Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Yuan Jiaxiang was quickly carried out for disinfection and suturing, but Chu Yao could not leave his body and could only choose to skip this period of time.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already more than four hours later.

"Mr. Yuan, are you feeling better? You lie down first and don't get up. Sister Chen said you need to take a good rest." The nurse said quickly, "I'll call Sister Chen over first."

A few minutes later, Chen Peiwen opened the door and walked in.

Her eyes were all green and black, and it looked like she didn't sleep well yesterday, and she didn't get a good rest today either.

"Xiao Xiang, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" she asked with concern.

Chu Yao shook her head. To be honest, she didn't feel anything at all, but she knew that Yuan Jiaxiang was definitely not killed by the glass, nor did he die of a brain tumor.

Chen Peiwen was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Just now, I went to the police and took your mobile phone to follow the clues. They said the location of the call was... the phone booth near Xinhe Magazine .”

More than ten years ago, before Yuan Jiaxiang left his hometown, phone booths were a very common thing.

There will also be dedicated phone booths on campus. Children who live on campus will buy a special phone card so that they can call their relatives if they need anything.

Unfortunately, Yuan Jiaxiang does not have his own phone card.

The reason is also very simple. Firstly, the Yuan family is not rich, and can even be said to be somewhat poor. Naturally, the family has no way to pay him an extra phone bill; secondly, Yuan's mother is busy doing rehabilitation training for her sister every day, or He was taking his sister to see the doctor and had no time to answer his call.

Yuan Jiaxiang has a strong self-esteem. He is afraid of being laughed at by his classmates, so he often goes to the phone booth and pretends to be on the phone.

He didn't have a number he could dial, but he knew the format of the phone number, which was preceded by the area code of their area and followed by six digits.

My classmates' home phone numbers often started with "85", so he also started with "85", and the following numbers were random.

He didn't insert the coin, so the call couldn't be made.

But one day, by mistake, he made up a phone number as usual, but it was answered.

To this day, he still remembers that the man's voice was gentle and elegant, not like someone living in this small county, but more like a host on a urban radio station.

He said: "Hello, welcome to call Xinhe Magazine. What do you need?"

After hearing the name, Yuan Jiaxiang was stunned for a few seconds.

Teachers often mention Xinhe Magazine as one of the few local cultural treasures, and their magazines are even best-selling nationwide.

Yuan Jiaxiang could often see that magazine when he was riding his bicycle. Everyone who came in and out of there was dressed fashionably.

No matter how bold and novel the color or style is, it looks like a beautiful landscape when worn on them.

He envied the people in the magazine so much, or in other words, there was no young man who didn't envy them.

While most people are still struggling for food and clothing, they have already escaped from the cage, no longer bound by worldly things, and only pursue their own spiritual world.

"Hello, are you still here?"

The man's voice interrupted Yuan Jiaxiang's thoughts, and he said nervously: "Oh, yes, I am...I..."

He stumbled for a long time, unable to utter a single meaningful word.