Don't think of rebirth.

Yu Sixin was completely unaware of Yu Fei's worries. She also saw the message from Liu Siyuan and happily snatched back the phone and replied with her favorite food.

She really just wanted to help Liu Siyuan and Fan Ziran and reduce their burden, and did not expect any monetary reward.

However, she really liked this way of repaying someone. It was like seeing the seeds she had planted bloom, and she also enjoyed the fragrance of the flowers.

Yu Fei could only watch his daughter run away with the phone in her arms. He turned back to lie on the bed and couldn't help but tell his wife Xin Xiuying about it: "Do you think Xinxin will fall in love with that boy?"

Xin Xiuying was quite open-minded: "We couldn't tell who she really liked. Now that you've noticed it, it's definitely not someone she likes."

Yu Fei and Xin Xiuying were completely unaware of the fact that Yu Sixin had previously liked Fang Wanfu. Firstly, Yu Sixin had hidden it very well, and secondly, her highly inward-looking personality meant that no matter how sad she was, she would try her best to pretend that nothing had happened, as she did not want her family to find out.

If it weren't for the influence of Gu Qinghuan, Yu Sixin's mood would have changed. One day when she was taking a walk with Xin Xiuying, she talked about her past secret love in a casual tone. Xin Xiuying had no idea that such a thing existed.

When Xin Xiuying came back and told Yu Fei about it, both husband and wife were terrified.

It seems that being too tolerant to children is not a good thing, so the two of them have been much more concerned about Yu Sixin recently, and they are a little nervous and afraid of everything.

After hearing what Xin Xiuying said, Yu Fei felt that it made sense. If Yu Sixin kept hiding her feelings from Liu Siyuan, it was possible that she fell in love with him, and it would still be too late to catch her then.

He felt a little relieved and saw that it was getting late, so he pressed the switch of the bedside lamp, turned off the light and went to sleep.

With a "click", the room suddenly became as bright as day.

Fan Ziran, who was about to enter the door in the dark, was instantly exposed.

He was tiptoeing and saw his father Fan Yicheng standing by the stairs, his hand still pressing the switch, with an angry face. He said with a guilty conscience, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"I don't want to sleep? You were out having fun and didn't even come back, right?!" Fan Yicheng was so angry that he laughed, "Do you even know what time it is?!"

Of course Fan Ziran knew that it was already past 11 o'clock. After school, he went directly to Liu Siyuan's rental house. He was so engrossed in writing the plan that he forgot the time.

When Liu Siyuan came back from delivering the midnight snack, he found Fan Ziran was still there, so he quickly reminded him to go home. Only then did he ride his mountain bike home.

His home is quite close to Mingde, and the main reason he rides a mountain bike is that he doesn't want to walk, and he has good riding skills, so he can show off.

Fan Ziran knew that he was in the wrong, and his momentum weakened a little. He muttered softly, "Didn't I send you a message saying that I had something to do and would be back later..."

"What can a student like you do?" Fan Yicheng strode down the stairs, walked up to Fan Ziran, and said coldly, "With your grades, I don't even expect you to go to a good university, and you're still hanging out outside all day!"

The two words "fooling around" hurt Fan Ziran's eardrums.

He was holding a schoolbag in his hand, and at this moment he had an urge to smash the bag to the ground.

But he couldn't bear to do so, because his bag still contained the plan he had worked so hard to write. It was basically completed, and he would check it tomorrow and then hand it over to Jiang Chuchu.

Fan Ziran grabbed the shoulder strap of his schoolbag tightly, said nothing, walked around Fan Yicheng and went to his room.

"Stop right there!" Fan Yicheng shouted harshly.

Fan Ziran turned his head sharply, trying hard not to yell, "It's indeed my fault for coming back so late, okay?! Can you let me go back to my room now?"

He finished the simple homework during breaks, and for the two most difficult subjects he used two homework exemption coupons he had stockpiled so that he could concentrate on writing the plan.

After coming back and being scolded like that again, he just wanted to go back to his room and have a good sleep.

Fan Yicheng became even angrier: "What's your attitude? I'm your dad!"

Fan Ziran really wanted to shout "I wish you weren't my dad", but he held back.

He didn't say anything else, but ran back to his room quickly and locked the door heavily.

He leaned against the door, breathing deeply and silently, his eyes were sore, and he quickly raised his head, not wanting to shed a single tear.

In terms of grades, Fan Ziran was indeed at the bottom of Class Three, but his ranking in the entire school was not bad.

It’s just that his interest is indeed not in studying, and he has been suppressed by Fan Yicheng since he was a child. Naturally, he doesn’t like others to decide his life based on scores.

This time, having the opportunity to prove himself and help Liu Siyuan, Fan is naturally very motivated.

He hugged his schoolbag to his chest and slowly squatted down. The fabric on his back rubbed against the door, making a slight rustling sound.

There was no light on in the dim bedroom. Only a little light from the corridor came in through the crack in the door, illuminating Fan Ziran's feet.

But he was still trapped in the shadows, and no one would notice him or her, including his tears that were slowly soaking his schoolbag.

After a while, Fan Ziran sniffed and stood up by supporting himself on the floor.

His legs were sore from squatting for too long. If Fan Ziran hadn't reacted quickly and held onto the wall, he would have fallen flat on his face.

His legs were so sore that he couldn't move. He stood there for a long time with his teeth grimaced, then slowly moved towards the bed.

After finally getting his knees to the edge of the bed, he immediately let himself fall down, not forgetting to put his schoolbag aside to avoid it being pressed under him.

Don't think about those trivial things, he still has a lot of things to do.

The plan needs to be revised, suppliers need to be found, ingredients need to be purchased, and how to package them properly needs to be considered.

He found a second-hand food truck for his stall and would take it to the repair shop for inspection this weekend.

As for how to modify the dining car, they had to decide what to sell first. After Jiang Chuchu finished reading the plan, he and Liu Siyuan would think about how to modify it appropriately...

The thoughts that emerged in my mind were gradually shattered by the sleepiness bug, and finally sank deep into my mind, turning into nutrients for beautiful dreams.

Outside the door, Fan Yicheng raised and put his hand down.

He wanted to open the door, but remembered hearing the sound of the lock being locked.

I wanted to knock on the door, but I felt that knocking on the door would be like giving in to my son, with whom I had just had an argument, and it would not hurt my face.

He finally put his hand down, holding back his anger, turned around and left, returning to his bedroom.

The bedroom was tidied up by a part-time worker and any photo of it could be used as an advertisement for a model room.

Only the photo frame on the bedside table has a private homely feel.

Fan Yicheng picked up the photo frame. The woman in the photo was smiling sweetly. No matter how much time had passed, she was always the most beautiful image in his memory.

"Who do you think this child looks like?" Fan Yicheng complained, "You and I are not like this!"

The bedroom was silent and no one could answer him.

He put the photo frame back, then lifted the quilt and lay down in the cold bed.