Chapter 211 You are the one I long for day and night
Jiang Ranran disappeared for a day and a night, and Jiang Yunhui's heart stopped for a day and a night.
Of course Duan Chenming explained the situation to him immediately, but this made him feel more uneasy than thinking about Ran Ran.
He didn't sleep a wink all night, and as soon as daybreak he couldn't stand the suffocation in the house anymore and started walking in circles in the yard. But from the first light of day to the first day of the red sun, he was almost able to practice clairvoyance, but he still did not see the figure he longed for in his heart.
She wouldn't take Jiang Ranran away with her, would she? !
The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became and began to get angry with her. He didn't come back, and he didn't even make a call... Huh? He suddenly realized that Duan Chenming only said that he sent Ran Ran to her place, but did not say where it was... Oh my God, he didn't even ask. Did he really become stupid when he heard her name? Can you even ignore such crucial information?
Give Duan Chenming a call? Can’t fight...
A new question squeezed in, and his brain was about to burst.
"Pour me a cup of coffee." He finally decided to go back to the house. The yard was almost completely destroyed by him.
But no one answered.
Jiang Yunhui paused and called tentatively: "Uncle Huo?" Still no response.
He slowly walked out of the kitchen, feeling a bad premonition arise in his heart - could Uncle Huo have left too? Went to find them?
With every step he took, his heartbeat became heavier. He didn't feel his breath until he turned the corner of the kitchen and saw Uncle Huo standing in front of the window with interest, staring outside.
"What are you looking at? You didn't even respond." He tried his best to suppress his temper and walked to Uncle Huo.
Uncle Huo pursed his lips toward the window and did not answer directly.
Jiang Yunhui stood next to him and looked out from his perspective. Isn't this the yard he had "measured" all morning? Is there any difference between looking from the inside and looking from the outside?
"Please pour me a cup of coffee." He couldn't help it, and he deliberately said the word "please" very strongly, almost condensing the emotions of the whole morning in it.
"Wait a moment." Uncle Huo's eyes did not leave the window.
What? Jiang Yunhui suspected that he had heard wrongly and stared at the person in front of him almost in shock. Challenge my temper, right? I have endured it for a day and a night...
"Hey, here we come, back!"
Uncle Huo suddenly shouted, and everyone jumped and clapped wildly. He grabbed Jiang Yunhui, who was completely confused, and pointed to him outside the window.
On the street corner where the angle is almost zero, a figure looms. After a while, the figure slowly approached, and one figure turned into two.
At the same time as Jiang Yunhui's eyes were shining, he saw Jiang Ranran running into the courtyard gate dancing with joy, and Uncle Huo had already rushed out at a sprint speed of 100 meters. His heart also followed him, but his body couldn't move at all.
He felt that the blood around him was not flowing, especially as the figure got closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer, and finally turned into a familiar face. He didn't even notice a big tear rolling down his cheek.
Jiang Ranran threw herself into Uncle Huo's arms.
Uncle Huo excitedly hugged him and spun him around several times.
Xiang Nuan had a faint smile on his face, talked to Uncle Huo, held Uncle Huo's hand, and even hugged him...
Jiang Yunhui suddenly felt very angry and aggrieved. It suddenly occurred to him that he wanted to drink a cup of coffee just now. Where was the cup? Where was the cup?
"Dad, mom is back!"
Jiang Ranran screamed and ran into the house, so excited that she couldn't let herself stand still on the ground.
Jiang Yunhui wanted to hug him, teach him, and ask him how he could spend the night outside without permission, but he couldn't adjust his emotions, let alone organize his words.
Xiang Nuan just stood at the door of the kitchen, just like he had been dreaming about these days, standing there quietly with a gentle smile.
But, he just stood there.
She looked at Jiang Yunhui with an indifferent expression, waited for a moment and didn't say a word, then nodded slightly and turned around to go upstairs. Uncle Huo and Jiang Ranran were dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that Jiang Yunhui, who had been restless for a week, was so calm now.
No, it's indifference and coldness!
Jiang Ranran almost screamed, grabbed his father's hand and pulled him upstairs hard. This is not enough, he has to pull and pull, for fear that the chance he has fought so hard to get back will be ruined in the hands of this wooden father.
"She came back because she knew you were going to sell the house. Hurry up, hurry up!"
"You...you told her?"
Jiang Yunhui finally came to his senses. Why does this stupid son say everything? Wasn't it because he didn't want her to be implicated by him that he made such a decisive move?
"I don't want to sell the house, and I don't want her to leave. I like it here and I like her." Jiang Ranran's eyes were filled with tears again, and she looked at her father sincerely.
"Baby, there are some things you are too young for..."
"No, no, no, no!"
Jiang Ranran shouldn't listen to these so-called adults' reasons. He pulled Jiang Yunhui desperately, trying to push him into the warm room.
Jiang Yunhui was still in a stalemate at the door. He was afraid that the hard work he had put in these days would collapse the moment he opened the door. He was cruel and determined not to involve her.
Uncle Huo suddenly rushed up the steps and gave him a hard push. Jiang Yunhui staggered into the house before he could even turn around.
Although he held onto the edge of the bed with one hand to avoid the embarrassment of lying down, he still couldn't stop it and landed on one knee.
Xiang Nuan stood in front of him, looking at his somewhat ambiguous posture, and almost suppressed his internal injuries from laughing.
"Is this an apology?" she asked calmly.
Jiang Yunhui stood up awkwardly, turned around and found that the door had been closed tightly, and then he raised his eyes awkwardly to meet her gaze.
"Are you... okay?" His eyes flickered, his voice trembled, and he didn't know where to put his hands, twisting the corners of his clothes like a child who had done something wrong.
"Ran Ran," Xiang Nuan also felt his throat was dry and itchy, as if the air had become hot in an instant: "He said you want to sell the house."
"Uh...I'm going to France."
This was not the answer she expected. She spoke twice but could not find a suitable response, so she had to let the atmosphere fall into silence again.
He had already thought of a retreat, and she was not included in this retreat. Originally, she shouldn't exist in his world. No matter how many times she travels through time, she remains the same self-righteous, sentimental, silly girl.
She nodded, the word "good" stuck in her throat.
"I'll clean it up as soon as possible without wasting your time."
She turned her back and opened the wardrobe one by one. She had a lot of clothes, neatly stacked one by one. She buried her face deeply in them, and her whole body was also embedded in them, as if something would be left behind if she didn't.
I picked them up one by one and put them down one by one. I repeated this for a long time but there was no sign of packing. Her petite back was within reach but fragile and helpless. Jiang Yunhui felt like he was going to break in place.
"Nuan'er..."
Xiang Nuan's whole body seemed to be struck by electricity, and the sound was numb to the bottom of his heart. She couldn't hold on any longer, and her whole body began to twitch violently.