The hanging clock hanging on the wall goes around and around, and its clear and steady "didi" sound is like the quiet background music in a silent living room.
Ji Wuyin raised his eyes and took a look. The bronze casing reflected the Roman numerals on the dial clearly.
It was already four o'clock in the morning, and she had been sitting alone on the sofa in the living room all night.
There was no movement on the cell phone on the coffee table.
I haven't received any phone calls, text messages, emails, or any news about country M.
She pinched her eyebrows, a faint look of fatigue appeared on her face, but she still didn't feel sleepy.
The world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is immersed in deep darkness, and the thick fog is like a flowing veil, swaying in the darkness.
Daybreak is still a few hours away.
She closed the photo book spread out on the coffee table, and the pages of photos quickly passed by - the first time she opened her eyes, the first time she called "Mom", the first time she learned to walk, the first time she learned to write...
Those childish and pure smiles are like the reflection of time flowing between the fingers.
Ji Wuyin put the photo book in the safe, opened his phone and subconsciously opened the dialog box with Song Zhiyu.
A paragraph was deleted and deleted, and after a long hesitation, it finally turned into a sigh.
She exited the software and booked a flight to country M.
Sitting and waiting, she really couldn't wait any longer.
Even if she would be discovered in the end, she wouldn't care so much anymore.
One night, the fire in her heart never calmed down, and the tight string in her mind reached the critical point of breaking.
She and Zhouzhou haven't seen each other for almost a month. He must miss his mother. I wonder if he cried when he heard the sound of the wooden warehouse. Will the terrorists notice whether he was injured...
Her vision blurred again, and she rushed to the sink and flushed water on her face.
Tears are the most useless thing. She raised her head and saw that the eyes of the woman in the mirror were red and covered with red bloodshot eyes, but there were no tears.
She took out a tissue and wiped it on her face casually, picked up her phone and went out.
The thin back is like a tough oak tree, still standing proudly even if there is endless wind and snow ahead.
*
Ji Wuyin received the call from Jiu'an after passing the security check and preparing to board the plane.
"Sister Yin, we are fine."
Just six words almost made Ji Wuyin unable to stand.
She took a deep breath, feeling grateful to have survived the disaster.
After asking a few incoherent questions, I learned that they had gone to the suburbs and got lost in the slums before returning late. I was finally relieved.
Cut to the video, and when she saw the child sleeping soundly over there, she touched the screen with trembling hands.
Not long after Zhouzhou turned one year old, he curled up in Jiu'an's arms, with the flesh on the side of his face pouting slightly, which made Ji Wuyin's heart melt.
The longing spreads boundlessly.
After a few minutes, the mood eased.
Ji Wuyin told them her plan to let them return home. She really couldn't bear the possibility of the same thing happening a second time.
"Of course, if you want to stay in country M and develop, I respect your opinion." Ji Wuyin thought for a moment and said.
"Sister Yin." The video over there flickered, and a curly-haired mixed-race boy flashed past the camera, "I will take Zhouzhou back after he has rested."
He put Zhouzhou away, took his cell phone and walked out of the room quietly.
Ji Wuyin's heart warmed, "You don't have to force it, I will continue to pay your tuition and living expenses even in country M."
"It has nothing to do with that." The young man's voice was firm, "Sister Yin, I want to stay by your side."
