【Wan Jun Xin】29-30

【Wan Jun Xin】(29-30) Author: Long-haired Yao Yao

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As soon as Chen Mo stepped off the exit, he saw his mother waiting to pick him up. Even though it wasn't the first time he had come home for vacation, his mother was still as excited as a child, waving her hands vigorously, as if afraid he wouldn't see her.

"Here, let me take this." She grabbed the suitcase from Chen Mo's hand and pretended to grab his backpack.

"These aren't heavy, I can carry them myself." Chen Mo smiled and took his mother's arm, but he couldn't resist and gave her the suitcase.

"Your dad's still parking the car outside. There was traffic on the way here, and I was worried I'd be late picking you up. I told him to leave early... Huh? Wanwan, why are your eyes red?"

Chen Mo panicked. She had looked in the mirror for a while before getting off the plane, so why were they still so red? "I... I slept on the plane and probably rubbed my eyes when I woke up. Mom, why are you still calling me by my nickname? Isn't there a saying that you shouldn't call someone by their nickname after they turn eighteen?" Chen Mo quickly changed the subject.

"Who said that? I've never heard of that. Your grandma still calls me by my nickname all the time."

"Haha, okay, okay, Wanwan will listen to you." Chen Mo leaned her head against her mother's shoulder and saw her father waving from a distance. She felt the weight that had been weighing on her heart lighten a bit. She took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and thought, "It's so good to be home." She

had once read in a book that people have an average of seven dreams every night, lasting from tens of minutes to one or two hours. When a dream ends, the eyeballs move frequently, foreshadowing the arrival of a new dream. Chen Mo didn't know what kind of movements her thin eyelids had made during the night, nor could she remember all the dreams she had, but she definitely felt extremely tired from tossing and turning all night.

When she opened her eyes, it was almost noon. She stared at the alarm clock on the bedside table in disbelief for a while before getting up groggily. Her parents had already gone to work. She staggered to the bathroom. The mirror in front of the sink was sparkling clean, and she could clearly see faint traces at the corners of her eyes.

What happened? Chen Mo looked closer, puzzled, and after a long while, she realized they were tear stains. Had she cried in her sleep last night? She lowered her head and chuckled twice, then turned on the tap and splashed water on her face. She didn't even have the strength to be sad anymore.

Although she hadn't eaten much last night, she wasn't hungry at all now. She glanced at the dining table and sat heavily on the piano bench nearby.

This piano hadn't been touched for half a year.

Chen Mo sighed inwardly, lifted the lid, and played a few notes. The sound was mixed with hissing noises, sounding rather unpleasant. She stopped playing, silently staring at the black and white keys. Time flies by so quickly that it's almost imperceptible, and what's even more frightening is how everything changes quietly without you realizing it, just like this piano. By the time you noticed, the tuning was already off. But a piano can be tuned and adjusted. Chen Mo stroked the black lacquer finish, closing her eyes helplessly, but the rest was probably beyond repair.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Chen Mo jumped in surprise and quickly got up to answer it.

"Wanwan, are you up?" It was her mother calling.

"Yes, I'm up."

"I called you before I went to work, but you didn't wake up, so I put the food in the rice cooker. Have you eaten?"

"I'll eat in a bit." Although Chen Mo didn't plan to eat, she didn't want her mother to worry.

"I noticed you didn't eat much last night, so I made it a little light. I'll cook you something nicer when you get home tonight," her mother instructed. "Hey, why isn't your phone on? I called you earlier, but it was always off. I thought you hadn't gotten up yet."

Actually, Chen Mo had only just woken up, but she didn't say much, only replying, "I forgot to turn it on. I'll

get it on in a bit." After hanging up, Chen Mo mechanically went to get her phone, pressed the power button, and tossed it onto the table. She slumped onto the sofa, staring blankly at the boot screen.

The phone vibrated a few times. It was probably a missed call notification from her mother, which Chen Mo ignored. But the text message notifications kept ringing incessantly for a long time.

Had her mother called so many times? Confused, Chen Mo picked up her phone, unlocked it, and stared at the screen, stunned.

It was He Wenbo.

It seemed he had been calling since around 10 PM last night, a total of six times. Chen Mo felt himself suddenly become clear-headed, and his sluggish brain immediately started working again.

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