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When his aunt came upstairs to ask him to eat, Ye Tinghe only asked her to take Xiao Zang down.

"You come down too." Auntie said.

"Forget it." Ye Tinghe shook his head and said jokingly, "With me here, can she still eat?"

In the afternoon, the sky was clear and the weather was just right.

Ye Tinghe went to play games with Xiao Zang in the yard, he threw the ball, Xiao Zang missed it, rolled to the door of the room accidentally, the sliding door opened from the inside, mother came out holding the wall, the ball stopped at her feet beside.

Xiao Zang ran over to bite it, and his mother squatted down, stretched out her hand and stroked its head, and said softly and softly, "Good puppy."

Xiao Zang put down the ball and licked her hand.

Ye Tinghe stood under the flower tree in the yard and watched from a distance, his expression could not be described as happy or unhappy.

Mom squatted by the sliding door, and Xiao Zang lay beside her lap.Her head was buried a little low, she looked too slender, and her frame was not as big as Xiao Zang's.

She lowered her eyes and smoothed the dog one by one. Her voice was as low as telling it a bedtime story: "This summer, it rained heavily for several weeks. One day it finally cleared up, and the puppy ran out To play, dig out a bottle under the tree. Your aunt said that there is nothing in it, just a gray-white stone."

She raised her head, her confused eyes didn't know where to find Ye Tinghe, so she could ask clearly, "What is that?"

Ye Tinghe laughed: "My dad, don't you recognize it?"

Hearing this, her expression didn't change in any way, but she couldn't help sighing, feeling tired because of such childish means: "Even if he stands in front of me now, I won't feel it anymore."

Ye Tinghe asked, "What about me?"

He waited for a long time, and finally heard her say: "Ye Tinghe, don't come here if you have nothing to do in the future."

When leaving, Ye Tinghe didn't know what he was doing, so he rented a car and decided to drive back to Qingluo by himself.

From 400:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., he couldn't stand it after driving more than [-] kilometers, so he got off the highway and stopped by the side of the road.

Looking up, I just saw a red sun falling in the reinforced concrete city. It was the same as what I saw in Qingluo in the past, like a layer of light-colored tulle. It turned out that the dusk in a strange place was no different.

There was a high school nearby, and just after the class bell rang, several little girls ran across the sidewalk holding hands. They turned their heads and saw him inadvertently, and they stopped hesitantly.

Ye Tinghe drove the car away before they could see it clearly. While checking his location and the nearest return point in the navigation, he was thinking about whether to find a hotel to sleep for a night or buy a plane ticket to go back early.

Half an hour later, he still didn't come up with the result. He just walked around the city and bought the last baked sweet potato from a grandma who was closing the stall at the school gate.

When Ye Tinghe called Lin Zhao, Ji Xu had just left. Lin Zhao was on the second floor watching his car drive away again, and when he turned his head, he heard the phone ring.

There is only one person who will look for him without warning.

He picked it up, and as expected, he heard Ye Tinghe's voice, and asked Lin Zhao: "Do you want to see me now?"

Lin Zhao stood by the window, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed his side face red: "If you think about it, will someone cast a spell to send you here?"

"How is that possible." Ye Tinghe smiled and said softly, "Only I can send myself there."

"not in a good mood?"

Ye Tinghe gave an "um", but couldn't say anything else.

It turns out that people can't understand their own behavior at all times, and sometimes even he himself doesn't understand why he always angers his mother, why his vicious sting, which he never let people find out, is aimed at her... Until after four or five hours of driving, he stopped in a certain corner of the world, trying to find a home for himself, but kept repeating the last words his mother said to him.

He knew very early that there is a kind of person who only loves himself, such as his parents.

As early as in his youth, Ye Tinghe accepted this fact, and then let himself go to another extreme.

As much as he hated his parents, he hoped that they could resent them equally. Was this also considered an emotional connection?

Until today, he found that his mother didn't hate him anymore.

She no longer hated him, never loved him, and finally she didn't want him at all.

Ye Tinghe remained silent for 10 minutes and still did not speak. He took down his phone and glanced at the screen: "I thought you would hang up."

"I thought you wanted to talk to me." Lin Zhao said.

"I'm in a place more than 400 kilometers away from you, and it's getting dark." Ye Tinghe leaned his head on the seat of the car, the headlights coming from ahead flashed his cold face, "I don't know where to go .”

Lin Zhao sat down on the sofa, heard the sound of the car from his side, and vaguely guessed: "If I were you, I would continue to drive back."

"How do you know... Forget it, I've been driving all afternoon." Ye Tinghe stopped for a few seconds, and suddenly said harshly, "If you die in a car accident on the highway, I will definitely seek your life immediately."

Lin Zhao was amused by him, and agreed, "Okay."

Ye Tinghe started the car and drove slowly on the road.He waited for a while in front of a traffic light, but he still didn't hear the other party's hang up. He was a little puzzled: "Are you still hanging up?"

"Let's go." Lin Zhao was still there, with a slight smile in his lazy voice, "It's convenient for you to ask for my life at any time."

The sky soon completely darkened, only the light from a small light on the roof of the car shone on Ye Tinghe's messy black hair, and the headlights illuminated a small area ahead, and the straight road seemed to have no end.

There was silence in the earphones, and the wind outside the car whistled non-stop.

It was difficult for Ye Tinghe to judge whether the other party put the phone aside and walked away, or whether he was really listening to him all the time.

He didn't make a sound to confirm, because the feeling of being gently pulled by something was enough to reassure him.

For a long time, he felt that the world seemed to lose its proper sense of existence, everything became blurred and dim, and all people and things faded into ugly gray.

And myself is a gray road, a boring and meaningless point.

At the moment, he still feels that he is that point.But the calm lake in my heart was suddenly thrown into a stone, and with a thump, it aroused an untimely desire-I really hope that this road can be extended indefinitely, and this silent phone call will never end.

It was almost early morning when we arrived at Qingluo, Ye Tinghe parked his car in the underground garage, and was about to go down, when he suddenly heard someone in the earphone asking: "Are you there?"

Ye Tinghe gave a "hmm", he closed the car door, glanced at a few familiar faces squatting not far away, walked over and went upstairs as usual.

The elevator slowly ascended, and Ye Tinghe looked up at the beating numbers, counting the beating of his own heart.

"Then I'm going to sleep, I'm so sleepy." He heard Lin Zhao yawn, said something vaguely, "Good night" and hung up.

04: 36: 15

The length of their calls.

Ye Tinghe took a screenshot before entering the door.

0:31 p.m.

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