1356 Who Am I in My Dream? (1/2)
Buzz...
Buzz... Buzz...
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...
The phone vibrated on the tabletop for a long time before Zhang Zian opened his eyes even a little.
So sleepy…
Really sleepy...
He wiped his face with his hand, picked up the phone, and saw the screen. It showed that the caller was... Mom.
His heart twitched inexplicably as he stared at the word for two seconds. He swiped the phone with his finger to connect.
”Hello...” His voice was a little dry.
”Hello? Zian, are you at work? Or are you still sleeping? Mom didn't bother you, did I?”
There was a familiar voice on the other end of the line, but he didn't know why. Perhaps he hadn't heard it for a long time. He felt somewhat distant from it.
”No...” His throat was really dry, and he felt like something was stuck in it.
”That's good,” his mother said with relief. ”I sent you a few messages, but you have not replied to me. I was afraid that you were asleep. I wanted to call you again tomorrow, but I am afraid that tomorrow will be too late...”
”No, I didn't go to sleep... I just didn't see your text. What's the matter?”
He was awake and looked around subconsciously.
This was an ordinary one-bedroom and one-living-room rental house. The place was not large and there were not many things in it. However, it was more than enough to live alone.
His usual laptop was on the table, and the screen had automatically hibernated because the mouse and keyboard had not been operated for a long time.
His other hand moved the mouse, and the screen lit up, showing unfinished work reports brought back from the company during the day.
It seemed that...while he was sitting in front of his laptop, he had fallen asleep.
He grabbed at his hair angrily and looked at the time in the lower-right corner of the laptop screen. It was already around 10 o'clock at night, and the work report would be due and needed to be handed over to the boss tomorrow.
His parents should have already gone to bed at this time, so why had they called today?
He stood up with his mobile phone in one hand, went to the water dispenser, and brewed a cup of coffee with hot water to refresh himself.
”Zian, it is the long, eleven-day golden holiday week. Will you be coming home?” his mother asked rather tentatively over the phone. It was as if she was afraid that he would give a negative answer.
He clipped his phone between his cheek and his shoulder and walked to the window. He pulled up the corner of the curtain and looked out into the night.
It was not his hometown of Binhai, but another city. He had gone to college here and easily found a company that would hire him. He'd stayed on after graduation.
This was a big international city with many more job opportunities than Binhai City. In addition, the salary offered was much higher. It attracted young people from nearby areas, much like a magnet.
”Oh... Yes, I should be coming back.” He took a sip of coffee and tried to get his mind back on the right path.
There was a calendar issued by the company on the wall. It was now at the end of September, and there were not a few days left before the Golden Week holidays started.
”If you are coming home, remember to buy tickets in advance. The tickets for the eleventh are hard to buy. If you don't buy them soon, you won't be able to get them.” His mother heaved a sigh of relief over the phone.
”Yes, I know that. Is there anything else?” he asked absentmindedly.