But this afternoon, when Cheng Liyan was packing up and preparing to go home, he suddenly received a call from his son.
Xiaoyi said he would get on the bus soon and planned to go home and leave the next day or the day after tomorrow.
She also told him to come back tonight if he was not busy.
Cheng Liyan agreed, but he felt something was wrong.
I always feel that my son seems to have some ulterior motives.
What happened?
He kept thinking about this question on the way home, but seeing his wife's anxious face, Cheng Liyan naturally stopped talking about it.
He could only comfort her: "It's nothing serious, he might just be homesick. Wait a little longer, he'll be home soon after returning from Tianjin."
Before Cheng Liyan finished speaking, there was a commotion outside.
The two looked out the window and saw Xiaoyi getting out of a taxi.
Shen Yuyao had sharp eyes and she found that the license plate of the taxi was actually Tianjin, and she couldn't help but frowned.
What on earth made Xiaoyi choose to take a taxi back from Tianjin?
Although his family was not short of money, this was not his usual behavior.
Xiao Yi came into the house quickly with a backpack on his back. He looked like he had just rushed in from the train station.
Shen Yuyao hadn't seen her son for half a month, and now she couldn't help but look at him carefully.
Then she noticed that Xiaoyi's eyes were red and he looked like he hadn't slept for a long time.
Looking at his face again, he was indeed tired.
She was about to ask, but Xiaoyi took the initiative to explain as if he knew what she meant: "No, I just worked a shift yesterday to finish the work. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to come back today."
The main reason I came back was to visit my foreign friend. I dreamed about him yesterday, so I wanted to come back and see him."
Xiaoyi said it lightly, but he was actually very panicked inside.
He had never been so nervous and panicked as he was at that moment.
Xiaoyi didn't want to tell his parents about the dream he had yesterday.
Knowing that his mother couldn't go either, he didn't want to make her worry.
In fact, Xiaoyi himself couldn't clearly explain what he dreamed about yesterday.
The person in and out of the dream seemed to have become the same as he remembered from his childhood: elegant, refined, majestic and loving.
In his dream, his aunt looked at him and smiled, calling his name over and over again, and then slowly left.
Xiaoyi wanted to agree and run over to grab Waiyi, but he couldn't move.
He watched helplessly as the foreigner moved farther and farther away from him until he disappeared.
Xiaoyi was frightened awake.
When I woke up I realized I had been crying.
Xiaoyi is now almost 30 years old, and he can't even remember the last time he cried.
Covering his pounding heart, Xiaoyi could no longer fall asleep.
He almost immediately stood up and began to organize his study notes and the report materials he would prepare when he returned.
Xiaoyi sorted it out for a long time, almost without leaving the room all day. Finally, he finished writing. He handed the things to his comrades who came with him, then asked someone to ask for leave for him, and called a taxi back.
Xiaoyi felt very upset.
The closer I get to home, the more obvious the uneasiness becomes.
So, after he said a few words to his parents, he immediately said, "I'm going to go over there first. I'll tell you if I have anything to say when I come back."
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