Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, because those strange dreams made him too suspicious. He decided to start today and start being a little more aggressive and not live so tired anymore.

Yang Yunle followed Ling Xiaocan to the deck. He suddenly felt a little thirsty, and he planned to go back to the baggage compartment to find water.

Before leaving, he also took a special look at Ling Xiaocan, it seemed that the students liked this teacher very much, and they were all talking and laughing together.

Against the backdrop of the setting sun, the afterglow is sprinkled on the bodies of these young people, reflecting the water patterns reflected on the surface of the lake, like a beautiful painting, peaceful and beautiful.

But what Yang Yunle didn't know was that this was probably the most beautiful picture of this journey.

He returned to the luggage compartment alone, found his backpack, and then took out water to drink, only to find that the luggage rack was also engraved with the word 147. However, it seems that this handwriting should have been carved for a long time.

Don't think about anything, don't think nonsense, Yang Yunle has been self-hypnosis, all of which is just a coincidence with a dream.

With such a beautiful trip, why let those nasty dreams tarnish it?

He sat on the stool next to him, saying that he didn't want to, but he couldn't help but glance at the numbers a few more times, and drank a few more sips of water.

There seemed to be something vibrating inside the "Squeak......" backpack, which startled Yang Yunle, who was deep in thought.

The "squeak......" sound was intermittent, and there was no intention of stopping. What is it? What's in your own backpack? Isn't it Ling Xiaocan's care?

Cell phone? Yang Yunle suddenly thought, it may be a mobile phone, is it a fish that slipped through the net? He planned to take out his phone and hide it, after all, he was a teacher, and it was important to lead by example. I didn't bring it with permission, but when someone else found out, I couldn't tell if I couldn't tell.

So, he opened his backpack, which was not in the big one. He flipped through the small bag on the side again, but there was none.

He simply poured out all the things in his backpack, and then found a small black mobile phone wrapped in his clothes, so Yang Yunle didn't notice.

But this mobile phone is not like the style of the mobile phone I just saw in Huahua's hands, those are mobile phones with screens, and this one is obviously a very old-fashioned mobile phone, only mechanical buttons.

He picked up his phone, it was still vibrating, it should be someone calling. The signal is full, and the battery is still half charged, but the phone number shows unknown.

Is this my phone? Who, exactly, is calling me?

Yang Yunle hesitated to answer the call.

After hesitating, Yang Yunle picked up the phone with a slight tremor and pressed the answer button nervously.

"Hello?" Yang Yunle was nervous for a while, and his heart seemed to be in his throat. It's not that he's afraid of who called, he's afraid that he won't remember anything when the other party asks.

Suddenly, there was a cry on the phone, "Boom......"

The cry was intermittent, like a woman's cry, and it sounded miserable.

"Hello? Hello? Yang Yunle yelled at the phone again, he wondered if the phone was connected. The other party didn't speak, just cried, which made people's hearts furious.

There was still no response on the other end of the phone, it was still the sound of crying, intermittent, not getting worse or lessened.

"If you don't speak, I'll hang up." Out of politeness, Yang Yunle still reminded the other party.

There was still no response on the other end of the line. Yang Yunle did not hesitate, and hung up the phone at once, but he still felt a little panicked in his heart, and the inexplicable phone call broke the originally good mood, he threw the phone on the table, planning to drink saliva again to suppress the shock.

......The vibration of the phone call came again, and Yang Yunle told himself not to answer it again. But I couldn't help but glance at the caller ID, which still showed an unknown call.

Yang Yunle seemed to be a little restless, a vibration sounded over, the phone was quiet, and he was about to go out to find Ling Xiaocan on the deck.

"Zizi Zizi......" Yang Yunle sighed, who the hell is this, the phone keeps calling, and his heart is a little angry.

He picked up the phone suddenly, this time he was not polite, and shouted directly at the other end of the phone: "Who are you, it's endless, you made the wrong call, you know?" ”

After that, I plan to hang up the phone and turn it off.

"Wait, wait......" A hoarse and hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

At the same time, Yang Yunle asked almost in unison with the woman on the other end of the phone: "Who are you?" ”

It seemed that the woman on the other end of the phone realized that something was wrong, and she muttered to herself: "This is my son's phone, who are you?" ”

Yes? Yang Yunle was thinking in his heart, do I still have a mother, here? The age of the voice is also very consistent.

This is very embarrassing, Ling Xiaocan is not around, and I have no memory at all, who do I ask?

And it sounded like the woman on the other end of the line seemed to be in a bad mood all the time, and even if she stopped crying at this point, it was not difficult to tell that she was still sobbing quietly.

Thinking of this, Yang Yunle could only ask cautiously: "...... you What is the son's name? ”

After asking, Yang Yunle swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, and then quietly waited for the other party's answer.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, as strange as if no one answered. Yang Yunle was also very worried in his heart, in case it was really his mother, would it be too much to ask such a question.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask again: "Auntie, because I was sick last week, it seems that there is a little problem with my memory, and I really don't remember who you are?" ”

This can be regarded as giving a simple explanation, and it can be regarded as giving yourself a step down.

"You're not Aggie, who are you?" The woman's voice seemed to be calmer, and she didn't ask Yang Yunle, but Aji.

Aji, isn't that the introverted kid who loves photography? Could this be his mother, how could the phone be wrapped in my clothes and then rest assured in my backpack?

"Aggie? Aggie is my student. Hello parents, do you have something to do with him? Yang Yunle understood, at least knowing who the other party was, and his heart was much more steady.

There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and then there was crying.

Suddenly, a crying woman's voice yelled at the phone: "You are Teacher Yang, right?" Don't comfort me anymore, Aggie has been dead for three months. ”

After saying that, the crying seemed to be getting louder and louder, and the woman seemed to be saying something intermittently, but she couldn't hear it at all.

What? Aggie has been dead for three months? Yang Yunle's hand holding the phone shook involuntarily, but he had just spoken to Aji.