"Would I fall for another girl? Do you think I would? Fate is like a book; if you flip through it carelessly, you'll miss it, but if you read it too seriously, you'll shed tears. Is that how it is for us?"
Click—
At this moment, the door opened, and Yang Lianqing came in. She was carrying a small schoolbag, and her jet-black hair was tied in two scorpion braids.
As soon as she entered, she saw Yang Feng slumped in a chair, holding a high-end-looking mobile phone in his hand.
"Yang Feng, what are you looking at?"
Hearing his sister's voice, Yang Feng quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned back, forced a smile, and said:
"I didn't see anything, just some old photos. By the way, why are you back so early today?"
Yang Lianqing giggled, tossed her little schoolbag onto the chair, and bounced over, saying:
"Bro, our teacher said there's supposed to be a heavy rainstorm from tonight until the day after tomorrow, so they let us come home early. Hehe, I'm so happy! I can stay home for two days without going to school."
Yang Feng wore a faint smile, but his face was deathly pale. He said, "Is that so? You're in for a good time."
"Hmm? Yang Feng, what's wrong? You look so pale, are you sick?"
As she spoke, Yang Lianqing touched Yang Feng's forehead, a hint of doubt flashing in her beautiful eyes, and murmured:
"I'm not sick."
Yang Feng tossed his younger sister, who was clinging to him, to the ground, stood up, turned and walked towards the room, leaving behind a remark:
"I'm just a little tired. I'll go back and get some sleep. You can buy takeout for yourself."
"oh---"
Yang Lianqing jumped up from the ground, then took out her phone and made a call to KFC delivery, before looking out the window.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky gathered again, forming a dark and oppressive mass that inexplicably made people feel a sense of unease.
"My God, this looks like it's going to pour rain!"
Yang Lianqing murmured with a hint of schadenfreude as she walked over and closed the window.
Just then, a thunderous flash of lightning rang out, and the sky instantly turned white as large raindrops began to fall from the sky.
The glass windows made a crackling sound like firecrackers, and were instantly obscured by the rain.
"This rain just started out of nowhere, it's so annoying. I guess food delivery will have to stop. Ugh."
Yang Lianqing pouted in dissatisfaction, looking at her phone screen, where the order had indeed been cancelled.
The sudden rain lashed the ground, splashing water everywhere, creating a misty scene, while a fierce wind blew up.
Yang Feng lay at the foot of the bed, his arm pressed against his eye sockets, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the window outside. The whole world seemed to be silent.
About an hour later.
"Snap—"
The sound of the door opening suddenly rang out, and Yang Lianqing quietly walked in, glancing left and right at Yang Feng, before saying in a sweet, soft voice:
"Brother, I'm so hungry! My food delivery order was canceled, and it's raining heavily now, so they won't deliver!"
Yang Feng did not react and remained lying in bed.
"Asleep? No way, it's not even eight o'clock yet."
Yang Lianqing tilted her head curiously, sat on the bed, gently nudged Yang Feng with both hands, and said softly:
"Yang Feng~ Get up, get up, I'm starving!"
Yang Feng opened his bloodshot eyes, sat up, feeling a headache coming on, and then said:
"If you don't deliver, there's still some longevity noodles left over from last time in the fridge. Can't you cook them yourself?"
No way!
Yang Lianqing shook her head decisively and said:
"You know I can't cook noodles."
"I give up. Wait a minute, I'll make something for you."
Yang Feng got out of bed in a huff, put on his flip-flops, and headed to the kitchen.
"Hehe." The younger sister chuckled and followed her out.
People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, but may we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even from afar.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 117 My Sister's Little Schemes
"Splash—splash—splash—"
The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, with one clap of thunder after another. The gale-force wind whipped the rain like countless whips, lashing the window violently. All that could be seen outside was a hazy blur.
Yang Feng came out of the kitchen, carrying a steaming bowl of longevity noodles. He gently placed it on the table, turned to look at Yang Lianqing, and called out: