider and rushed into the family's house. He did not care about the servants' obstruction and found Xu Che in the study.

The black-haired boy sat in the corner, and there was a coldness in his eyes when he looked up.

Two servants followed behind Shen Yujing, wanting to stop him but not daring, so they could only say in embarrassment: "Master, we...we can't stop Master Shen."

Xu Che put the doll ornament in his hand into his pocket, stood up and said: "You go out."

The two servants looked at each other, then retreated together and closed the door.

Xu Che sat on the sofa and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Shen Yujing frowned even more. He walked up to Xu Che and said word by word, "Of course I'm here to fight you."

"Let me be frank. I won't let you go just because you're in a bad mood."

Song Yi was responsible for going to the school to find Hang Feng.

The guard said that it was winter vacation and no students came in or out all day.

Song Yi picked up her phone and messages in the group popped up one by one, but the same thing was that no one found Hang Feng.

It was a cloudy day today, the air was chilly, and the wind was blowing continuously.

Even with a scarf on, Song Yi still felt the cold wind drilling into her neck.

Song Yi thought about it. This was not the first time she had looked for Hang Feng.

The last time was in... the alley where they first met.

Song Yi walked into the cake shop across the street, bought a small cake, and bought a cup of hot milk tea, then took a taxi to the alley.

However, there was no one here, only the cold wind blew the withered and yellow ginkgo leaves to the ground, which looked extremely lonely.

A child poked his head out of the door and looked at Song Yi curiously.

Song Yi asked him, "Little boy? Has anyone been here today?"

The little boy didn't say anything, but continued to look at her with a pair of round eyes.

Song Yi took out a piece of candy from her pocket and handed it over.

The child smiled and said, "A big brother came here today and sat here for two hours."

It should be Hang Feng, that's right.

So Song Yi thanked the child and called Hang Feng again, but no one answered.

Wait, no one answered?

Shen Yujing clearly said that the phone was turned off before, which proved that Hang Feng should have turned on his phone by now.

So Song Yi did not give up and called one after another. After calling seven or eight times, it was finally connected. There

was silence on the other end of the phone, with only the sound of breathing.

Song Yi anxiously said: "Hang Feng? Where are you, are you okay now? We are all looking for you."

There was still no answer from the other end, only the sound of sucking when the drink was running out.

Song Yi called his name, "Hang Feng?"

A hoarse voice sounded, "I'm fine, I'll be home later, don't worry."

Song Yi was about to say something, but suddenly felt a hint of coldness on the tip of her nose.

She raised her head, and snowflakes kept falling from the sky.

It was snowing, the first snow of this year.

The phone was hung up at the same time, leaving only a busy tone.

The milk tea in her hand had become warm, perhaps because it was snowing, making people feel colder.

Song Yi stood there, thinking about the information on the phone just now.

Is Hang Feng drinking something?

Um... strawberry milk!

That kind of strawberry milk is only available in special convenience stores, and the nearest convenience store is less than 500 meters away from here.

Song Yi had the answer in her heart, so she ran to the convenience store.

It was almost time for dinner, and pedestrians were walking home in a hurry with umbrellas in hand. The running figure of the girl did not seem out of place among them.

Snowflakes fell on her hair, shoulders, and anywhere on her body.

They fell briefly, but melted quickly, bringing a chill.

The sky got darker.

Song Yi hurried to the convenience store, and sure enough, she saw a familiar figure.

The boy was sitting in a dead corner with his back to the convenience store. He was sitting on the abandoned steps, and his figure was thin under his coat.

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards him.

At this moment, Hang Feng was looking at messages on his mobile phone.

Many people called and sent him messages, asking about where he had gone, and it seemed that many people cared about him.

This was a warmth that Hang Feng had never felt before, and it supported him to remain sober and calm today.

Of course, he couldn't help his eyes turning red, it was a physiological reaction and he couldn't control it.

Hang Feng hated Xu Yuanguo, but blood ties bound him to a sad mood.

Suddenly, a hand covered Hang Feng's eyes from behind.

Hang Feng's body stiffened slightly. The faint sweetness in his breath was a familiar breath, and the furry gloves were telling him who was behind him.

The girl's voice rang out exaggeratedly, and she asked in a funny way: "Guess who I am?"

Hang Feng was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Song Yi."

Song Yi let go of his hand, with a disappointed tone, "You guessed it? Since you won, I will give you a gift."

Song Yi said and sat down beside him.

Hang Feng lowered his eyes and did not look at Song Yi, but he did not reject her approach.

Song Yi unwrapped the cake, put the candles on it and put it aside. After hesitating for a moment, she stood up and stood in front of Hang Feng.

She bent down, took off her scarf and put it around Hang Feng's neck, carefully wrapping it around twice to prevent the wind from blowing in.

Then Song Yi held the boy's hand, which was already cold and stiff, and took off her pink furry gloves.

Ice, this was the only word in Song Yi's mind. Hang Feng's hand was so cold that she wanted to shiver.

However, when his skin felt the warm touch, Hang Feng was startled and instinctively wanted to retract his hand.

But Song Yi grabbed it a little harder and forced her pink gloves on him.

Hang Feng lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, his voice still hoarse, "Why did you come."

"Dangdangdangdang~"

Song Yi said, picked up the birthday cake next to him, lifted it up and placed it between the two of them, and squatted in front of Hang Feng again.

She lit the candles and said, "Of course I'm here to celebrate your birthday, blow out the candles quickly."

Hang Feng looked up at her, his narrow and indifferent eyes had already been stained with a touch of red.

But the girl seemed to be unaware, she held up the cake and urged him, "Hurry up and blow out the candles, remember to close your eyes and put your hands together to make a wish."

Hang Feng did not do the latter, because he blew out the candles perfunctorily and asked in a cold tone, "Is it okay?"

"Yes." Song Yi nodded, lowered her head seriously to look at the cake in her hand, and said, "You don't want to make a wish? So greedy. Well, I can only wish that all your wishes can come true."

Even though she pretended to be cold and stubborn on the surface, the sourness in her eyes became heavier.

He looked at her and asked again, "Why did you come?"

Song Yi did not answer this question, but reached out to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

The warm hand touched the cold face, and the fingertips carefully wiped away the tears on his face.

Hang Feng did not dodge, but still stared at her eyes, as if trying to find some answers from this face.

Snowflakes fell on Song Yi's eyelashes, but she looked up and smiled at him, saying, "Don't cry, Hang Feng."

"Happy birthday, be happy."