C8 Last train home

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. I put the cigarette in my mouth and took a long drag. A very sharp car horn woke me up.

I suddenly thought, I have Du Wenxiu's phone number here. Why don't you call him and ask?

I felt a little ashamed of my lack of awareness, but I quickly took out my phone and dialed Du Wenxiu's number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later …"

I was stunned. Why couldn't I get through at this time? However, I was unwilling. I repeatedly dialed this number, but a miracle finally didn't happen. All I waited for was the last train back home.

As I got into the car, I deliberately stopped in the rearview mirror. When I saw the face in the rearview mirror, even I was shocked!

"What is the lad doing? Hurry up and get in the car. What's wrong with waiting for you alone? "

The driver complained angrily to me. I didn't have time to care about the anger in the driver's voice, but I still walked into the car. My mind was full of the face I saw in the rearview mirror.

I actually couldn't recognize myself at all. My face was a very strange black and green color. It felt like I was back home in my old home where I used to use to make pickles. Furthermore, my eyes were deeply sunken in. If it was even more serious, I felt that if I only took pictures of my eyes, it would easily cause others to misunderstand that it was a frog.

No wonder I felt uncomfortable. I didn't think that my face would become so weird and scary. No wonder I scared the little girl into crying. My current appearance is indeed much scarier than Du Weizi's!

Suddenly, a strange thought popped into my mind. Could it be that the reason why Du Weizi was so anxious to chase me away was not because of this face of mine? Or could it be that he saw something and was afraid that I would implicate him?

But that's not right either. If that's the case, he won't give me his bank card. I've been with him for years, and I know about his background. Even without searching, the amount of money in his bank card would not be less than 100,000 yuan. This was the total savings he had accumulated for the rest of his life!

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't understand. The man was in a mess until someone shouted, "Watch out, bro! We're about to crash into a wall!"

At some point, I had reached the last row of the train, and at that moment, the car started to move.

I hastily turned around and sat down. Only then did I realize that there was no one else in the longest row of seats other than the young man who just reminded me.

The young man looked older than me, but he wasn't older than thirty years old. He was wearing casual clothes and was looking at me while smiling.

"My god, this bro's pretty amazing. How do I have to go through so much to make myself look like this?"

While saying that, that bro saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he sneaked up to me and asked softly, "Honestly, bro, can you do it dozens of times in one night?"

Initially, I was feeling depressed. However, after that fellow asked me this question, I almost vomited blood. If he didn't have two weird dreams, I would still be a virgin! Dozens of times, do you think I'm a pig? Even if you were a real pig farmer, you shouldn't have spoiled him dozens of times a day!

I looked at him with resentment. That fellow might have also felt that something wasn't right. Laughing mischievously, he scratched his head while keeping his distance from me.

But immediately after, he showed a confident expression and glanced at me, saying, "Young people don't have to be embarrassed. I am the old driver. I have seen through people, so I can't see anything wrong with it." If you don't want to say it, then forget it. "

I didn't bother with him. I hated this self-righteous guy the most. I moved to the other side of the window, away from him.

I saw the sky outside gradually darken. I remembered that it was already autumn and the sky was getting shorter. The sky quickly turned completely dark, as if someone had placed a black pot on top of it.

At this time, the carriage had already left the capital and was traveling on a deserted national road. I looked at my cell phone. It was almost half past seven, two hours since I'd gotten on the train.

I opened the call log and dialed Du Wenxiu's number again. A beeping sound rang out and a happy expression appeared on my face. I was finally able to call him.

After about four rings, the phone was connected. A crisp and clear female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Wenxiu?" I am Ma Yunpeng. "

Du Wenxiu probably doesn't have my phone number, so in order to avoid any misunderstandings, I quickly explained it to him.

"You're Uncle Yunpeng?"

Du Wenxiu was clearly surprised. He immediately asked, "Is there anything you need on the phone?"

I heard Du Wenxiu's tone slightly tense, but it wasn't because of me. She must have been worried about Du Xuanzi, so I quickly explained, "Nothing much, didn't you get into Kyoto University of Fine Arts? Du Ge wants me to send you back to your hometown to register. I'm on the car back home right now, so I can get home tonight. "

The other end of the line suddenly fell silent, staring blankly for about five seconds.

"My dad wants you to send me to register at school? There's no need to be in such a hurry to come back. There's still half a month until the registration time! "

This time, it was my turn to be unable to calm down, my heart was beating wildly. My breath quickened as I asked, "Have you called your father before?"

"No, I remember the last time was when my university entrance examination results were just released. I told my father that I had gone to the Kyoto University of Fine Arts. That was half a month ago. I haven't talked to my father on the phone!"

My head immediately exploded. Du Weizi was lying. He was trying to drive me away on purpose. What was his motive for doing this?

"Uncle Yunpeng, is there something wrong with my dad?"

The crisp female voice pulled me back from my stupor. I hastily replied, "Your father is fine. He's fine." Let's stop talking, rest early. I'll go find you tomorrow. "

I hung up the phone, unable to calm down. I can confirm that Du Weizi is hiding something. Remembering what he had said, as if in hindsight, gave me the creeps.

No, I have to find out. I had a very bad premonition. My body started to tremble involuntarily.

Once again sliding the screen of my phone, I opened the call log and impatiently dialed Du Weizi's number.

"Sorry, the call you made is currently in progress. Please try again later …"

I now understand that the more anxious you are to do something, the less successful it will be. My butt felt like it was sitting on pins and needles, and my heart was very anxious.

His heart was complaining nonstop. Du Weizi rarely called anyone, so why was his line at such a time?

I hung up, waited another minute, then dialed again. Because I know Du Weizi's habit of making phone calls, he rarely makes phone calls for more than a minute unless it's a very special occasion, and most of them are long and short. A minute passed, enough time for him to finish making a phone call.

To my surprise, Du Weizi's phone was still on the line. I was getting a little anxious. Sweat was seeping out of my forehead, and my scalp was tingling.

For the next half hour, I was in a daze, continuously dialing Du Weizi's number. However, the notification sound had always been on the phone.

My cell phone sounded an alarm and the battery was running out of battery power. I cursed to myself and looked at the time. It was 8: 12. I stopped my irrational behavior, took out my charger, and connected it to my phone.

I began to comfort myself with the thought that the phone call to Maddahar, Du Weizi, might have been answered by someone else, and that was why the beep had been on the phone all along. If that was really the case, then with Du Weizi's ability to pee, his phone wouldn't be able to reach him in a short period of time. He didn't play on his phone at all!