The night sky seemed to be torn apart, and heavy rain poured down from it, leaving only the sound of dripping rain in the silent Nantang.

The warm yellow streetlamps stretched a lonely figure into a slender silhouette, and she staggered to a wooden building, then pushed open the fence gate and walked in.

She remembered that the key was in the mailbox.

She opened the door to the mailbox, her hands trembling and fumbling inside, and sure enough, she found a handful of cold metal.

Look, cold, I remember it very clearly.

Even though her vision was blurry, she was able to find the keyhole with unmistakable accuracy, and with one turn, another turn, the door would be opened.

She pulled out the key, closed the door softly, and groped her way into the room in the dark.

I don't know what tripped under her feet, she fell to the ground with a "bang", and there was a sharp stabbing pain in her knee, but she still smiled, laughing very contentedly, "Brother, I'm back." ”

There was no time, she had to go faster, faster.

She stood up on the floor, and then slowly touched the table, touched the landline on the table, and she remembered the cold number, she remembered.

Her hand slowly touched the number keys, and then pressed out the eleven numbers that were deep in her heart.

The raindrops gently lapped against the glass windows, and the sound of ticking was particularly loud in the quiet of the night.

Since listening to that recording, Leng Yan has never been out of Xia Xingchen's room again.

He held the only family photo they had in the family and looked at it carefully, rubbing his fingers against Xia Xingchen, who was smiling like a flower under the glass.

"If you weren't Xia Xingchen, how nice it would be."

The sound of vibration came from the bedside table, and the white light of the mobile phone became very dazzling in the dark room.

He put down the photo frame and picked up his mobile phone, which was Nantang's landline number.

Mo Han was frantically looking for Xia Xingchen, there shouldn't be anyone there.

With questions and hesitation, he still answered the phone.

"Hey."

With just one sound, Xia Xingchen, who was holding the landline, couldn't cry, this is the voice she misses day and night!

She covered her mouth, trying not to let a whimper get into the microphone.

"Brother."

The choked words were mixed with a cry, making Leng Yan feel as if he had fallen into a huge ice cave, and then froze him into ice.

Whenever Xia Xingchen turned around and tortured him, or he tried his best to make her grief-stricken, but as long as she shed a tear, that tear seemed to cut his heart, and then spread into his heart little by little, making him feel like sinking into the deep sea.

Time seemed to be frozen, Xia Xingchen held the microphone tightly, but there was silence in the microphone, with palpitations, she sobbed and spoke.

"Brother, her name is no longer Xia Xingchen, she has become Xin Chen, she has no Xia Xingchen's face, she has no Xia Xingchen's eyes, her eyes can't see, but she doesn't care about any brothers and sisters, she just wants you, do you still want her?"

In the earpiece, the sound of her criing was heard. Leng Yan clearly remembers that in the airport hall that day, she was holding a voice recorder like that and crying like this.

The cry was like a knife, stabbing the cold heart one by one.

The next second, he didn't hesitate any longer, but hung up the phone and rushed out.

If you want to go to hell, then go down.

The black car was parked under the warm yellow streetlights, and the windshield wipers kept swinging, washing away the rain and then being dripping again.

The young man turned to the man in the back seat and said, "It's here!" ”

In the dark back seat, the door was pushed open, and a gray umbrella was pushed out, blocking the raindrops.

Xia Xingchen, the time has come.