As soon as she thought about this, she suddenly became enlightened and her whole person became cheerful.
And Lao Huang has been traveling around the world and doesn't care about foreign affairs at all. In addition, he can't read foreign languages about the original report of the plane crash, so he has no idea that Yan Xixi is also on the list of the plane crash.
He only thought about seeing his old friend, so he made many snacks and kept adding coffee and cakes to Yan Xixi.
"Uncle Huang, has Xiaojue revealed when he will come back?"
Father Huang sighed: "I just hope he can come back on New Year's Eve."
Yan carefully calculated that New Year's Eve was less than twenty days away.
Did Huang Xiaojue really come back at that time?
Moreover, she discovered that Huang's father didn't know about the murder in Canada at all... Obviously, if Huang Xiaojue had his shortcomings, he would not be so calm and calm.
However, she could not question Huang's father for fear that asking too many questions would make the old man worried.
She inadvertently saw many photos on the table, all of them belonging to Huang Ma.
From the black and white photos when she was young to the photos when she is old... Even she couldn't help but secretly praise: When she was young, Huang Ma had bright eyes and bright teeth, and she was really a great beauty. She has changed all the way, and she has been fashionable all the way.
Lao Huang followed her gaze: "Well, when I see these photos, I always feel that the old woman is still with me..."
Throughout his life, he could no longer find another woman.
She captured his soul.
Poor old man.
Father Huang was very enthusiastic, "Xixi, are you still staying in Boston? Don't you have to go back after graduation?"
She smiled slightly: "Yes, I plan to stay here for a long time. By the way, uncle, this is my phone number. You can call me at any time and I will come to see you."
Huang's father was very happy. An additional acquaintance would bring comfort. What's more, Yan Xixi had a close relationship with the Huang family.
"Tomorrow I have an appointment with a group of old friends for a short trip...Xixi, if you are still in Boston on New Year's Eve, come to my place for dinner. I am a good cook and will prepare a meal waiting for you."
"Thank you, I'll come."
"Uncle, I have another unkind request..."
"Tell me carefully."
"If Xiaojue contacts you, tell him that I'm waiting for him at my old place. And don't mention me to anyone except him."
Huang's father was startled and nodded cautiously: "Don't worry."
As night falls, the light snow falls even more heavily.
The small cafe in a secluded place is fully heated, and Yan Xixin is carrying his luggage like a down-and-out wealthy traveler.
The lights are dim and the aroma of freshly baked snacks is strong.
She wasn't hungry and stayed on the sofa.
At this moment, I am not worried about being short of money, nor am I worried about the unknown life or death of Huang Xiaojue. I am no longer even afraid of the invisible black hand reaching out to strangle my throat. People have a strange habit, and their brains have the function of automatically repairing trauma.
, let the magic hands of time slowly heal the pain of the past.
The plane crash has become history, she thought, the ideal thing is that the person who stole her ID has already become a victim of that accident. From then on, no one will know her or cause trouble for her.
In fact, the uneventful past six months made her completely relax her vigilance. She even changed her mentality. She no longer acted like a coward, but became calm and open-minded. Since she was no longer afraid of death, what else was there to be afraid of?
In this world, there are countless people who do not have enough to eat or wear, and suffer from disease and poverty. Their lives are truly dark.
