Back home. Tong Xuan lay on the bed, she was really tired. Like a chrysalis, curled up. Her eyes were slightly closed. Quietly like a water lily after a summer rain. Only in this way did she feel at ease and quiet. As if it was possible to predict the future in her dreams. Vague, yet reassuring.

  It's been a long time. She propped herself up halfway. Looking at the phone by the bed. Placing her hand over her eyes, she stood up silently and sat back down again. Repeating this many times. Not knowing why, but really wanting to make a call to hear Bai Yang's voice. Picking up the phone, yet ultimately putting it back down again.

  The phone suddenly rang by itself, startling Tong Jing. She pressed down on the bedside lamp and saw that it was her mom calling.

  "Hello. For more and faster chapters, please go to..." Tong Jing picked up the phone. The faint light shone on her face, dividing it into clear black and white blocks.

  "Xiao Yu, come back. I'm still worried about you being alone in the United States...". Tong Mama's voice was hoarse. She truly cared about her daughter. When she heard that Tong Yu told her that she had dropped out of school and gone to the United States by herself, she was so shocked that she almost dropped her phone.

  After calming down, she asked her why she went to the United States. Tong Jing only told her that she didn't want to get entangled between Bo Yang and another boy, wanting to be alone for a while. Incidentally, she also came to the US to cure her own illness. This reason, Tong's mother did not suspect, because Tong had previously told her that she liked another boy. More chapters please visit. She thought that maybe her daughter was indeed emotionally confused, so she chose to escape.

  She asked again, "Why not return to Hangzhou? Or stay in China and go to another place. Why must you go abroad?" Tong Jing could only say helplessly, "If I stay in China, Bo Yang and that boy will definitely find me. Only by going abroad can I make them completely give up."

  Tong's mother was heartbroken at the time and only respected her daughter's wishes. Tong Jing finally asked her mother to keep her secret no matter what, not to reveal that she was in the US until she recovered from her illness, and promised to call home frequently.

  Tong Jing heard her mother's worried voice and felt uncomfortable in her heart. "Mom, I'm doing great in the US. You really don't have to worry about me."

  "Is your illness getting better? Is your right hand still unable to move normally?"

  "It's a bit better than before. I go for physical therapy every few days. If I persist for a while longer, there will be even better results." Tong Jing tried to make his tone as relaxed and optimistic as possible, not wanting his mom to worry about him.

  "That's good." Xiaoyu's mom let out a sigh of relief. She paused for a moment before continuing, "Xiaojun, you didn't want me to tell anyone that you're in the US, but Baiyang has been looking all over Hangzhou for you. Last time, he almost knelt down in front of me and asked me to tell him where you are. I really had to grit my teeth not to tell him. His eyes were so red... it was heartbreaking. Xiaojun, why don't you like Baiyang?"

  Tong's mother was in a dilemma. On the one hand, she had to respect her daughter's wishes. But on the other hand, she also pitied Bai Yang, this child. It was neither here nor there.

  Tong Jun's heart can't hurt, right? Only afraid it will hurt a thousand times more. But pretending to be emotionless is about to die. "Mom, this person is particularly sticky. I'm most annoyed by this kind of boy. You mustn't tell him. Let him give up early..." Then, she intentionally shifted the topic. "Don't mention his affairs anymore. By the way, how's Dad now? When will the trial result come out?"

  All that could be heard was a long sigh. "Alas... your father is afraid..." Mother Tong said, her voice choking up here.

  "Mom, don't give up. Never give up until the very last moment."

  "But you'd better stay in America anyway. Get your illness properly treated. Don't bother about things over here in Beijing."

  "What about Xiaoyao? He's doing well in Hangzhou No. 2 Middle School, right?" Tong Jing was actually most worried about her dad, mom and her beloved little brother.

  Their school is fully enclosed. He comes back occasionally on Saturdays. As soon as he gets back, he does his homework in the room. Well-behaved! Mom Tong was relieved. At least her son is now very sensible and rarely worries himself.

  "He's indeed obedient. That's good." Tong Jing whispered softly. "Mom, you also need to take care of your body. It's late here, I'll sleep first."

  "Okay, I'm hanging up now. Remember to call home if anything comes up. Yeah, bye."

  The phone hung up. Tong Jing held the phone and let her hand drop. She sat cross-legged, sorrowful and lonely. She knew that rescuing her father was like climbing a steep cliff in the dark night, with no one to guide her, relying solely on her determination. In fact, every step was difficult and slow, every step was a struggle.

  Another week has passed.

  Yang Pu was originally planning to stay in the dormitory this weekend. But Yang's mother returned from a business trip to the United States and asked him to go home for dinner, saying she had brought many things back from America for him.

  Back home. Just saw piles and piles of luggage on the left.

  "Mom, where are you going to the United States for inspection? You're clearly going...". Yang Pu threw his luggage into his room and shook his head at these suitcases. First time update.

  "Hey, watch your mouth! I've been busy to death these past few days. I squeezed out time just to buy you stuff...". Yang's mom bent down and took out item after item from the luggage bag, placing them in front of Yang Pu. "The clothes I bought for you, the Apple phone I bought for you, the boxing gloves I bought for you, the limited edition basketball shoes I bought for you... take a look, these, these, all of these are for you." Yang's mom lazily took out each item, pointing here and there, growing increasingly annoyed as she spoke.

  "Alright. Alright. Thanks, Mom. It's all on me now..." Yang Pu smiled, thinking that his mom looked like a wronged child at this moment.

  "What's wrong with you? This joke is only suitable for telling at home, don't take it outside. Your mother might even get promoted because of this, don't drag me down. Yang Mama gave Yang Pu a sideways glance and then pulled out a stack of neatly arranged photos from her luggage. "Take a look, we really did go to investigate thoroughly. These photos can't be fake, right?" As she said that, she stuffed the photos into Yang Pu's arms."

  Yang Pu flipped through the photos for a while. They were all just some posed photos, with similar content and format. He was flipping through them listlessly when he saw a Lamborghini in the corner of one photo. "Damn, Americans are so showy. This Lamborghini has only just been released, and they're already driving it around to show off." He muttered to himself as he continued flipping through the photos. But then he updated his attention to this particular photo and was stunned for a long time. The girl in the corner of the photo was a bit blurry, but her profile looked like Tong Jing's. His attention suddenly became focused. He quickly flipped to the next photo. Hmm, no one. And the next one, still no one. He kept flipping, getting more and more anxious.

  But. The following photos no longer showed the girl's back. He didn't give up and started again from the beginning. Every single one was looked at extremely seriously. Every corner, every edge. Not a single place was missed.

  Yang's mother saw her son suddenly become serious. A photo can be looked at for a long time. At first, she was quite happy. But every one is like this. It feels too abnormal. "Son, what's wrong with this photo? Let me take a look..." She got up and pulled out a photo. One look, isn't it just her shaking hands with some American deans? What's so good about looking at this?

  "Mom, this is America, right?" Yang Pu looked up. A pair of eyes stared extremely seriously at his own old mom.

  Yang's mother reached out and touched Yang Pu's forehead, thinking he had suddenly come down with a fever and was talking nonsense. She herself had just returned from the United States, so it couldn't be anywhere else. "Right, this is America. Son, what's wrong with you?" Her tone couldn't help but be worried.

  Yang Pu fell into deep thought and didn't hear what his mother asked him again at all.

  Suddenly. Suddenly thought of something. Got up at once. "Mom, these photos. Which storage card are they on? Let me see."

  "It's not my camera. It's Kobayashi who is in charge of taking pictures. They're all on his card...". Yang's mom looked at Yang Pu with a puzzled expression, finding that her son was getting more and more out of place.

  "What's his number? I'll go get it from him. Or you can have him send the card over now."

  "No. Son. You tell me what happened first. What did you see from these photos? Why are you so startled?"

  "Nothing. I especially like this Lamborghini. Mom, look at how cool this car is. I just want to save it on the computer and take a closer look." This Yang Pu is such a sly guy. He randomly makes something up and then claims it's true.

  Yang's mother furrowed her brow, not quite believing. She took the photo and pointed to the part where only a small portion of the car body was visible. "Even if you enlarge this little bit, it won't look good. If you really like this car, can't you just go online and find a picture to look at?" She gave Yang Pu a white eye, really not understanding what her son was doing.

  "Mom, what's wrong with liking this one? Who says you can't like this one?" Yang Pu still thought he was very reasonable at the moment.

  "Alright. I'll get Kobayashi to bring the memory card to my office tomorrow. I'll give it to you then. Forget about it for today." Yang's mom was also exhausted. Although she thought her son was a bit strange, she didn't have the energy to care that much. She just went along with him.

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