Chapter 3168: Innocence 83
I saw the glimr of hope in her eyes and smiled faintly. “I haven’t thought of coming back. It’s good to be in Arica alone. It’s quiet and peaceful, without any disturbances. Besides, I’m looking for a job in Arica. After I find a job, I’ll settle there.”
“Look, you yourself said you’re alone. Don’t you feel lonely?”
“I’m used to the cold and cheerless atmosphere. In fact, being in a crowd suddenly will be difficult for .”
My mother was rendered speechless. With her back to , she suddenly sighed. “Just co ho, Xiachun!”
Suddenly I laughed. “Mom, you forget that Arica is my ho.”
I saw the change in her expression before she quickly hid it with a smile and rebuked , “Look at this child… what nonsense are you saying? Let’s not talk about this anymore. Co in first!”
I saw her surreptitiously wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes before opening the door. I stood at the door and studied the porch for a long ti before stepping through slowly.
The mont she got in, she shouted, “Hubby, our daughter is back!”
A mont after, a figure erged from the kitchen.
It was my father but he looked a little aged from the last ti I saw him.
The only emotion I felt upon seeing him again was the thought of how ti made people old. There were little feelings otherwise.
I smiled faintly and greeted him, “Dad.”
“Xiachun! You’re back!”
My father chuckled. When he smiled, the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes deepened. White streaks had begun to appear among his black hair.
I only nodded and went straight into the house. I didn’t spend much ti exchanging pleasantries with him.
Perhaps I’ve grown so cold as to consider myself an outsider. Where this ho was concerned, I felt more like a guest.
My mother welcod to sit down on the sofa, then suddenly asked, “Do you want to go to your room to take a look?”
“My room?”
I thought it was funny.
I had not even lived in this house for a day. How did I end up with my own room?
“Dongyu set it aside for you when we moved here. He said this wouldn’t be much of a ho if we didn’t set up a room for you here.”
I nodded when I heard Dongyu’s na.
She led to the room. Despite the fact that I had imagined various models of how it might look, I was still stunned when I saw it.
It was the sa layout as the room I used to live in. A desk, a single bed, a bookcase, and a computer desk.
On the desk, there was my bag, my howork, all neatly stacked and arranged like bricks.
Behind , my mother smiled and said, “Dongyu cos to your room every day to sit for a while and talk to the photos on the desk.”
She walked to my side. “When he was in university, his room was always in a ss. But your room was always clean and without a speck of dust.”
I sat down on the bed. She looked at and seed a little uneasy. Then she said, “Sit here for a while. I’ll go help your dad.”
“Uh huh.”
My cold reply made her even more uneasy. She turned around and left, forgetting to shut the door in her haste.
After she left, I walked around the room and casually pulled open a drawer. There was my diary, lying in its original position.
I was a little surprised that the diary was still in one piece.
I’ve always thought that my mother would have tore it apart.
I picked it up and flipped through a few pages. I suddenly realized that sothing about it was a little strange.
Then I figured out, underneath the original lines I wrote, there were lines in blue ink.
As I stared at them, I froze.
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