Authentic Mobei accent, but couldn't hold back the surprise.
Later, not only my mother, but also Gong Xue, Mr. Gong, and Aunt Tian all crowded in front of the dedicated phone, looking at the expression and voice of the person who answered the phone.
"Liangjun, dad is talking to you." Gong Xue's mother said a few words briefly and then handed the microphone to Mr. Gong.
Gong Xue nervously held her mother's hand and asked questions. Her voice disturbed Mr. Gong's ability to listen to the phone, and he was glared at by his grandfather several times.
finally.
Mr. Gong reluctantly let go of the microphone and said to Gong Xue: "It's your turn."
Gong Xue swooped over and said, "Dad--------"
First, a burst of hearty laughter came to my ears, and then my father called out full of guilt: "Xiaoxue, Dad misses you."
Gong Xue didn't want her grandfather and mother to see her weakness.
She turned her back and sat on the armrest of the sofa, holding the tassel on it tightly with her fingers.
"Hmm... pretty good."
"Um, um...Dad, when will you come back."
"Oh, okay. I'll wait for you."
"Keep your word."
Turning back accidentally, she found that she was the only one left in the living room.
The microphone became noisy, her father was talking to others, and then she suddenly heard her father calling someone's name, "Plateau------"
plateau!
It's him?!
I don't know what they said, but my father said to Gong Xue happily: "Xiaoxue, Uncle Gao Yuan wants to say a few words to you."
Her heart was beating wildly, her hands and feet were so nervous that they were cold, she opened her lips and said, "Okay."
There was a soft beep of the exchange microphone, and the other party's voice gradually became thinner. Then, she heard the magnetic voice that she had reviewed countless times in her dreams.
"Xiao Xue?"
"is it you?"
She bit her lip, stared at a spot on the sofa, and hummed softly.
"I'm Xiaoxue." According to etiquette, she should call him Uncle Gao Yuan, but she didn't want to put such a distance between them.
"How are you, Xiaoxue? Do you still remember Uncle Gao Yuan?"
Of course I remember it.
I remember it more firmly than ancient poetry.
When chatting, he was basically talking, mostly about old things from when they met last year, which reminded her of Yang Shulin and the deep and cold eyes when they first met.
Feeling that the conversation was over, she felt flustered for no reason.
Hesitating between asking and not asking, hesitating, finally, he mustered up the courage to ask him: "Can you usually make phone calls?"
He was silent and said: "You can use the military line when you are on vacation. However, when we are on vacation, you know that sometimes we have to wait for a long time."
Of course she knows.
Because her parents were like this too. The longest time, she and her grandfather had to wait for half a year.
She said: "Then...then you...can you call me when you have the chance?" After saying this, her whole face turned red.
It was the first time that she showed affection to the opposite sex, even someone from her uncle's generation, and she was very embarrassed.
His cheerful laughter came from the receiver.
"Okay, Xiaoxue. I will call you as soon as you take a vacation."
Gao Yuan thought at that time, let's just be more than one little sister.
The vice-captain and his wife usually take good care of him and he should repay them in return.
It was settled so easily.
He even gave a specific time, around the 25th of next month, he will have a two-day short vacation.
She gave him her home hotline number.
He smiled and said, he knew.
The vice-captain had already given it to him when he went to Mobei to see her last time.
There is nothing more to say.
He still had something to do, so he handed the phone back to the deputy captain. Gong Xue chatted with her father for a while before reluctantly hanging up the phone.