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At the same time as he pressed the answer button, a joyful and relieved female voice appeared in the living room.

"Xiao Qi, you finally answered the phone." Zhao Wen said in his heart.

"What do you want from me?" Yan Yuxi asked, and walked to the French window of the living room with his mobile phone.

"It's nothing, but you haven't answered the phone. Mom is worried about your safety. Now that you know you're fine, I'm relieved." Zhao Wenxin said with a smile.

Yan Yuxi pursed his lips when he heard the words: "Didn't I send you a message? Didn't I receive it?"

"I got it, I got it. In fact, if I hadn't received your message, I would have gone to the police to find someone." Zhao Wenxin said half-jokingly.

Although the tone was joking, Yan Yuxi listened, and for some reason, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable: "Sorry, I made you worry."

"What are you talking about, you silly boy, what is there to be sorry for? Isn't it natural for mother to worry about her son? To be honest, it's me and your father who are sorry to you. You have lived alone for so longIs it hard work?" Zhao Wenxin's voice became softer and softer, and the last sentence was tentative and cautious.

"It's not hard." Yan Yuqi said calmly.

It's obviously a very common word, but at the moment, it sounds a little sour in my heart.

Zhao Wenxin: "Well, your dad, I want to tell you something. Do you have time to go home tomorrow?"

Yan Yuqi: "What time is it tomorrow?"

Zhao Wenxin: "Depending on your time, it would be best if you can come back for lunch at noon."

Yan Yuqi: "I see."

Zhao Wenxin: "Then are you coming?"

Yan Yuqi: "I will go."

"Okay, then what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you tomorrow." Zhao Wenxin's tone could be heard to be excited.

Yan Yuqi: "You can figure it out."

Zhao Wenxin: "How about making those home-cooked dishes you like?"

Yan Yuxi: "Okay."

After that, the two said a few more words and ended the call.

Looking at the phone-type smart brain screen that went dark again because of the end of the call, Yan Yuxi paused for a long time before turning around and walking to the sofa and sitting on it.

At this moment, the phone-type smart brain that had just been darkened turned on again, and at the same time, the ringtone of the incoming call rang again.

He raised his hand and glanced at the screen of the mobile smart computer. The next second he saw an unfamiliar number without a note, he directly pressed it off. After setting all the smart computers to mute, he pressed the screen to turn off.He raised an arm to block his eyes, and at the same time blocked all the light in front of his eyes.

Thoughts settled, memories gradually came to mind.

I don't know how long it has passed like this, and sleepiness strikes.

He had a dream.

I dreamed about my childhood.

There was a little boy in the dream.

Smaller than him, shorter than him, looks just a few years old.