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"Save...save...Yan Ji..."

"Yan Ji... save... save me..."

If there is a hoarse call, it seems to be whispering or weeping.Across the misty abyss, fragmented like hallucinations in a dream.Yan Ji frowned unsteadily, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, piercing the darkness like a lightsaber.

"Hmm." Yan Ji was dazed for a few seconds, turned over and rolled up the quilt and fell asleep again.

The old clock on the wall made a "da da" sound, the hands were flying, and it was only a sound sleep for a few hours.Ms. Zhao Yunhe outside the door knocked on the door and saw no one answered, opened the PRADA bag and took out the key.

The keyhole turns with a "click".

In the bedroom, Yan Ji sat up with a jolt.

Zhao Yunhe pushed open the door, almost stunned.The living room was a mess, with sketches, drafts, watercolors, and all kinds of waste manuscripts scattered all over the floor. Paper cups, water basins, and cans were filled with sewage from washing brushes. The covered trash can was like a mountain of paper balls.All these set off the unfinished lotus picture on the easel, which is really unstained from mud.

Yan Ji opened the bedroom door and saw Ms. Zhao Yunhe standing in the entrance with no place to stay, so she called out in embarrassment: "Mom."

Zhao Yunhe turned around and closed the anti-theft door, carefully avoided her daughter's paintings and walked into the living room: "Practicing? Don't be nervous, your uncle Zhou has already said hello, so let's just go through the motions."

"Well, I've been a little busy these two days and didn't clean up." Yan Ji bent down and moved the bottles and cans from the sofa, "Mom, sit on the sofa and rest for a while."

Zhao Yunhe put the bag on the sofa: "Mom is not tired, don't mess with it first, go wash your face and eat, Mom made delicious food. Go quickly, I will clean it up." She said He took a step forward, wanting to remove the lotus picture that was blocking the front of the coffee table.

Yan Ji turned his head and saw that his mother's fingertips were about to touch the easel, and immediately gestured anxiously: "Don't, don't move!"

Zhao Yunhe's face turned pale in an instant, and she took a step back in a panic, staring at her daughter with a stiff neck: "Yan Ji? You...are you alright? Don't scare mom."

Seeing his mother crying in fright, Yan Ji hurriedly put his hands behind his back, comforting softly: "Mom, I'm fine, I was in a hurry just now. I'm really fine, do you think I'm stuttering now?"

Zhao Yunhe stared straight at her daughter, watching her mouth open and close, her voice warm and smooth, and then her face softened a little, and she nodded again and again: "That's good, that's good, mom doesn't move your things, don't worry, let's talk slowly .”

Yan Ji was still waiting to comfort her mother, Zhao Yunhe has already changed the topic in a panic, pointing to the lotus picture: "My daughter is really good at painting, this lotus and the leaves are really the same. I should have asked you to apply to the Academy of Fine Arts, maybe Now he is a great painter..."

Yan Ji interrupted with a smile: "Mom, what did you bring to eat? I'm hungry."

Zhao Yunhe put the lunch boxes on the coffee table as if offering treasures, and opened them one by one: "Scrambled eggs with tomato, meat stuffed with gluten, edamame rice noodle sauce. Here, there are also cold noodles."

Yan Ji tried to save face, and his nostrils fluttered exaggeratedly: "It smells so good, my mother is getting better and better, and it's only been half a year that her cooking skills are progressing rapidly. Uncle Zhou is lucky."

"Now there is a recipe on the phone, it's simple." Zhao Yunhe brushed her hair, "Go wash your face and brush your teeth and come eat."

Yan Ji responded: "Yes."

After Yan Ji walked into the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth, thinking of her mother waiting for her in the living room, she put down her eyebrow pencil and went into the kitchen to pour two glasses of water.

Zhao Yunhe took the glass: "Yan Ji, do you still remember Wang Xiaoping who used to buy North and South goods in the vegetable market? Your classmate got married during Chinese New Year and gave birth to twins two days ago."

"The color is delicious, it's better than those sold outside." Yan Ji stirred the cold noodles a few times, picked a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth, forcefully skipping the topic of Ms. Zhao Yunhe,

Zhao Yunhe looked at her daughter in a trance and recalled the past, and said with emotion: "Hey, I haven't gotten tired of eating for so many years, and I don't know if I was a northerner in my previous life."

Yan Ji smiled and didn't say anything, but caught a piece of gluten.

Selling vegetables is hard work, and I have to go to the wholesale market to pick up vegetables at four in the morning.Zhao Yunhe couldn't do it alone, Yan Ji was helping out at the vegetable market except for school time.

In order to earn a few extra dollars, Zhao Yunhe would wait for the last batch of off-duty workers to buy groceries and leave at night.When the mother and daughter went home pushing the tricycle, it was already past the time for dinner.Mother asked Yan Ji "what do you want to eat today", and she always answered noodles.

A roll of dried noodles costs [-] yuan, enough for two meals for the mother and daughter.

The boiling water in the soup pot boiled, and the hard noodles softened for a moment, leaving only water foam and thick smoke on the surface.Sprinkle a handful of yellowish vegetable leaves or sliced ​​wilted eggplants, or broken-skinned tomatoes or sprouting potatoes.There are always endless dishes for the vegetable sellers.The difficulty is that the butchers all have freezers, and it depends on luck to get a bargain.

Yan Ji doesn't like recalling the past very much, especially after paying off the student fund last year, there is nothing important to worry about.She deliberately glanced to the side, and asked, "Mom, this bag is pretty, did Uncle Zhou buy it for you?"

Zhao Yunhe took the bag and put it on her lap: "Hey, I told him no, how old am I, why do I need such a good bag. He insists on buying it, and it costs so much money."

Yan Ji laughed like tea leaves stretching in the water.She has sparse eyebrows and pale eyes, and she has the delicacy of a female student in an old school. Looking at anyone makes people feel gentle and sincere.

"It looks good, black is versatile and looks young. Uncle Zhou has such a good eye, no wonder he can fool my mother."

His stepfather is a serious and responsible man, Yan Ji is very happy for his mother to start a happy new life.

Zhao Yunhe pursed her lips and smiled: "Old Zhou said that you performed very well in the unit, and your leader praised you for being smart and hardworking. By the way, when will you treat your office colleagues to dinner?"

Yan Ji said: "Don't worry, the art team is hired from outside like me, and they all want to get acquainted with each other for extra points in the interview. I don't know the people in the planning office well, so even if I invite them, I won't be able to help. , wait until we can go in.”

Zhao Yunhe nodded again and again: "Okay, alas, I regret that I didn't let you apply to the Academy of Fine Arts, the professional counterpart will not be so troublesome..."

Yan Ji's heart was astringent, and he reassured his mother: "How can anyone know about the world's affairs earlier."

Before she finished speaking, the alarm clock on her mobile phone rang cheerfully - "Dingling, Dingling, Dingling."

Zhao Yunhe asked: "Are you busy?"

Yan Ji turned off the alarm clock, and the three of them ate cold noodles for two: "It's okay, I'm meeting a friend to watch a movie."

Zhao Yunhe frowned: "Who, men and women, some young people outside can't do it."

Yan Ji could only perfunctory: "Girl, girl."

"Oh, then you are busy. Mom is leaving first. When Lao Zhou is free the day after tomorrow, our family will have a meal together."

Yan Ji got up to send her mother away. Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away in the corridor, she put the leftovers into the refrigerator, then changed into her nightgown to tidy up her appearance, took her bag and changed her shoes and locked the door.When I went downstairs, I took away the garbage bag that the neighbor left by the door.

......

The bicycles from the high school days have aged and rusted, and they are rattling all the way with their own BGM.When he arrived at the place, Yan Ji turned over and got out of the car, locked the lock, and walked towards the Lightning Car Rental Company.

This point is the peak period of shift change, and there are seven or eight cars parked in front of the company.Zhao Xiaobing opened the door of the car and was playing with his mobile phone. When he saw Yan Ji coming over, he stood up abruptly and knocked his head on the roof of the car.

An embarrassment happened, Zhao Xiaobing was a little embarrassed.He bent down and took a bottle of Coke and handed it to Yan Ji: "Didn't I tell you yesterday that I bought it for you, why don't you drink it?"

Yan Ji smiled and said, "Lose weight."

Zhao Xiaobing was speechless for a while, and whispered to himself: "You girls lose weight all day long, and you are not fat..."

Yan Ji put the small backpack into the storage slot of the car door: "Is your dad feeling better?"

"It's much better." Zhao Xiaobing held the soda bottle and wanted to chatter, but when he saw Yan Ji got into the car, he could only say, "Then I'll go to the hospital first, you should pay attention to safety."

"Ok."

Yan Ji and Zhao Xiaobing were running the airport line, specially picking up passengers from the airport to the city.The small airport has few flights and few customers, but the business is not bad.Because it is built between the two cities, the wilderness is far away, and the airport bus only runs 5 times a day, and it ends at 6 pm at the latest.

Yan Ji didn't tell his mother that he was driving the night bus. For parents, girls are not suitable for this job.

Yan Ji himself quite liked it.

The guests on the late flight are all kinds of people, how tired and vigilant they are, and they are eager to return to their homes and hotels, so they don't need to bother to deal with them.

The car drove out of the urban area, and the scenery on both sides gradually opened up.The large cornfields are green and rippling, and the villages dotted in it are leisurely and quiet.

Yan Ji took two passengers to the city, and on the way back to the airport, it was already dark.In the night sky in the suburbs, a few stars can be seen twinkling, looming, seemingly absent.

"save!"

There was a sudden sound, which exploded in Yan Ji's ears like thunder, and she straightened her back suddenly.

It was pitch black beyond the headlights, and the person calling for help could not be seen.Then try to identify the direction of the voice, only to feel that it is ethereal as if it is far away in the sky, and Yan Ji's hairs stand on end when he hears it.

"Help me... who... help me..."

The cries for help became louder and louder like rolling snow in his mind, and Yan Ji, who was so noisy, had a splitting headache and could barely hold the steering wheel.

"Yan Ji? Don't... send the letter to..."

"—Bah!" Yan Ji slammed on the brakes, and with a harsh friction sound, the tires rubbed against the asphalt and stopped.Yan Ji was severely strangled by the seat belt, and threw himself on the steering wheel.

The car's air conditioner was blowing cold air, but Yan Ji's forehead was dripping with sweat.She gasped for a moment to gather her composure, and found that she deviated from the Airport Avenue and drove into the cement path next to her.

This path branched out from the airport road like a branch, sandwiched between the cornfields, and stretched forward without knowing where to go.What is even more troublesome is that this road can only accommodate one car, and there is no way to turn around.

The sound is gone.

Yan Ji hesitated a little and got out of the car. There was no one around, and even the shadows under his feet shrank into a ball.

Yan Ji was in a daze, not sure if he was sick or sleepy and dreaming.

The night wind blows, and the cornfields on both sides undulate and sway, rustling.The cool night wind blows away the stuffy air, slightly alleviating Yan Ji's uneasiness.

She looked around, and there was no abnormality in the concrete path illuminated by the headlights of the car, but on both sides, because of the cover of a large and regular cornfield, she could only see the base station tower standing in the distance, like a silent giant standing in the night.

When her eyes touched the iron tower of the base station, Yan Ji's heart beat fast, and she faintly felt that something was wrong, and before she had time to think about it, she heard a strange noise——

"flap!"

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