In the dark night, the streets were silent. Qin Guanglin slowly squatted down and leaned against the wall. His eyes looked at the street lights, and his brows gradually frowned.

A few hundred meters away, it is a dilapidated old telephone booth, which has left mottled scars on it all year round, making it feel very old.

Except for some children who occasionally go in and play, not many people usually look at it. At most, they treat it as a signpost and will give it a mouth when pointing out the way: the broken phone booth.

Why not be in that small pavilion now, holding the microphone and saying something. The distance is too far, Qin Guanglin couldn't see her expression clearly.

That broken thing can still be used?

This idea came to his mind first.

But for more than a minute, why not hang up the phone, pause in the small pavilion for a moment, and walk back.

Qin Guanglin subconsciously flashed backwards, and as he looked down and walked closer step by step, his brain turned rapidly.

ask?

Don't ask?

I sneaked out to the phone booth in the middle of the night to make a phone call. That phone must be very important.

She was in a low mood tonight, maybe... no, it was probably related to this matter.

Why avoid yourself?

Why not use a cell phone?

A series of whys rolled in Qin Guanglin's mind, and seeing that he was getting closer and closer, he pursed his lips and turned around and walked upstairs lightly.

The word cheating flashed in his mind for a moment, and he threw it aside - if someone told him why he would cheat, he dared to twist his head off as a bet.

But...what is hiding it from myself?

Halfway through the stairs, Qin Guanglin stopped again, wondering whether to go down and catch her to explain, and then gave up after thinking about it.

He took off his clothes and lay back on the bed. The bedroom light was on. He leaned against the bed and looked at the door. Why not be slower than he thought he would come back.

The door outside sounded, followed by a slight footsteps, and the bedroom door was gently pushed open. Qin Guanglin was obviously stunned when he saw it, and then came in and closed the door again.

"You're awake?"

"Well, so late...where did you go just now?"

"I can't sleep, I want to eat duck claws..."

He didn't hold the disposable bag on the handle before Qin Guanglin noticed that she was still carrying something.

“…I couldn’t help but buy some—Do you want to eat it?”

She took out a packaged duck claw from the bag and swayed, one piece of one piece, and Qin Guanglin bought it for her several times.

“…”

Qin Guanglin was stunned. Looking at her natural appearance and an innocent tone. If he hadn't just followed him downstairs, he even wondered for a moment if he had just seen him go downstairs. If he hadn't watched her walk into the broken phone booth with his own eyes, he would have believed her remarks.

"Just bought a duck claw?" He didn't reach out to pick up the duck claws he handed over, and asked looking at her.

The reason why I gave up arresting her was to see what would happen, whether to explain, or continue to hide it.

Otherwise, even if she was caught in the past, she could lie and say some reasons... Qin Guanglin didn't know what reason she would use perfunctory. Last time she could even tell the lies about the future. This time she said she was talking to her mother star.

"I also bought potato chips." Why not take out a pack of snacks from the bag again.

“…”

The room was silent, why not take a look at the window, lower your head and tear open your duck claws and sniff it into small stutters.

Qin Guanglin looked at her with complicated eyes like a kitten, bent down and vomited bones in the trash can.

"I..." He spoke, spit out a word and closed it.

She has done this, what else can I ask?

He said that he had seen her call? She could just lie and be able to perfunctorily pass by.

Trust has collapsed.

Except for her own initiative to explain or he found out the reason by himself, everything else she asked was unreliable.

"What's wrong?" Why stop eating duck claws and look at him.

"I'll continue to sleep, remember to turn off the lights."

"good."

...

Haven't sleep all night.

Qin Guanglin closed his eyes, listening to what's wrong with eating, waiting for her to turn off the lights, feeling her crawl into her arms, holding herself to sleep, then getting up, and making breakfast outside with slight hands and feet.

He lay in bed and thought all night.

Why don't there be a secret? He knew it long ago, but he just didn't take it seriously.

But now, it has begun to truly affect life.

From the moment she took out the chips, even if she continued to ask questions, even if she told the truth, he would continue to doubt—

Only by truly understanding what she has hidden can we recover as before.

"Get up, have breakfast." Why don't you walk in with your hands on the apron, lean over and kiss Qin Guanglin on the cheek, hold your head against his forehead and shake it gently.

"good."

Qin Guanglin finally opened his eyes, pretended to wake up, rubbed his eyes, sat up and looked for his clothes.

"You didn't hug me."

"Ah?" Qin Guanglin was stunned.

"If you wake up, you will hug me first."

“…Come and hug.”

Qin Guanglin held her and took a deep breath. He felt a little relaxed when he smelled the familiar smell, "I love you."

"Okay, get up soon." Why don't straighten up with satisfaction, turn your head and prepare to go out.

"Wait a moment."

"Um?"

"If you have anything, you must tell me." Qin Guanglin looked at her seriously.

No matter what she says now, as long as she speaks on her own initiative, he will definitely make himself believe it.

He doesn't want conflicts again.

Why don’t you look at him for a moment, nodded and said, “Okay…what’s wrong with you?”

“…It’s okay, go for a meal.”

Qin Guanglin sighed, put on his clothes and came out, finished breakfast, and only remembered something when he tidied up his scarf. He took out his cell phone and looked at it, and said, "Today is Saturday."

"Ah?" Why not wash dishes and pause, "...I've been confused, and I always think about the first day of winter vacation today - why didn't you say it just now?"

“…”

Qin Guanglin didn't respond, took off his scarf, took off his coat and prepared to lie on the bed to take a nap.

Do you want to say that you didn't notice it?

He grabbed his hair irritably, and the two of them had their own thoughts. This feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable. He poked his head out of the bedroom door to say something to him, but in the end he closed his mouth and lay back on the bed.

Why not wash the bowls and come to the bedroom. When he saw Qin Guanglin sleeping, he took off his coat and squeezed with him, but he couldn't sleep.

"Xiaoqing asked me to go shopping, you can sleep well."

When it's ten o'clock, why not get up from the bed and say while wearing shoes.

Qin Guanglin said oh, held the quilt and turned over, paused for a while, then turned around and instructed: "Drive."

"Need not……"

“It’s cold outside.”

"All right."

Why not put on your clothes, find the car keys from Qin Guanglin's bag, and then come back and kiss him, "I'm leaving."

"Come back early."

Qin Guanglin listened to the sound of the door outside, opened his eyes, got up, opened the curtains and looked at the window. Why don’t you appear from downstairs soon, get in the car and start the car, and slowly leave.

Retracting his gaze, he was about to lie back on the bed, and from the corner of his eyes he swept across the broken telephone booth several hundred meters downstairs, thinking about putting on his coat and going downstairs.

Entering the phone booth, Qin Guanglin looked at its structure curiously.

This is a product left over from the previous era. It has long been forgotten by the city. He has never used it before, and now there is no place to buy IC cards.

I don't know if I can call back the number...

After studying for a while, Qin Guanglin finally gave up and didn't even have an IC card. Even if there is a callback function, he couldn't call it back.

IC card...why not find it?

His eyes were set at the insertion mount and he couldn't help but be stunned.

There was rust there, and I don’t know if the child was skinned or some boring person was stuffed with small branches, and the entire gap was blocked.

Qin Guanglin's heart thumped, he picked up the microphone, and the old monochrome LCD lit up slightly.

He pursed his lips, looked at the flowchart next to him, and raised his hand to press three numbers.

beep……

As soon as the phone rang, Qin Guanglin suddenly hung up.

...The function is normal, but you can only make a free call - this discovery overturned all his guesses.

Qin Guanglin stood there and looked at the four free numbers printed next to him, dazed and dazed.
Chapter completed!