After lunch, Ai Liang returned to the classroom for lunch break. During the lunch break, he looked back at the classroom. There were obviously many empty seats.

It seems that there are many parents who are willing to spend money on their children. A good high school is the beginning of a high education. If you have the conditions, you will naturally not let your children lose at the starting line.

Ma Yu and Fang Xiaoxiao took advantage of lunch time and packed up and returned home.

Ai Liang lowered his head and checked his desk. Unlike the tables filled with textbooks and reference books, his desk had no textbooks on the table or the table, but only the test papers that the teacher occasionally arranged.

I have brought the textbooks and other things back home in batches, and the books on the desk are just a few idle books I bought from Xu Zhihai to pass on my usual self-study.

Ai Liang grabbed the book and the test papers he had told him and came to the trash can in the corridor and threw them all in.

It turns out that the book I picked up is not very meaningful after reading it. He can't put these rags away as collections, right? As for the test paper, it's even more meaningless. After the lecture, it will be thrown away.

While Ai Liang was handling the items on the desk, Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue were also packing up their things.

Yue Qihua is fine. She and Ai Liang have almost nothing to bring. She stuffed the comics and power banks into her schoolbag and finished it.

Yang Xingyue was a little miserable. Not only did she have textbooks and test papers distributed by the school, but she also had a lot of tutoring books recommended by Ai Liang to her. In the end, she borrowed Yue Qihua's schoolbag to move all of these things away. The two large bags of things combined were at least twenty or thirty kilograms.

"Ai Liang came here to help me. Who asked you to buy so many reference books for Xingyue? I am suffering now." Yue Qihua carried her schoolbag on one shoulder and could not tell at all that she was suffering.

However, Ai Liang still came forward to take his schoolbag and carried it on his shoulders and walked side by side with Yang Xingyue.

"Thanks."

Yang Xingyue looked at Ai Liang and showed a sweet smile: "Well, is Ai Liang free this afternoon? I want to ask you to tell me a few questions..."

Yang Xingyue is extremely shy every time she invites Ai Liang.

"My dad is very busy recently, so no one at home doesn't have to worry..." Yang Xingyue added another sentence in order to avoid embarrassment.

Ai Liang was in his thirties in his two lives. He could hear this strangely. He looked at Yang Xingyue with a strange look. When did this shy little white rabbit become so bold?

The client was waiting for Ai Liang's answer with anticipation.

Considering that there is a difference between men and women, he didn't want to have too much involvement with Director Yang's daughter, so he refused: "Sorry, I have something to do in the afternoon."

Yang Xingyue was not disappointed and continued to ask: "What about tomorrow? My dad has not been at home for a while. He always carried a schoolbag weighing more than ten pounds and was very tired when he ran to the bookstore and library with so many tuition books."

Is this girl a ghost?

Ai Liang turned his gaze to Yue Qihua: ‘What's wrong with her?’

It seemed as if I understood Ai Liang's meaning, Yue Qihua sighed and said, "Xingyue, I have a brain before speaking, and think about what you said just now."

Yang Xingyue looked puzzled. Didn’t she just ask Ai Liang for tutoring her as usual?

After a while of silence, Yang Xingyue's face suddenly turned red, and she felt that she could fry it if she beat an egg.

"I...I...Ailiang, I don't mean that..."

After thinking about what he had just said, Yang Xingyue suddenly turned into a mosquito-coiled eye, and explained in a hurry, and all the words she spit out were vague words that she couldn't understand at all.

Yue Qihua looked at Yang Xingyue's incoherent appearance and had to explain to her: "Uncle Yang was on a business trip, so Xingyue lives in my house now. She wants to invite you to my house for her tutoring. That's probably what it means."

Yang Xingyue nodded wildly: "Huhua's parents are not at home and only have one nanny responsible for cleaning... It hurts so much, why are you doing!"

"I said that I should not speak in such a misunderstood way!" Yue Qihua took back her hand knife.

Ai Liang didn't say anything. It was not convenient for him to speak at this time. He just slowed down his steps and followed the two silently.

Although they were wearing school uniforms, their beautiful appearance could not be covered by a piece of clothing. The rustic school uniforms were also worn by them to show their fashion show temperament. They were very eye-catching along the way and people turned back frequently. Who doesn’t like the young and beautiful girl?

Ai Liang followed them with a baseball cap lowered the brim and blocked his appearance. He kept a distance of two or three meters, and refused to move forward side by side with them.

The two of them had long been used to this, and they both knew that Ai Liang didn't want to attract attention.

Ai Liang put his schoolbag on the bench under the bus stop: "I have something to do next, so I can only deliver it here."

An urgent matter? After thinking about it, the only summons from the police were the only ones.

Thinking of this, Yang Xingyue asked with some concern: "Is it still the police's affairs?"

After being in class for three years, Ai Liang has never been as busy as in recent days. He has to run around almost every day. He is used to Ai Liang being by her side when studying. Now he will leave from time to time for a while, making a hint of loneliness in Yang Xingyue's heart.

In the past, Yang Xingyue's father was the same. He could take time to spend time with his daughter at the beginning, but later he went home less and less often, so few that he could only keep her at Yue Qihua's house.

Graduation is about to be graduated. This way of getting along makes Yang Xingyue feel very uneasy. Will Ai Liang be like his father? The relationship between the two is getting farther and farther away?

Ailiang called Didi nearby on his mobile phone, and while waiting for Didi, he replied: "No, the police have finished it. As long as there is no accident, I don't need a certificate."

"What are you going to do this afternoon?"

Yang Xingyue wanted to inquire about Ai Liang’s afternoon itinerary.

"Attend to Gao Jiajia's funeral."

Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue looked at each other, and this topic was not easy to answer.

"... Can we go together? No matter what, it's still half an acquaintance." Yang Xingyue was silent for a while and suggested going there.

Although it is not a friend, it is considered a good relationship between everyone because of Fang Xiaoxiao.

"Gao Jiajia's father only invited me, and it was a bit rude to come uninvited."

"There are only you and Gao Jiajia's father?" Yue Qihua's expression was a little serious, "I remember he wanted to attack you last Friday. Will he blame you for Gao Jiajia's death? After all..."

Although these words are cruel and ruthless, they are very reasonable.

Yue Qihua, who has seen Gao Fuye go crazy, doesn't mind using the biggest malicious intention to speculate on the intentions of this real estate boss.

"It's just attending the funeral." Ai Liang shook his head without explaining.

Gao Fuye's crazy appearance on Friday is indeed misunderstood, it is just that he cannot accept the impulse of losing his daughter.

It cannot be said that he is a good person, but he must be a good father. This was confirmed by Ai Liang when he went to his house.

"Oh, don't carry your schoolbag when attending the funeral. I'll take you with my schoolbag. Anyway, it won't take much time for the two of you to mourn. After that, you can come to my house to tutor Xingyue's homework. First, ask if there is nothing shameful in the bag, right?"

Yue Qihua took off Ai Liang's schoolbag.

"I'd better carry it on my back..."

Just then, the taxi also came over. Yue Qihua pushed Ai Liang without giving him a chance to defend him: "That's all, remember to come here to get his schoolbag in the afternoon."

Ai Liang looked at Yue Qihua who was holding her schoolbag and refused to let go. He felt helpless and could only agree to her.

Looking at the taxi going away, Yang Xingyue was a little confused: "Huahua, there is no need to force Ai Liang to come..."

Yue Qihua stared at Yang Xingyue for a long time before slowly saying: "Who do you think I did this for? Ai Liang didn't like to take care of others. If you were shy, you would have no chance in your life."

"You wouldn't think that there are three years left in high school, right? When you come to the new environment, you are sure that no one will attack Ailiang first? No one else will be as thin-skinned as you."

Yang Xingyue lowered her head and was scolded by Yue Qihua, and she knew all these things, but she didn't want to think about them.

"If you don't say that your current grades are not a problem in entering Experimental Middle School, but the key classes are still a bit reluctant. If you don't let Ai Liang make up for your lessons in the last month, then you will be in the same class. If someone chases Ai Liang in the class, you can't stop him."

Yue Qihua's expression was serious and serious. These were the facts in front of her. She didn't want to watch Yang Xingyue continue to be innocent.

Yang Xingyue muttered in a low voice: "Isn't Huahua around Ailiang? You are there..."

When she heard Yang Xingyue’s muttering, Yue Qihua was so scared that she almost stood firm. She pretended to be calm and said, “Are you chasing Ai Liang or I chasing you? Is your love rival who will solve it yourself!”

After saying that, she also knocked Yang Xingyue's head with a knife.

"I understand..."

After Yue Qihua preached, Yang Xingyue drooped her head and looked listless.

Ai Liang, who was riding a taxi, had no idea about the conversation between the two little girls. He had now arrived at the entrance of the funeral home located in the suburbs of the city. The driver was unwilling to stay in such a place for a long time and was worried about getting bad luck. Waiting for Ai Liang to get off the bus, he quickly left.

Under the leadership of the staff, Ai Liang quickly came to the condolence hall. When he entered the building, a cold air came towards him. The air conditioning system here was colder than the household air conditioning. The space in the condolence hall was large, and the slight footsteps would echo in the hall. The hearing made people feel creepy. Gao Fuye was sitting alone on a chair at this time.

Just as Ai Liang was about to walk over, the staff suddenly grabbed him: "That man hasn't eaten for a day. If you are a relative of the deceased, it's best to persuade him first."

The staff did not say anything big, maybe they had seen too much, and they didn't even change their expressions. They just asked Ai Liang to persuade Gao Fuye to have a meal.

Ai Liang did not make a promise, but just replied lightly: "I understand."

Gao Fuye's love for Gao Jiajia moved him, but that's all. After this condolence was over, there was no relationship between the two.

The matter of helping him catch the murderer was treated as Ai Liang's return gift to feel the warmth of family affection. Gao Fuye will have no relationship with Ai Liang if he will have children in the second marriage or take revenge on Wang Zi's family for Gao Jiajia.

Ai Liang walked to Gao Fuye and shouted: "Uncle Gao."

"You're here."

Gao Fuye calmly raised his head and looked at Ai Liang. He saw it when Ai Liang first entered the door, but he was not in the mood to walk over to greet him.

"Um."

"Thank you for being willing to come over. When you mourn Jia Jia, you will be sent to cremation."

"I see."

Ai Liang came to the portrait without saying nonsense and bowed, and stood silently for a while.

In addition to flowers, there is also a powerless recording pen in front of the portrait. Ai Liang is very clear about what it is recorded. Gao Fuye guessed what he wanted to use for when he asked.

After a few minutes of silence, Ai Liang walked towards the gate of the mourning hall without looking back and planned to leave. At this time, Gao Fuye's voice came from behind: "Please wait a moment."

Ai Liang turned around and looked at Gao Fuye without saying anything as if he was asking, "Is there anything else?"

Gao Fuye handed over a bank card, and the note posted on the back said a string of numbers that should be the password.
To be continued...