I tightened the torn front with one hand, tied my clothes slowly, and slowly turned to the street.
Does this man know my mother? Does this matter have anything to do with my mother?
I don't know. I followed everyone back mechanically. I can only confirm one thing: the rainwater is salty.
The clothes were stained with the man's blood and stuck there, feeling cold and uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, this is not my home. No one cares about my comfort or not! [
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When I got home, the saxophone played, I opened my handbag, looked for my phone, and quickly picked it up because I wanted to go home.
"Hello" a woman's voice sounded a little urgent.
"Yeah." My heart sank, and I felt an inexplicable fear, even worse than the panic just now.
"Are you good at makeup?" the woman asked quickly, her dry and clear voice showing obvious anxiety.
"Yes." I nodded and responded, then thought about it and asked, "Who are you and how do you know my phone number?"
Only Yin Yijie and Shushuang have my phone number, as well as Song University; other people, such as those who deliver food at restaurants, always forward their calls. When I called back once, the information desk kept prompting me to redirect them.
So, how could this woman have my phone number? I instinctively felt scared!
"Keren, I am Tu Yiran, a friend of your mother's. The situation is urgent. Can you come over quickly? I have something important to tell you. Your father told me, and asked me to tell you in person as soon as possible."
Yiran spoke eagerly. If someone told me that someone was holding a knife to her neck right now, I would have no doubt.
Mom's friend? Dad's priority?
Tu Yiran, I did hear my mother mention it, and my grandma also seemed to mention it once. Because of the special name, I have an impression.
"Keren, this matter is very important. If you still want to see your father, come quickly." The woman urged me impatiently.
The sound of rain all over the sky is no longer quiet.
Everything becomes muddy as long as it is mixed with news about my parents. In the storm, I can't see the road ahead clearly. Please indicate www when reprinting.