Jiang Ling knew that her brain was in a state of shutdown, her whole body seemed to have lost her soul, and she didn't know how she got back.

Cloudy and foggy.

When he reacted, he saw that the front door was his own door.

There are greenery all around, and there is no one on the road, which seems a bit empty.

Jiang Lingzhi finally regained his senses and was about to turn his face away.

The boy stood behind her, raised his hand to gently support her head, and his low magnetic voice came from the top of his head.

"No one can make you bad, you will always be the best, never, never let yourself down."

Jiang Lingzhi stared at the front, her throat suddenly choked up, and she forgot to speak.

"Go home, don't worry your family."

His voice was gentle and lazy, his palm gently pressed against her back, and there was a slight pushing force.

Jiang Lingzhi seemed to be bewitched, and subconsciously took two steps forward.

When he reached the door, he finally couldn't help but look back.

The boy is slender and tall, with a long and tall body, a white shirt, and black slacks, which outlines him as tall and straight as always.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and stood there loosely.

Seeing her turn back, the corners of her lips twitched slightly.

She is calm and down-to-earth, giving people a sense of security.

Give her the illusion that whenever she looks back, he will be behind her.

Jiang Lingzhi breathed a little.

She retracted her gaze, pressed the door handle hard with her palm.

Hearing the opening of the door, the rustling sound of overlapping newspapers suddenly came from the living room.

"Is Zhizhi back?" Jiang Puqing's voice rang first.

Jiang Lingzhi was still immersed in the boy's last look.

Hearing this, he looked up.

Jiang Puqing was still wearing a shirt and trousers, as if he had come back from the company temporarily.

"Why did you go out dressed like this?"

Jiang Lingzhi was still wearing a nightgown, with a pair of slippers on her feet, her eyes were red, and it looked like she had just cried.

Much like a child who was wronged and sneaked out of the house.

Jiang Puqing sighed and came over: "I just heard from your mother that you didn't perform well in this exam?"

Jiang Lingzhi lowered his head and stopped talking.

Jiang Puqing hesitated for a moment, and seemed to be phrasing how to speak: "It doesn't matter, the teacher called and told us just now, because it was a little uncomfortable on the day of the test?"

"Why didn't you tell your mother, your mother also blamed herself and almost thought you ran away from home."

Jiang Puqing stroked her head and comforted her softly: "She was still wiping her tears in the room just now, don't be angry with her."

Jiang Lingzhi lowered her eyelashes, her pale lips murmured, "I'm not angry."

She was never mad at her.

Just disappointed with myself.

Jiang Puqing patted her head: "Mom loves you very much, but people of our generation are not good at expressing themselves and always feel embarrassed."

Jiang Lingzhi nodded absently: "I know."

Jiang Puqing sighed: "It's okay, an exam doesn't mean anything, it doesn't matter if you can't be divided into key classes, the teaching level of No. 1 Middle School is the same in any class."

Jiang Lingzhi nodded slowly again.

"Okay, your eyes are red. You go back to your room and have a good rest. You just got a call and thought something was wrong, and you came back before the meeting was over."

Jiang Lingzhi paused, then whispered, "Go back to the meeting, I'm fine."