The child's breathing hit his shoulders evenly, and Qian Xingxing felt a little damp and hot. He didn't notice that the other breathing sounds in the room had stopped at some point.
The door opened and closed silently, just like the pairs of eyes in the room that opened and closed.
In the quiet living room, Qian Xingxing saw the director's mother, Zibai, and Nanpeng, all of whom were fast asleep.
Qian Xingxing carefully walked around the three people and went to the toilet with the child in her arms.
"Here we are. Don't you need to go to the bathroom?" He patted the child's back gently and got a grunt.
The little girl put her hands on his shoulders and slowly straightened her upper body. Qian Xingxing turned to look at her and was facing an old face.
His pupils suddenly contracted and he almost let go.
But when I looked closely, the child was still the same child, staring blankly with his eyes slightly open, shaking his legs, and was gently put to the ground by Qian Xingxing.
Qian Xingxing was waiting at the door. After a while, the sound of water stopped and the child came out with wet hands.
Qian Xingxing took the towel hanging on the wall outside the door, squatted down to dry her hands, and then held her in his arms again.
He walked back with the child in his arms, intending to take him back to the room, but stopped when he saw the kitchen.
"Where are we going?"
Qian Xingxing looked at the kitchen door and said, "Go wherever you want to go."
What could be in the kitchen? Qian Xingxing pushed the door carefully. Surprisingly, the door was not locked as he had imagined. With just a slight push, it opened silently.
Qian Xingxing was a little surprised, but the hesitation was only for a moment. He quickly and firmly pushed the door open and walked in.
This seems to be just an ordinary kitchen.
Perhaps because it had been cleaned after dinner, there was no smell of cooking smoke inside. However, the walls were covered with grease stains, the marks left over from years of use.
"Cake!" the little girl suddenly shouted, and Qian Xingxing's heart skipped a beat.
He turned around and saw a cake on the table behind him. It had white cream, blue candles, and was decorated with bright red strawberries...
Everything that appeared before him was so clear.
But.
Qian Xingxing held her breath. Was there this cake on the table when she came in? Was the light in the kitchen on from the beginning?
Look back,
The oil stains on the wall also disappeared, and his blurry shadow was reflected on the white tile wall.
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