Chapter 6

A group of people carrying the unconscious girl, like when they came here, splashed back and forth. Before they left, they did not forget to put a cruel word: "you wait for me!"

Yang Peiqing did not care to carry her schoolbag back to her shoulder. She looked at her face in the mirror of the bathroom and gave a strange smile.

Her home is near the school, so she is not a resident, and there is no need to waste that money. Every day Yang Peiqing goes to school by subway. Now she can't wait to see her parents, the kind and loving middle-aged people.

According to the route in my memory, I got off the subway and walked into the community. This is a living area for middle and lower class people. Many workers live here.

The old houses are obviously different from the beautiful city. The paint on the wall peels off. From time to time, we can see several terrible cracks. The rusty balcony has a lot of dirt. From afar, like the dying old man.

Her home is right here.

Yang Peiqing had never lived in such a poor house before, but in front of such a poor house, she felt the warm feeling of an unprecedented home.

This is her home, with parents.

Warm smile, she climbed up the fifth floor, took out the key to open the door, "Mom, I'm back."

There was no one in the living room. The sound of cooking and the smell of cooking fumes came from the kitchen. Then a loud female voice rang out: "wash your hands quickly, and you'll have dinner soon."

Then there was another voice, obviously a man: "put your schoolbag in the room. Do you feel dizzy today?"

Yang Peiqing followed her memory and went into her room. She put down her schoolbag and came out again. She washed her hands: "no, today is very good."

The original owner's blood sugar is low, dizziness is common, and fainting is not uncommon, so there is always sugar in her schoolbag, but she didn't find it when she looked through it today. She must have finished it.

Sitting honestly at the table, the middle-aged man in his apron soon brought out two dishes, one fried cabbage and the other hot and sour potatoes. The woman brought out two bowls of noodle soup, one in front of her and the other in front of the man. She went back to the kitchen and brought one. The family began to eat.

Yang Peiqing picked up a chopstick of potatoes and put it into his mouth, his nose sour. Her parents are a political marriage. The noble couple never do this. Here she feels like a child, a child who needs to be cared for.

It's said that the eldest miss of the Song family is indifferent and noble, but that song Shijia has died. Now, she is Yang Peiqing, ordinary Yang Peiqing.

Every noon, Yang's father would watch the news on time. Yang Peiqing was eating the food from her mother, listening to her habitual nagging about trivial things, with a soft smile in her eyes.

"Eh, isn't this the miss of the Song family?"

Yang's mother pointed to the TV and was surprised.

Yang Peiqing subconsciously turned his head, and a piece of news was being reported on the TV, "Miss Song's family lost her feet and died on the cliff, and her family was devastated.". She wanted to laugh and couldn't laugh. The body covered by white cloth on TV was once her own.

The influence of the Song family is really great, but they are all on the midday news.

She carefully looked at the painful middle-aged men and women on the TV screen, trying to find half the real sadness from their faces, but she couldn't find it. No one in the world knows these two people better than her. The so-called "heartbreak" is just the technical residue of the superb acting skills of both sides. They can easily deceive everyone.