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"Anyway, before you can't get through on the phone in the future, can you tell me."

Ren Jian was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, but Yu Qinghuan let go of his wrist.

Yu Qinghuan rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand: "It's alright, it's because I'm too hypocritical, please ignore me."

Ren Jian turned to his side, pulled down Yu Qinghuan's hand that rubbed his eyes, put his thumb on the corner of Yu Qinghuan's red eyes, and rubbed: "What's wrong?"

Yu Qinghuan held Ren Jian's hand, as if afraid that he would run away: "Then I said, don't think I'm too busy, and don't think I'm annoying, okay..."

Ren Jian was helpless: "When did I ever dislike you like this?"

Yu Qinghuan calmed down a little, hesitated where to start, and then slowly said: "Back then, when my mother left, she left a phone call for me."

Paused for a while.

Yu Qinghuan continued: "She asked me if I had any trouble, so I made this phone call to find her, and then my mother left without looking back. I made this call. Later, two months before the college entrance examination, my father suddenly fell ill. I sent him to the hospital. The doctor said that he had to leave a family member to accompany him to bed at night. There was a math problem, the teacher said it was very important, but I couldn’t understand it. At that time, there was a lot of pressure to study, and suddenly I felt very sad…”

Thinking of the past, Yu Qinghuan smiled a little embarrassedly: "At that time, I was still young, the hospital corridor at one o'clock in the morning was cold, and I couldn't do the math problems. When I thought of going to class tomorrow morning, I suddenly felt aggrieved. I tried to call my mom, but the phone didn't get through..."

Anytime my heart shrank suddenly, and it started to ache.

"I thought it was too late, my mother fell asleep, so I didn't dare to call again." Yu Qinghuan's voice became quieter, falling into the memory of the past, "But during the next day, I called several times again. , but never got through... But I didn't feel anything at the time, because my mother said before she left that she would make this phone call when she was sad, so I thought maybe it was just because she had something to do temporarily and didn't receive the call, and then when she was a sophomore, You also know that because of the results of the youth training competition, I chose to give up e-sports. The night I made up my mind, I squatted in front of my father's ward and called my mother, maybe twenty or so... I didn't get through, that day At night, I was really broken, thinking about being able to talk to others, but I couldn’t find anyone to talk to.”

Although what Yu Qinghuan said was an understatement, he felt suffocated just thinking about it.

No matter if he was a senior or a sophomore, Yu Qinghuan was sitting outside the ward, the walls were pale and the lights were dim. He was holding his mobile phone while dialing the same number, his fingers felt sore and even painful, but his expectations and hopes could only be In exchange for deeper despair and powerlessness.

He just wanted to find someone to talk to.

He just wanted to hear a 'Hello? ' That's all.

But the reality is cruel and no one answers.

Ren Jian suddenly remembered something, and suddenly wanted to raise his hand and slap himself.

"So later, I was quite afraid that I couldn't find someone because I couldn't get through the phone." Yu Qinghuan patted her hair embarrassedly, "When we were living together, didn't you suddenly return to the TKOW base one day? Then I'll contact you. I can't get through to you anymore, and I can't get through on the phone no matter how much I make calls. When I think of never seeing you again, I feel like it's hard to breathe.

"I was wrong at that time." Ren Jian held Yu Qinghuan's hand, kissed it on his lips, and swore, "This situation will never happen again."

Yu Qinghuan choked up and rubbed her eyes: "You are so kind, I talk so much, it's so annoying, you don't despise me, you're too gentle, thank you."

Ren Jian held his forehead: "Why do you always think I think you talk too much?"

Yu Qinghuan: "Ah? Sometimes I think I talk too much."

Ren Jian: "…"

Ren Jian sat up straight, drove the car out of the garage, and said, "Yu Qinghuan, not only do I not dislike your talkativeness, but I also love to hear it, and I don't call it gentle, I call it liking you."

Yu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and responded super loudly.

"I like you too!!"