The music played over and over again, as sad as sad music, and she gently pressed the answer button.
"Hey..." She made a trembling voice, like a child with indescribable helplessness.
The man on the other end was silent for a few seconds and said in a cold voice: "Wan Qing is getting married, come back!"
Before she could say anything, the caller hung up.
Ye Ruoxi listened to the mechanical sound, tears swirling in her eyes, crystal clear, almost blurring her vision.
She couldn't see the expression of the man in the mirror clearly, but she thought it was a smile.
Even if you are laughing with tears in your eyes.
"Mom, I will definitely go home!" He held the phone with both hands, even though the other end had already hung up.
...
Cancer is a sign that is sensitive and lacks family affection.
Ye Ruoxi's longing for home has an indescribable persistence, just like a person in hell longing for heaven.
Even though it bound her soul and her body, she still yearned for the warmth of home.
Perhaps this was her fate. Even though she had left that home for four years, she still couldn't help but want to go back.
Although she didn't know whether it was heaven or hell, she even said that when she left home, all she got was a severe beating.
Whether it is heaven or hell, she cannot define.
I can't even tell the difference, I just know that she gave me the courage to live.
It was almost dawn, and although it was still a little gray, she was happy with it.
When I boarded the train to return to my hometown, it was already dawn.
The midsummer morning was still indescribably cold.
The wind blowing in her face was like ice cream, causing her pain.
The empty suitcase didn't contain much, but it was still very heavy.
Ye Ruoxi was walking on the way home, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar impulses.
The kind that makes you want to burst into tears, the kind of excitement that makes you speechless.
Maybe she doesn't know how to express it anymore.
The soul returns to its original place, and the wandering people find their destination.
At that time, she didn't know that what she expected at this moment would pour cold water on her, leaving her covered in bruises.
I waved and got into a taxi.
Ye Ruoxi touched her chest, still unable to suppress her emotions.
That kind of pain mixed with happiness, that kind of bitterness oozing out of pleasure.
Her hometown is still her original hometown, but she is no longer her original self.
Touching the wide sunglasses on her eyes, she didn't want others to see my eyes that were swollen from crying.
The bustling city outside the window flashes, and incomplete memories come to mind one by one.
"Master, drive faster, I want to go home!" Ruoxi said softly, with pain in her chest.
"Okay!" The driver smiled and nodded understandingly.
She saw herself in the rear mirror, charming and beautiful.
Suddenly, he remembered his father's beatings and those painful memories. So he continued: "Master, drive slower!"
Ye Ruoxi is afraid of those unsavory past things that constantly remind her of her filthiness.
She was suddenly frightened.
The master frowned at her capriciousness and said coldly: "Whether it is fast or slow, tell me clearly!"
She took out three bills and placed them on his irritated face.
"Slow down, I want to take a look at the scenery outside the window."
In the peripheral vision, the driver's teeth were glowing with burnt yellow color. He opened his mouth and smiled: "Okay, how about I take you to visit the scenic spots here? Miss, you don't look like a local at first sight. Which big city are you from?"
Ruoxi laughed after hearing this.
Did the four years of living abroad dull her trajectory in this city?