For the first time in his life, Lin Feng felt so panicked.

There is still no way to go.

Perhaps this is not the first time strictly speaking, the same feeling seems to have experienced and felt it not long ago.

The last time An Xin didn’t come to school and was hospitalized after being sick. He made several messages and calls, but there was no reply from the former.

But that time is different from this time.

At least that time, he called An’s father and mother and got a specific reply. Unlike this time, the phone number he called An’s father was hung up by the other party several times.

Once, twice, three times...

When such situations happened again and again, no matter how hard Lin Feng tried to comfort himself, his mood had slowly sunk to the bottom of the cold valley bit by bit.

He is not stupid.

He just has a rough personality.

But this time, he had already felt extremely sincerely that something was definitely happening.

Many things were connected in a row.

Baozi was hospitalized when she was sick.

On his birthday, the hug on the rooftop caught him off guard.

There are also many times in the past, when buns have some subtle emotions that are different from the ordinary...

He wouldn't think too much before.

But now, it seems that all the details of the events are pieced together bit by bit like puzzle pieces, and the complete truth is about to be presented to you.

However, this "puzzle" seems to be missing, which makes him unable to see the whole picture of the truth no matter how hard he tries to analyze and speculate. It seems that he is still vaguely hiding behind a faint mist, making people feel anxious and almost mad.

Four o'clock.

Lin Feng put down his pen in front of the desk.

He has no intention of continuing to review.

Taking a deep breath, he took out his phone and opened the WeChat software, pursed his lips hard, and started the message to An Xin again.

Fingers are typing quickly on the full screen keyboard of the phone, and lines of text are constantly typing out on the screen

"Bun, what happened to him?"

"I didn't answer the phone number I called you, and the message was not answered. I also called my uncle and was hung up."

"I'm really worried."

"Are you sick and hospitalized again? Is it serious?"

"Now I don't know anything, I can only think about it randomly, and this feeling is very bad."

"If something really happened, can you tell me?"

"Don't ignore me, please tell me what's wrong. If you see the message, reply to me, or if you really don't want to answer the phone, at least... reply to me with a WeChat message, please."

A long text message was finished.

There was unabashed concern and worry between the lines, and even a humble plea and begging in his tone that he had almost never seen from someone.

Then.

Confirm, give.

...

In the taxi of the family of three, An Xin's mobile phone, who was quietly sitting in the back row, rang out again.

An's mother beside her looked over, and An's father, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, also looked at An Xin quietly through the rearview mirror.

The girl pursed her lips.

Without looking at her phone, she could guess the information about who came from.

She could also easily guess what kind of mood someone was still reviewing in the school classroom at this moment.

How sad.

Because, that sad mood...

Now she also has five times or ten times the experience.

"Don't you look at the information?"

An's mother, who was sitting beside her, asked softly.

An Xin bit her lip and shook her head.

The girl's eyes looked out the window, and the traffic flow and the city evening scenery were sweeping back quickly, pulling out a somewhat hazy moving light and shadow.

Just like the thoughts that kept going backwards in her mind.

She still remembers the scene when she transferred to Shanghai half a year ago.

That day she walked into the classroom of Class 7 of Grade 3 and could see a fool looking at her expression with a stunned look on her face.

A comforting hug on the rooftop that day.

When I was living at someone and Sister Xue's house that day, I drove someone out of his own bedroom to sleep in the sand. Late at night, someone sneaked into the room and wanted to get a pillow and was caught by himself.

New Year's Eve that day.

Blooming fireworks and fireworks.

That birthday, the same hugs of different rooftops.

It seems that the glorious night scene of the entire city serves as a foil.

only……

Everything is going to be the past.

From the first day she transferred to the Magic City half a year ago, she had known that such a day would end.

In fact, she should have followed the dissuasion of the doctor and her parents and chose to leave. But because she couldn't bear to let her down, she begged her parents and allowed herself to make the last one willful effort to win the last six months.

Finally, I can be willful for half a year.

Until now, it's over.

She knew that she could not be willful all the time, and when she should leave, she should leave.

only……

The girl sitting next to the rear window lowered her head slightly and sucked her breath gently:

However, when this day comes, even if you have prepared in advance, you will still feel sad when you are caught off guard.

The beautiful eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Suddenly An Xin felt her heart hurt slightly.

Then, the sour pain seemed to spread like poison little by little, spreading throughout her body, making her so painful that she could not even breathe.

"Dad, mom."

"Can I not leave?"

In the car, the girl's voice sounded softly, with a slight trembling and crying voice that was uncontrollable.

I don’t know when it started, but her eyes finally couldn’t help but turn red.

An’s father and mother were silent.

After a while, when Father An finally thought about the good words and wanted to persuade him, the girl in the back row had already shook her head and showed a smile to her parents as hard as she tried:

"It's all right."

"I'll just say it, don't worry."

"I'm..."

After a pause, as if he was still trying to control his emotions. The girl gently sucked her breath and sniffed her nose, and spoke softly:

“A little bit uncomfortable.”

The last sentence became very light.

The girl lowered her head, curled up her slender legs, and buried her hair in her knees.

The shoulders were slightly twitching and trembling.

...

It was 4:30 in the evening.

An Xin's family of three has arrived at the airport in her destination.

In the classroom of Class 7, Grade 3, 13th High School in Shanghai, Lin Feng had completely put down his pen and stopped reviewing, and he buried his head on the desk without moving.

Ouyang, the deskmate next to him, dared not breathe for a moment.
To be continued...