In almost a blink of an eye, He Yin had already run outside the mourning hall.

Staring at the completely uneasy hippo, standing outside the mourning hall, the remaining people followed.

Avoid the underworld lottery, the group went downstairs from the other side, and then left the mall.

After a while, it was already past nine o'clock.

Liner glanced at the time and said, "It's almost 9:30, go back?"

"Back." Wen Miao took out his cell phone and planned to call a car, "Hippo, where are you going to? Home or school?"

He Yin thought for a while: "Go home, there will be no classes tomorrow."

"Okay." Wen Miao nodded and said, "You can go with us, it's just the way."

Not only Wen Miao, Lin Er was also very worried about letting He Yin go home alone.

They had reason to suspect that He Yin, a fool, had walked halfway through the road, and might remember that he hadn't lie enough of the coffin, and then turned it back to continue to experience it.

Xie Yan took out his cell phone and called a car.

It took a few minutes for the car to come, and the five people stood on the side of the road, talking while waiting for the car to come.

He Yin had just been lying on the coffin for a long time and then played the suona for a long time. Now he was in a mood. He took out his cell phone, turned on NetEase Cloud, and then stuffed a headphone into his ears. He said with great sadness: "It's time for emo."

“…”

Lin Er couldn't help but glance at him, and He Yin seemed to have the same problem as her father.

But the difference between the two is:

He Yin is a "real network suppression cloud" model.

Lin Yian said, "I cried, I pretended."

He Yin sighed, looked up at the sky with a sad forty-five degrees, and said, "The world is not worth it."

"..." Lin Er continued to look at him, not being able to keep up with his great sorrow and joy. "Why isn't the world worth it?"

Look at the excitement he was when he was lying on the board just now, it seems that the world is worth it.

He Yin looked at her with a particularly compassionate look, but did not explain. He just sighed with a deep sorrow: "Your Majesty, it's okay, you don't understand me, I don't blame you."

Liner: “…”

What's the matter, it's okay?

He Yin specially changed his depressed love song for himself and continued to sigh: "Oh, I'm sorry for being born."

“…”

Wen Miao rolled his eyes and pounded his head with one hand, ending his Internet cloud suppression time physically: "You're sorry! You don't lack money, you don't lack love, and you don't have insomnia. What's wrong with you?"

"Woo..." He Yin was sobered by her, and his mouth stumbled, "But, but I still don't think it's worth it."

"Then don't talk nonsense, be more specific." Wen Miao, a counter-pretentious little master, decided to cure his problem of turning on the Internet cloud suppression mode at any time. "I'll explain it clearly, what's not worth it?"

"Ah, ah, this..."

He Yin was suddenly asked by this question.

He grabbed his ears and didn't hold up a word for a long time.

Wen Miao looked at him and rolled his eyes to him again.

This person is just pretentious.

When he really told him, he couldn't say it anymore.

He Yin seemed to be sobered by this roll of eyes. He grabbed his ears with grievance and suddenly asked, "Master Mao, why don't you emote at night?"

"Why do I want to emo?" Wen Miao squinted his eyes and yawned, not thinking about his words. "I don't have that kind of thing. Girl, I am positive, my heart is full of love and hope. I can eat eighty strings of squids in one meal."

He Yin: "?"

He Yin began to be confused.

Does emo have anything to do with stooling???

Lin Er was amused by Wen Miao's words, and bent his eyes and continued: "I think what Mao Ye said is quite right. I think you are just idle. If you are really so idle, you might as well eat more and fill your stomach. If you don't work, go home and sleep for a while. If you wake up, you won't be pretentious."

"That's right." Wen Miao rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, and said sleepyly again, "Eating full and sleeping enough can solve 99% of the emo in the world."

He Yin, a little master of the Internet silence, asked unwillingly: "What about the remaining one percent?"

"Then it depends on money." Wen Miao said sharply, "But you are not short of money, so why are you emulating?"

“…”

It seems that this is the reason.

Wen Miao's words were too reasonable and could not refute them. He Yin couldn't answer for a moment. After two seconds, he reached out to rub the tip of his nose and muttered, "I thought you wanted to give me some chicken soup to cheer me up."

"Chicken soup?" Wen Miao curled his lips and looked disdainful. "Chicken soup literature has long been no longer popular."

"What's that popular?" He Yin asked.

"Mao Ye Literature." Wen Miao pointed at himself and said calmly and coldly, "I am sober in the world and specialize in treating pretentious monsters like you who are not worthy of the world."

He Yin, the pretentious monster who was treated with conscientiousness, said: "...ying."

As soon as the topic fell, two black cars stopped on the side of the road one after another.

The five people separated here.

Century Shopping Mall is not far from Xie Yan's house, and it is only ten minutes away by car.

Soon, the car stopped at the north gate of the community.

After the two got out of the car, they walked side by side into the community.

When passing by the 24-hour chain supermarket at the door, Lin Er's steps suddenly stopped and his eyes looked at the billboard at the door.

Xie Yan followed her and turned his head slightly, asking her: "What's wrong?"

"I want to eat watermelon." Lin Er pointed to the electronic screen rolling above the supermarket door and suddenly said.

An illustration advertisement was on the screen - a golden full moon hung in the deep blue sky, and the sand on the seaside was below, with endless green watermelons planted. Runtu wore a silver ring on his neck, pinched a steel fork in his hand, and stabbed a thorn hard at a thorn.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the watermelon is really an appetite.

Xie Yan glanced at the electronic screen, pushed a shopping cart out at the door, and then held her in with his other hand: "Go in, go buy it."

Enter from the entrance and walk straight forward to the fruit area.

Lin Er stopped in front of the watermelon stall, knocked a few watermelons in a decent manner, and put his ears closer to listen to the sound of his own knocking.

Extremely professional.

Looking at her professional attitude, Xie Yan raised his eyebrows: "Can you hear the difference?"

"No." Liner straightened up.

Xie Yan raised his eyebrows higher: "Then are you-?"

"I just told it." Liner picked up a watermelon he had just knocked and put it in the shopping cart. "Maybe it knew it was time to get familiar when it heard me knocked on it."

Xie Yan: "?"
Chapter completed!