After Lin Jin's death, how did Xie Zhenian live?

Lin Jin didn't know if his brother Zhenian had a good time all these years, but now, what she knew was that at least Xie Zhenian's memory was wrong.

Lin Jian had a faint guess in her heart, and when she thought of that possibility, her choked voice couldn't hide it.

"Hibiscus, why are you crying? Are you still angry about my smoking, I can really promise that I won't smoke in the future."

"I didn't cry, I believe in you, Brother Zhenian, I believe in you."

Xie Zhenian nodded, "Just trust me." But Hibiscus did cry, and he did hear that.

Even if it's over the phone, how could Xie Zhenian, who loves Lin Jin, not hear that Lin Jin's voice is wrong.

"Then, Hibiscus, when are you coming back, I miss you, I miss you very much......

Xie Mujin and his wife followed the guidance of passers-by, and when they found this place at the same time, they heard this sentence.

Hibiscus ......

Xie Mujin knew that it was the name of his mother, who had died, and his father used to call his mother that.

The hibiscus in his name is the hibiscus in his mother's name.

Only now his dad ......

"Look here." Mr. Hsieh's wife gestured to the words printed on the phone booth.

Xie Mujin looked in the direction of her finger......

A call from heaven, a call to the soul of a missing person or animal separated by yin and yang......

Xie Mujin's heart instantly felt like he had been pricked by a needle, it didn't hurt very much, but he also felt sad.

Separated from Dad's Yin and Yang, the person Dad misses the most, except for his deceased mother, who else can there be.

That's why Dad held the phone and called Hibiscus's name.

But......

Xie Mujin doesn't know when a phone booth was built here, and he doesn't know who built it, but this can allow people to talk to the souls of people or animals separated by yin and yang, which, this is ridiculous.

Xie Mujin, who has always been materialistic, does not believe in these.

Therefore, the old father entered this phone booth because he wanted to talk to his deceased mother, but this is fake, it is a lie, and there must be no sound on the other end of the microphone he is holding.

Thinking of this, Xie Mujin felt sad and sad again.

He has always believed in materialism, but at this moment he hopes that metaphysics and soul things exist, and hopes that the words printed on this phone booth are true, so that the old father can at least not see his mother, he can listen to this call from heaven, listen to his mother's voice, and there will be a place for the surging thoughts.

"Hibiscus, when are you coming back, where are you, or if you tell me, I'll pick you up now."

Hearing that the old father kept shouting his mother's name into the microphone and saying that he wanted to take his mother back, Xie Mujin's heart was touched, his eyes were red, and tears were almost surging away.

He went straight into the phone booth and snatched the phone from his old father's hand.

"Dad, let's go back, it's fake, Mom, she's no longer here, she's ......."

"What's the matter with you old man, how did you snatch my phone, I still have to talk to my wife, hurry up and give me the phone, otherwise even if you are an old man, I will not be polite, and I will not show mercy." Xie Zhenian, who was robbed of the microphone, was so anxious that he stepped forward to compete with Xie Mujin for the phone, his face was full of anger, and he had a great posture of wanting to fight with Xie Mujin.

"Dad, it's okay for you to be sober, Mom, she's no longer here, this call is a lie, and there may be no sound ...... in it at all."

"...... of Jinbao"

As soon as Xie Mujin finished saying this to his old father, he suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice that was almost engraved into his soul.

Jinbao, in this world, there is only one woman who will call him Jinbao, and that is his mother.

Xie Mujin remembers that when he was young, his health was not very good, and when he was sick and uncomfortable and couldn't sleep, his mother would always hold him and call him Jinbao

and coaxed him to sleep.

Those good memories of childhood, even if decades have passed, Xie Mujin still has not forgotten.

"Mom? Is that you?" Xie Mujin couldn't help but open his mouth and looked around, but he didn't see his mother.

He couldn't help but smile wryly.

What's wrong with him, is he also the same as Dad, having auditory hallucinations?

"Jinbao."

At this moment, Xie Mujin heard a familiar voice again, and he was sure that he had really heard it.

Finally, he looked at the microphone in his hand in the direction of the voice, a touch of shock crossed his eyes, and he had a faint guess in his heart.

Could it be, is this ......

Just when Xie Mujin was about to bring the microphone to his ear, the microphone was suddenly snatched by Xie Zhenian.

Xie Zhenian took the microphone, moved away from Xie Mujin, and looked at him defensively, the expression on his face was not very good.

Xie Zhenian handed the microphone to his ear.

"Well, there's an old man who grabbed my phone, I don't know what's going on, what, you're going to talk to him? Why do you want to talk to an old man, Hibiscus, you just talk to me...... Alright, alright, then I'll give him the phone, two minutes at most, no more."

Xie Zhenian reluctantly stretched the microphone forward and glared at Xie Mujin, "If Ah Jin wants to talk to you, he can only speak for two minutes at most, and I will time it!"

Xie Mujin was in shock and his own speculation at this time, where could he manage so much.

He grabbed the microphone and brought it to his ear.

As soon as he put the microphone to his ear, a gentle and kind female voice came in.

"Jinbao, it's Mom."

Again, he could hear the familiar call from his mother clearly.

Even if I didn't see anyone, but this voice, the tone of this call, was already familiar to the bone marrow, and it had been decades, how could Xie Mujin hear it wrong.

"Mom......" Xie Mujin couldn't help but call out.

"Eh, Mom is here."

This response directly made Xie Mujin cry.

In the first few years of her mother's death, especially in the first year, Xie Mujin would always inadvertently call her mother at home.

Sometimes I didn't get a response, and I shouted twice, three times.

It wasn't until he shouted many times and didn't get a response that Xie Mujin suddenly reacted that his mother had died.

No matter how many times he called, he would not get a response from his mother.

He doesn't have a mother anymore.

And now, after many years, hearing her mother's response again, how could Xie Mujin hold back, tears poured down directly.

He clenched the microphone tightly and sobbed, "Mom, I miss you."

"I miss you, my dad misses you, my little sister misses you, and all your grandchildren miss you."

"Mom, Mom......"

"Eh, I know, Mom knows, you are all good, Mom misses you too, Mom Jinbao, you have always been a very good child."

Xie Mujin, who is almost sixty years old, can't cry silently, no matter how old he is, only with his mother, he is a child.

Even if he has gray hair, even if he has wrinkles on his face, in the eyes of his mother, he is still his child, a child who is loved and cared for by his mother.