The Adoption Diary of Letting the Wolf In - Chapter 71

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After packing his schoolbag, Sijian didn't change his clothes or go to bed. Instead, he continued tidying up his things, including his clothes, daily necessities, and other items, making sure everything was neat and tidy. Once finished, Sijian sat there blankly, his gaze constantly scanning his room—his desk, chairs, cabinets, bed. With each place he looked at, a hint of reminiscence would appear in his eyes. Finally, Sijian slowly lay down on his pillow and blankets, inhaling deeply the scents, perhaps trying to remember Kexin's fragrance.
Slowly, time passed, and it was past midnight. Sijian got out of bed. He had cried again. He wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door. His steps were slow and soft, and he opened the door almost silently. He glanced into Kexin's room; the whole room was quiet. Confirming that Kexin was probably asleep, Sijian turned on his bedroom light, then took out a piece of paper and a pen and slowly began to write, seemingly on something. This scene was so familiar; it had appeared countless times in television and movies. Was Sijian preparing to run away from home? Or was he preparing to write a suicide note?
Soon, Sijian finished writing. He placed the paper on his desk, turned off the room light, and slowly walked out of his room. He walked slowly to Kexin's door, reaching out to press the doorknob, but Kexin had been locking the door for the past few days. So Sijian withdrew his hand, perhaps afraid of waking Kexin, or perhaps afraid that confirming the door was locked would cause her even more heartache. Sijian withdrew his hand and slowly turned to walk towards the front door. He quietly put on his shoes, then looked back at Kexin's door with reluctance in his eyes. Finally, he touched the corner of his eye, slowly pressed the doorknob, walked out of the house, and turned back to slowly close the door. The whole house fell silent again, and Kexin was left alone in the house.
Meanwhile, Kexin wasn't completely asleep. She had also gone to bed very late. When Sijian left the room, Kexin was half-asleep, somewhat groggy. She heard the sound when Sijian opened the front door. The door was quite heavy, a security door, and even when closed carefully, it would still make a considerable noise, especially in the quiet night. Kexin heard the door close. When Sijian left the room, Kexin suddenly opened her eyes. Just when I thought she knew someone had come or gone, she groggily closed her eyes again. Perhaps she thought she was dreaming, or perhaps she thought she had misheard, or perhaps she thought it was a sound from the hallway or outside.
Kexin drifted off to sleep, while Sijian went out to do something unknown. He didn't take his phone or any of his belongings with him; all he could take were his body, his clothes, and his feelings for Kexin...
I fast-forwarded through the video until Kexin woke up in the morning, but Sijian still hadn't returned. I didn't know if he had run away from home or committed suicide. However, I had already gone home yesterday and found him to be alright, so I wasn't worried or scared about the scene in the video. Actually, I didn't have much affection for Sijian; my strongest feelings were for Fengjun. So, naturally, I didn't want anything to happen to Sijian, otherwise, how could I face the deceased Fengjun?
After getting up, Kexin went about her usual routine of washing up and making breakfast. Every time she passed Sijian's room, she would glance at it, a hint of worry in her eyes. She had been a little too harsh with her words the night before; Sijian seemed quite agitated. But Kexin quickly calmed down. A grown man like him, couldn't he overcome such a small setback? However, Kexin didn't realize that while other things might not matter to Sijian, every smile and gesture of his was deeply affecting him. In Sijian's eyes, Kexin was his first love, his everything. Only Kexin could truly hurt him. Perhaps Kexin hadn't considered this.
After making breakfast, Sijian hadn't come out of his room to wash up yet. Kexin frowned. Was this kid going to sleep in again? Kexin didn't push the door open directly, but knocked on it first, but there was no sound from inside.
"Click..." Kexin opened the door, only to find the room completely empty. Startled, she quickly left the room and went to the bathroom, only to find it empty as well...
"Sijian, where are you? Don't play hide-and-seek with me..." Kexin finally realized what might have happened. She searched everywhere in the more than 100-square-meter house, her voice trembling. She searched very carefully, in the cabinets, in every corner, and even in places where people shouldn't be hiding.
"Sijian, stop playing around. If you don't come out, don't blame me for not letting you off the hook..." When Kexin opened the front door and saw that Sijian was not in the hallway, her voice trembled and sounded like she was about to cry. After all, she was a woman, and she was certainly not as calm as a man when it came to handling unexpected events.
Kexin went back to Sijian's room to look for him, even turning over the blankets and mattress. She seemed frantic, tears welling in her eyes, forcing herself not to cry. She felt as if she might lose her mind at any moment. She finally saw the paper on the desk. Actually, the paper was quite obviously placed there, but Kexin had only noticed it because of her nervousness. Kexin's hands trembled as she picked up the paper and began to read. Although the camera couldn't make out what was written on it, it was clear that there were very few words. It was nothing more than "I'm leaving," "Take care," and similar phrases. After Kexin finished reading, her hands remained still, her body seemingly stiff. The short piece of paper slipped from her fingers and finally floated to the floor.
"Thump..." Kexin seemed to lose all her strength, collapsing onto the bed beside her desk, tears finally streaming down her face. After a moment of stunned silence, she quickly took out her phone to call Sijian, but the phone rang from Sijian's bedside table. Kexin opened the drawer and saw the ringing phone. Sijian hadn't taken his phone; Kexin had lost her last clue. She was now certain Sijian had run away from home, taking nothing with him except perhaps the small amount of pocket money she had given him. Seeing Sijian's phone, Kexin quickly dialed a three-digit number. Even without being told, I knew a three-digit number was for the police, fire department, or ambulance; Kexin had definitely called the police.
"What? You're saying it takes 24 hours for a person to be considered missing before the police can respond?"
"What kind of logic is this? My son is gone..."
"Never mind, I'll find it myself..."
After exchanging only a few words, Kexin shouted into the phone, then hung up and threw her phone onto the bed. Although I didn't hear what the police said on the phone, I knew they were saying that a person is considered missing only after 24 hours and only then can a police report be filed. I knew this legal provision, but Kexin didn't, so the police couldn't respond. Kexin quickly ran back to her room to change her clothes. When she reached the door to change her shoes, she realized her phone, which she had just thrown on Sijian's bed, and immediately abandoned changing her shoes to run back to Sijian's room to retrieve it. Kexin was panicked; perhaps only then did she realize the true place her adopted son held in her heart.
"Thump..." Kexin slammed the front door shut, plunging the room into silence, the sound of the door closing echoing behind her. Kexin should be at school by now, firstly to see if Sijian would be there, though the chances were slim, and secondly to ask for leave. After that, Kexin would probably just wander aimlessly searching.
I fast-forwarded through the time. Around 9 PM, Kexin finally returned home, exhausted. She was alone; Sijian, who usually followed her, was nowhere to be seen. Kexin looked incredibly tired, but the sadness on her face outweighed her exhaustion. She didn't turn on the light, changed her shoes, and sat directly on the sofa. After a moment of blank staring, she finally covered her face and wept. It seemed she hadn't found Sijian. How could a woman find a living person without any external help? In this city, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. Kexin just sat there on the sofa. I fast-forwarded through the time until around 2 AM. Exhausted, Kexin finally fell asleep on the sofa, leaning against the backrest.
"Sijian... Sijian..." Kexin kept murmuring in her sleep, calling out Sijian's name repeatedly.
"Sijian, Sijian, come back, Mom knows she was wrong..."
"I'll never treat you like that again. Come back..."
Kexin was dreaming about something with Sijian, and she kept calling out Sijian's name. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I wondered if she had called out my name in her sleep during the time when I was away on a business trip and Kexin was still adjusting. Maybe she had.
Around 6 a.m., Kexin woke up with a start. She opened her eyes groggily, looked at the familiar room, and at the clothes she hadn't taken off. As her thoughts gradually cleared, she finally realized that it was all real. Her son, whom she had finally had, was missing. Kexin quickly got up, without putting on makeup or even washing up, grabbed her bag and rushed out the door. It seemed she was about to begin another day of searching.
I fast-forwarded through time again. Around 10 PM, Kexin finally returned, still exhausted. She hadn't gone to work for the past two days, focusing solely on searching for Sijian. But judging from her appearance, she hadn't found anything. Due to the exhaustion of the past two days and the fact that she hadn't washed her face or put on makeup, Kexin looked like a scavenging old woman. Just like last night, Kexin sat on the sofa without taking off her clothes. After sitting there blankly for a while, she dialed another three-digit phone number. She was probably communicating with the police. From Kexin's hurried and frantic conversation with the police, I learned that the police station had accepted the child's missing person case and was helping with the search. Kexin was asking about the police's progress. After hanging up, Kexin started crying again. The answer was obvious: still nothing.
There's no use in rushing things like this. All Kexin can do is go out searching every day and wait for the police to contact her. Kexin's eyes are already red and swollen. I didn't see Kexin searching for Sijian in the city because I can't install cameras in every street and alley, but I can imagine Kexin searching and crying, oblivious to the stares of passersby. And Kexin always has Sijian's photo in her hand; she's been crying constantly for the past two days. She misses Sijian, but more than that, she's worried about him. She doesn't know if Sijian is still alive, if he's safe, and even if he is, whether he has food to eat, whether he's hungry, or whether he's encountered bad people…
Kexin had many worries, and she was on the verge of a breakdown. If she couldn't find Sijian in the end, or if she found his body instead, would Kexin, filled with guilt, still have the courage and hope to live on...?

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