For the first time in his life, Lin Feng felt so flustered. [(
And helpless.
Perhaps this is not the first time in the strict sense, the same feeling, it seemed that he had experienced and felt the same not long ago.
Last time was also the time when An Xin didn't come to school and was sick and hospitalized. He texted and called several times, but the former didn't reply at all.
But that time was different from this time.
At least that time, he called An's father and An's mother and got a specific reply. Unlike this time, the call to An's father was directly hung up by the other party several times.
Once, twice, three times...
When such a situation appeared again and again, no matter how hard Lin Feng tried to comfort himself that nothing would happen, his mood gradually sank to a cold bottom.
He is not stupid.
He's just a bit rough in his usual character.
But this time, he had a very real feeling that something must have happened.
A lot of things are connected all at once.
Steamed Bun was hospitalized before.
On his birthday, the hug on the roof of the rooftop caught him off guard.
And there have been many times in the past time when the steamed buns showed slightly different emotions than usual...
Before that, he wouldn't think much about it.
But now, it seems that all the details of all events have been pieced together like pieces of a puzzle, and the complete truth will be presented to the eyes.
It's just that this "puzzle" seems to still be missing a piece, no matter how hard he tries to analyze and speculate, he can't see the full picture of the truth, as if it is still vaguely hidden behind a faint mist, which makes people feel anxious. Almost miserable.
Four o'clock.
Lin Feng in front of the desk put down his pen.
He had no intention of continuing to study at all.
Taking a deep breath, he took out his mobile phone and opened the WeChat app, pressed his lips together, and started messaging An Xin again.
The fingers tapped quickly on the full-screen keyboard of the mobile phone, and lines of text continued to be typed on the screen—
"Baozi, what happened?"
"I didn't answer the call to you, and I didn't reply to the message. I called my uncle and was hung up."
"I'm really worried."
"Did you get sick and hospitalized again, is it serious or not?"
"Now I don't know what's going on, I can only make wild guesses. It's a bad feeling."
"If something really happened, could you tell me."
"Don't ignore me, okay, tell me what's wrong, and if you see the message, call me back, or if you really don't want to answer the call, at least... give me a WeChat message, please."
The long text message is finished.
There was unabashed concern and concern between the lines, and there were even low-pitched pleas and petitions in his tone that he had almost never seen from anyone.
Then.
I confirm it and send it.
…
In the taxi for a family of three, An Xin's mobile phone, who was sitting quietly in the back row, rang again.
An mother who was beside her looked over, An father sitting in the front passenger seat also looked at An Xin calmly through the rearview mirror.
The girl pursed her lips.
Without looking at the phone, she can guess who the message is.
She could also easily guess the mood of someone who was reviewing in the school classroom at this moment.
How sad.
Because that sad feeling...
Now, she also has five times and ten times the experience.
"Don't you look at the information?"
An mother, who was sitting beside her, asked softly.
An Xin bit her lip and shook her head.
The girl's eyes looked out the window, the traffic flow and the city's evening scenery were swept back quickly, pulling out a somewhat hazy revolving light and shadow.
It was like the thoughts that kept going back and forth in her mind.
She still remembers the scene when she just transferred to Shanghai half a year ago.
That day, she walked into the classroom of the third and seventh class of high school, and at a glance, she could see the expression of a certain idiot looking at her in disbelief and shock.
A comforting hug on the rooftop that day.
That day, when I was staying at someone and Sister Xue's house, I kicked someone out of his bedroom to sleep in the sand. In the middle of the night, someone sneaked into the room trying to get a pillow and was caught by himself.
New Year's Eve that day.
Gorgeous fireworks and fire trees.
That birthday, the same hug on different rooftops.
As if a whole city's brilliant night scene is used as a foil.
only…
Everything has to become the past.
From the first day she transferred to the Magic City half a year ago, she had known that such a day would end in the end.
In fact, more than half a year ago, she should have obeyed the advice of the doctor and her parents and chose to leave. It was only because she was reluctant that she begged her parents so hard that she finally won the time for half a year.
The last half year can be willful.
So far, it's over.
She knew that she couldn't be willful all the time, and when it was time to leave, she should leave.
only…
The girl sitting by the rear window lowered her head slightly and inhaled gently:
It's just that when this day comes, even if you have psychological preparations in advance, there will still be a kind of unprepared sadness.
The beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly.
Suddenly, An Xin felt a slight pain in her heart.
Then, the sour pain seemed to spread like poison little by little, filling the whole body, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't even breathe.
"Dad, Mom."
"Can I not leave?"
Inside the car, the girl's voice sounded softly, with an uncontrollable trembling and crying.
I don't know when, the circles of her eyes finally couldn't help but turn red.
The father and mother were silent.
After a long while, when Father An finally decided on the words and wanted to persuade, the girl in the back row shook her head again, trying her best to show a smile to her parents:
"never mind."
"What I said casually, don't worry."
"I am… "
After a pause, as if she was still trying to control her emotions, the girl gently inhaled and sniffed, and said softly:
"It's a little uncomfortable."
The voice of the last sentence became very soft.
The girl lowered her head, curled up her slender legs, and buried her head in her knees.
The shoulders twitched and trembled slightly.
…
Four thirty in the evening.
An Xin's family of three taxis have arrived at the destination airport.
In the classroom of Class 37 of Shanghai No. 13 High School, Lin Feng had completely put down his pen and stopped reviewing.
Ouyang, who was at the same table next to him, didn't dare to catch his breath.
Yang Fan and Ren Rou both looked at him worriedly from time to time.
Tang Bingyao, who was sitting in the seat next door, seemed to be still concentrating on doing the real college entrance examination questions with her head down, but the tip of her pen had hovered over the answer sheet for a long time.
Not a word was written.
Five o'clock in the evening.
The girl and her parents had already received their boarding passes and went through the security check.
The bell rang, and in the classroom of Class 7 of Senior 3, all the students who had completed an afternoon review task all got up and prepared to leave.
At this moment, Lin Feng also took a deep breath, as if he had finally made up his mind, and hurriedly rushed out of the classroom, ignoring the anxious calls of Ouyang, Yang Fan, and Ren Rou behind him.
"Fengzi!"
Tang Bingyao was equally incomparable and hurriedly chased after Lin Feng's back.
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This chapter was made up from yesterday. Today, the first chapter is to try to finish this volume before 3:00 in the afternoon, and then the university and career chapter will begin.