Time has no trace and can be found

I insisted on sending Mu Jianchen home first, he was not very relieved when he entered the house, and looked back at me step by step until I got on the round-trip bus.

Observe around first, and when you make sure that there is no figure around, then slowly relax.

Silently opened the small schoolbag and took out the mobile phone inside.

When I was at school, I usually didn't take my phone out and kept it on mute.

I looked at the time, it was still early, so I put my phone on my trouser belt and closed my eyes.

Mom's face suddenly flashed in her mind, and the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously.

That's when I started thinking about my mother

This should be the nature of the child's attachment to the mother.

Thinking of the string of mother's phone numbers, he clenched his fists slightly.

I

haven't had the courage to call, because I don't have a reason to call, if it goes on like this, will my mother's dependence on my nature gradually become cold?

Time is the most powerful and has the power to change everything. Maybe I'll take it slowly, get used to being a child without a mother, and slowly accept it.

By that time, I wouldn't have expected that phone number anymore.

In the rickety bus, unconsciously arrived at my station, I got off the bus and took a small deep breath, looking at the sky, the sky was a little red, it looked like it was going to be dark soon, the gloomy weather, the roadside was full of people coming and going, and I was on the way home at this moment, but I didn't have the heart to go home.

I walked slowly, and the moment I turned around, I noticed a figure that immediately froze.

That person, the person who had been following me a few days ago, appeared in front of me so blatantly Mu Jianchen's father.

Although I have only seen him a handful of times, I still recognize him at a glance. That's right, the person who followed me a few times was clearly him.

He was standing next to a pillar, smiling obliquely, dressed like a black, ordinary middle-aged man, and he was wearing a low hat so that I couldn't see his eyes clearly.

He just stood in front of me, obviously, waiting for me to walk over.

With my hand clenched on my phone in my trouser pocket, I bit my lip and froze in place.

And he didn't come close to me, and staring at me like that without moving, it made me feel even more terrible.

3，2，1

Count down in my mind.

On the count to 1, I jerked around and walked in the opposite direction.

All I was thinking about at the moment was - get rid of him, get rid of him.

I walked and walked, and my steps became faster and faster, but I had not taken two steps, and suddenly my shoulders sank, and I felt the restraint of this force, and then I smelled the smell of smoke and alcohol, a, the smell of rot.

"Daughter, where are you going

?"

Then there was the rough uncle's voice, like the sound of a duck.

He deliberately shouted at me in a loud voice, with that chilling smile.

I suppressed my fear, looked up and met his fierce gaze - Mu Jianchen's father's eyes were deeper indifference, deeper greed and evil.

I shuddered, but the voice in my heart was calling me to resist.

I tried to break free of him, and was about to shout when a large hand covered my mouth.

"Hmm-hmm".

"Ah, daughter, are you going to throw up?" he said with an exaggerated expression as he lowered his head and whispered in my ear in that demonic voice, "You'd better be honest." "

In just one short sentence, I felt the power of language. His hand was on my shoulder, and it was so hard that I frowned in pain, but I didn't dare make a sound.