Time has no trace and can be found

Chapter 109

I don't want love in the first place.

I don't believe in the so-called sincerity.

At this moment, the moment I chose to give up Mu Jianchen, I felt that my original self was back.

The one who is so cold that I can't even understand myself.

I forgot what kind of expression Mu Jianchen had when he left that night.

I also forgot how hurtful I said.

What is certain is that I built a wall with my own hands, a wall that blocked Mu Jianchen and made those who love me look at each other from afar, preventing others from approaching, and also putting a lock on my heart.

In the days when I lost my father, I felt like I was living in a dream, and when I went back to the classroom and looked at the seat next to me, there was no one left.

When I was in the cafeteria, I didn't see anyone.

When I got out of school, I didn't see his bike either.

Mu Jianchen disappeared completely.

There were times when I opened my phone and found his name and wanted to send something, but my mind was confused and blank.

What am I going to post, am I really entitled to go to him again after hurting him like that?

Timidity, made me hold myself back.

I can't even do the basic worries.

Every day, like a robot, I repeat my studies, do my homework, sleep, and then meet the next day.

Strangely, I didn't dream of my dad once.

At home, I had to go to his room every day for a while until Sister Liu called me out.

Yes, that room was occupied by Sister Liu, including this home.

She's living a leisurely life, and she's made it her home.

Sometimes, I'd watch my dad drink the empty bottles he hadn't thrown away. Sister Liu would take them and throw them away, but several bottles had been secretly hidden in my room by me, and there seemed to be a burst of alcohol from time to time.

I used to hate the smell, but now I miss it.

In bed, I looked aimlessly at my phone, looked at my chat history with my dad, and then exited the interface, unconsciously clicked on the address book, and ghostly, called a number.

There was a momentary ringing on the other side.

My heart beat faster and faster, and I hung up in a panic.

Soon, the phone that I hung up rang again.

I was stunned and picked up my phone in disbelief.

Then the answer button was pressed.

"Hey?" said in a dry, indifferent voice.

It's the voice I think about day and night.

"Hello?".

The other end of the phone shouted again. I didn't dare to make a sound, my mind felt like it was suddenly stuck, and I was overwhelmed by the surge of emotions.

The other party hung up the phone suspiciously.

My heart sank, but soon, my phone rang again.

It's still the same familiar string of numbers.

I answered again in a panic.

This time, the other party's tone asked tentatively, "Huanhuan?".

It's been a long time since this voice calls my name like that.

All the grievances in my heart collapsed at this moment.

"Mom".

I heard my own choked and trembling voice, chanting the unfamiliar name.

"Huanhuan?" Mom's tone became a little more affirmative, she took a deep breath, and then said slowly, "Why did you call?"

I was stunned.

"I just learned a while ago that the man was dead. Mom said this in a very flat tone.