C162 (1/2)

Still going to his bedroom, ah, I occasionally go to his bedroom to sleep.

This, seems to have become our tacit understanding.

When I felt comfortable, I didn't say anything. I became even more daring.

Occasionally, in my room, I would get up in the middle of the night and move somewhere; or I would simply sleep in his bed.

However, Yin Yijie never came back. He didn't even have a phone.

Comfortable occasional return, take care of my daily life and go to school.

I seem to have been sold to comfort by Yin Yijie, or thrown over to him, if comfort is out of sympathy to take care of me.

I couldn't be bothered to confirm it.

On Wednesday afternoon, my aunt called me to inquire about my life for more than a year.

Well, according to the rules, I'm in the custody of a third party, and the court will know something about me.

I have nothing to say. Everything is good.

Auntie warmly asked me how I was getting along with my famous guardian.

Did the guardian raise me, did he give me a normal education, did he...

I feel that my guardian is still quite qualified.

He was about ten years older than me, and he didn't have the experience of taking care of children, but overall, I was living quite well.

Finally, my aunt asked me if I had a normal communication with my guardian.

This, I can't say.

Although the police officer did not say anything, but I secretly thought that there must be something wrong with the way we were only communicating.

After thinking for a long time, I finally mustered the courage to give Yin Yijie a call.

No matter what, there's been no news for so long, so it's only right for me to greet him, isn't it?

If anything happened to him, it wouldn't be right for me to do so.

I, no matter what, am not a child anymore. Be more proactive and take care of the adults. This is something I can or should do.

Yes, I'm an adult now. I care about my job, I care about the people who cared about me, I care about the people who helped me, I care about the people I care about, that's right.

I don't want to ask about comfort.

He won't tell me if there's anything else, so I'll just call Yin Yijie.

In next to no time, he made a call.

I waited, wondering if I would disturb him.

During the day, I was afraid that he would be busy with his work, eat and accompany him, and at night, I was afraid that he would be busy with his bed.

The phone is still ringing, and I've always been patient, listening... After about 30 seconds, the call connected, ”Hello …”

I wasn't touching the door, so I was stunned.

I don't think I don't recognize my phone number, nor do I think he doesn't recognize my breath.

All I could hear was that it was quieter around him. There was the sweet voice of a girl, and an ambiguous smell that spread to my nose through the airwaves.

That's the voice I wouldn't mistake for: ”Jerry, people wear white. Who do you think has red wedding dress?”

I don't know what to say.

What can I say?

After a while, Yin Yijie said coldly:

”OK.” Seeyou.

”Pah!”

The phone was switched off, cut off, and blacked out.

Coldly polite, pure English, I even wondered if I had called Brian.

But Brian's laugh wasn't like that.

It was a smile that would only appear when someone was wearing a mask.

He was wearing a mask on my face. Why?

I don't know.

I have no way of knowing.

The cool spring breeze blew until his ears turned red.

I held the phone and thought over and over again about the girl and said,

”Jerry, people wear white. Who do you think has red wedding dress?”

Is that so?

The betrothal had already been skipped, so they directly discussed the color of the wedding dress. What about the date? Should I congratulate him? Guardian's stepmother got married, I, why should I be sour?

Spring rain sprinkled down. I carried my school bag on my back and didn't want to parachute.

The sky was gloomy, the street lamps were dim, and their hearts were dim.

I was thinking, maybe, that his mask was for someone else to see.

After all, compared to me, Miss Fan is much harder to deal with.

But, why, I actually feel a bit disappointed in my heart.

It was like welcoming spring. When it truly welcomed spring, it would wither.

Oh, my guardian is getting married!

Marriage, wedding dress, white...

I am a traditional person, a Chinese tradition, married or red.

Red was the only color to make one happy.

Grandma said that only dead people would use white.

Heh, I'm not used to cursing people, but it's okay to insinuate something.

White Yulan floated down and landed on my toes.

So it turned out that white was also beautiful.

I shouldn't have...

White was pure.

In fact, it was not pure, nor was it pure in color.

Look at those green trees, they look like they are washed. Isn't it also very pure?

The blue sky was also clear.

Even the spring rain had a clean feeling.