Huang Xiaoxiang was walking on the road, watching a car of different models passing by him without slowing down. The roar of the wind and the angry swearing of some grumpy drivers came from his ears. Looking at and listening to all this seems to have nothing to do with myself. My thinking only stays in the back of Mengxin's departure.

when he got home, he greeted his parents and said that after eating, he went into the door of the room. In the past two years, Xiao Xiang always went home like this, and his parents didn't notice anything different.

Xiaoxiang turns on the light in the room, then...