Does my wife remember me today?

Chapter 30

Bai Hao didn't say much later.

"Anyway, Yu Xiucheng revealed that he wanted to go to your family again, Xia Xia's thoughts, but he didn't elaborate on whether he went or when he went in the end." Bai Hao paused on the other end of the phone. Paused, with a worried tone, "Then what, brother, you can just say whatever you feel uncomfortable about, don't hold back, I..."

"I'm fine." I finally spoke after a long time, my voice was unbelievably hoarse, but it carried a calmness that I couldn't believe myself.

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, my throat tickled, and a cough for no reason interrupted what I was going to say next.

Bai Hao's voice was very hesitant: "You...Anyway, if you want me to help you, just tell me, and I will definitely help you."

"I'm really fine." I stopped coughing forcefully, tried to smile at Bai Hao on the other end of the phone and me in the dark, and repeated, "Thank you, Lao Bai, go to sleep, I will adjust myself Just a moment."

Just after I hung up the phone, the restless itchiness that had just been pressed against my bronchi surged up again, so I didn't suppress this burst of emotion and let myself cough earth-shatteringly alone in the bedroom.

When my cough finally subsided, and the peaceful lungs began to breathe normally, I buried my head in the pillow, only wanting to sink deeper and deeper.

The night doesn't seem to be quiet.I think.

I was only focused on the phone just now, completely ignoring what happened outside the window.

The phone lights up, like a light breaking through the fog barrier, illuminating the night again.

"Xia Hai: There is a message."

There were two missed calls 10 minutes ago, and a video invitation.

It is estimated that it was changed to send a message because they did not get through.

I stared at the words on the lock screen of the phone in a daze, and was a little reluctant to unlock it.

I must be unable to sleep now, I picked up my phone, got up from the bed with some clothes on, walked to the window, and opened the heavy curtains.

——What catches the eye is the magnificent fireworks in the night sky, and the eager blessing that can be felt even after a long distance.

The colorful fireworks are reflected in my eyes, blooming in my pupils in different shapes, and I can't help but move in my heart.

I unlocked my phone and found out that my wife had sent me a video I recorded myself.

"At the beginning of the season? Are you with your friends? I called you just now and you didn't answer—"

He held the phone in his hand, switched to selfie mode, and waved to me outside the camera.

I watched him in the video and couldn't help but smile. He really acted recklessly just because of his good looks. What kind of straight male shooting angle is this.

He seemed to be very noisy there, he greeted me with a smile and then turned the camera over: "I wanted to tell you in time, but I couldn't get through! Are there fireworks at home too?"

"Look—" He pointed the camera at the brilliant fireworks in the night sky: "I'm also setting them off here, it's very lively!"

"I couldn't count down the New Year's Eve with you this year, but I still want to tell you..."

"--Happy New Year!!"

He was wearing a coat, and he seemed to be a little cold, and when he cut the camera back, there was still a layer of white fog when he spoke.

"Happy New Year," he said again to the camera, "I want to spend every year with you in the future."

He has never been a very relaxed person. After saying this, his face flushed, and then he waved at me and ended the video shooting.

I looked up out of the window, as if at this moment, the fireworks had their colorful meaning. I opened the window, and the cold wind came in, and at the same time, there was the thundering sound of fireworks that had been ignored.

It turns out that it's New Year's Eve.

I forgot how I crossed this New Year's Day. I looked at the night sky without blinking, until my eyes were numb, and then I lowered my head and dialed a phone: "Hello."

"Hello? At the beginning of the season?" He was also very noisy on the other end of the phone, full of the same lively atmosphere as me, with a joyful tone, "Are you done with your work? Did you see the message I sent?"

"Well, I see, my wife."

Probably because the sound of blooming all over the sky covered my emotions at this time, he didn't hear anything unusual, and said what he said in the video just now on the phone again: "That's good, happy new year——"

I was infected by him and felt a little bit happier: "Well, happy new year."

He seemed to take a few steps: "Wait a minute, my side is a bit noisy, I'll find a quieter place..."

After a few seconds, the noises around him were much less: "Okay, tell me. How have you been these two days? Is everything okay?"

I stretched out my hand to close the window, and the sound of rumbling fireworks suddenly seemed to be covered with a thick layer of cloth, making it much muted, but the colorful colors were still burning wantonly in the night sky: "Well, everything is good."

I hear myself say.

"That's good, I..."

Before he could speak, I interrupted him: "My wife."

"Huh? What's the matter?" He didn't care about my sudden conversation.

"When will you be back?" I asked.

He froze for a moment, and said, "Soon, the day after tomorrow? Qiu Yang seems to have told me..."

"I miss you."

I heard a brief silence on his side.

"I miss you, wife." I held my phone, watched the fireworks in the sky, and repeated.

I miss you so much.

There is no moment when the longing is as turbulent as it is now, the blood in the body is like a wave, not wanting to follow the cycle of physiological instinct, but rushing straight to the mind, expressing the longing silently.

My calmness is actually fake, God knows how much I want to appear in front of you now, hug you desperately, and then say to you, sorry, I am late.

"Well." His voice came from the receiver, and he said, "I miss you too."

No sleep for one night.

After confirming my wife's itinerary, I should be able to see him at noon tomorrow.

And I have one more day to think about what I can do.

But no matter what I did, I had no clue, the nameless fire kept gathering in my chest, but I couldn't find the exit.

What is the meaning of "he still refuses to give up" in Bai Hao's mouth?Is it an idea that exists in the mind and has not yet been realized, or has it been...?

Just when I didn't know where to start, the source of everything actually called my mobile phone.

When I answered the phone, I didn't realize it, I thought it was someone else, until the disgusting and frivolous voice came from the receiver: "Mr. Ji, Happy New Year."

I took a deep breath and held back my words, just being silent.

It's a pity that Yu Xiucheng doesn't know what embarrassment is by nature, so he continued: "I was with your brother yesterday, what is it? Yes, we talked at night by candlelight! We hit it off! I thought you have such a good relationship with him, and I haven't asked you out yet. But... I don't know if Mr. Ji is free today, can we have a face-to-face meeting? By the way, call Bai Hao together?"

"You..." I gritted my teeth.

I ended up swallowing all the rage and disgust I couldn't contain, and I smiled calmly and said, "Okay, see you tonight."

When I saw this person again, my mood was completely different.

According to the agreement, I arrived at the place one hour in advance to wait.

I'm afraid that if I come too late, I won't be able to calm down well.

During this hour, I thought a lot about how to start, how to analyze layer by layer, and how to make him unable to fight back.

But when I saw him appearing in front of me, all the preparations I had made before disappeared without a trace.

"Mr. Ji!"

Yu Xiucheng walked into the private room, sat down beside me, and looked around: "Where is Bai Hao, didn't you promise to come yesterday?"

I stared at him intently, my lips turning pale.

"What's the matter? He missed the appointment?" Yu Xiucheng asked nonchalantly when he saw my unkind expression.

I finally couldn't help it. What I thought before, how to approach the problem step by step, was all a fart.

Suddenly, my wife's unbelievably gentle "I miss you" from last night sounded in my mind, overlapping with the navy blue suit that I passed by that year. My eyes were red, and I stared at him fiercely. He opened his mouth word by word.

"Bai Hao won't come." I said.

"—I'm here this time, just to talk to you about Xia Hai."

The author has something to say:

QAQ Contradictions and Conflicts Still need to think about how to write, first post here

Even though it's badly written, I still have to work hard!

This week will be updated every day

I will worship the ancestors tomorrow, and I will come back later