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Chapter 294 Even with gray hair, he is still a child in the eyes of his mother

After Lin Jin's death, how did Xie Zhe-nian live?

Lin Jin doesn't know if his Brother Zhe Nian has been doing well these years, but now, what she knows is that at least Xie Zhe Nian's memory is wrong.

There was a faint guess in Lin Jin's heart. Thinking of that possibility, she couldn't hide her sobs.

"Ah Jin, why are you crying? Are you still angry about my smoking? I can really guarantee that I won't smoke in the future."

"I didn't cry, I believed in you, Brother Zhe Nian, I believed in you."

Xie Zhenian nodded, "Just trust me." But Ajin did cry, and he did hear that.

Even if it's across the phone, how could Xie Zhennian, who loves Lin Jin, not be able to hear something wrong in Lin Jin's voice.

"Then, Ajin, when will you come back? I miss you, miss you very much..."

When Xie Muzhen and his wife found this place at the same time according to the guidance of passers-by, they heard these words.

Hibiscus...

Xie Mujin knew that it was the name of his deceased mother, and his father used to call his mother that way before.

The hibiscus in his name is the hibiscus of Lin Jin in his mother's name.

Only now his dad...

"Look here." Xie Mujin's wife pointed to the words printed on the phone booth.

Xie Mujin looked in the direction her finger was pointing at...

A call from heaven, a call to the soul of a missed person or animal separated by yin and yang...

Xie Muzhen's heart was instantly as if being pricked by a needle, it didn't hurt very much, but it also felt sad.

There is a yin and yang distance from Dad, and the person Dad misses the most, besides the deceased mother, who else can be.

That's why Dad held the phone and called A Jin's name.

but……

Xie Mujin didn't know when a telephone booth was built here, and he didn't know who built this telephone booth, but it can make people communicate with the souls of people or animals separated by yin and yang, this, this is too absurd.

Xie Mujin, who has always been a materialist, does not believe in these things.

Therefore, the old father entered this phone booth because he wanted to talk to his dead mother. However, this is a fake, a lie. There must be no sound at the end of the microphone he is holding.

Thinking of this level, Xie Mujin felt sad and sad again.

He has always believed in materialism, but at this moment he hopes that metaphysics and souls exist, and he hopes that the words printed on this phone booth are true, so that the old father can at least hear the words "from heaven" even if he can't see his mother. The phone call, listen to the mother's voice, the turbulent longing, there will be a place to put it.

"Ah Jin, when are you coming back? Where are you? If you tell me, I'll pick you up right now."

Hearing the old father kept calling his mother's name into the microphone, and asking to bring his mother back, Xie Muzhen's heart was touched, his eyes were red, and tears were about to flow away.

He went straight into the phone booth and snatched the phone from the old father's hand.

"Dad, let's go back, this is fake, mom is gone, she..."

"What's the matter with you, old man? Why did you rob me of my phone? I still have to talk to my wife. Hurry up and give me the phone, or even if you are an old man, I won't be polite and show no mercy." Xie Zhe-nian, who took the microphone, was in a hurry, and he stepped forward to fight for the phone with Xie Muzhen, his face was full of anger, and he seemed to want to desperately fight with Xie Muzhen.

"Dad, can you be sober, Mom is gone, this call is a lie, maybe there is no sound at all..."

"Jinbao..."

Just as Xie Muzhen finished speaking with his old father, he suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice that was almost etched into his soul.

Jinbao, in this world, there is only one woman who can call him Jinbao, and that is his mother.

Xie Mujin remembered that when he was young, his health was not very good, and when he was sick and uncomfortable and couldn't sleep, his mother would always hug him, call him Jinbao, and coax him to sleep.

Those good memories of childhood, even after decades, Xie Mujin still did not forget.

"Mom? Is that you?" Xie Mujin couldn't help but asked, looking around, but didn't see her mother.

He couldn't help but smile.

What's wrong with him, is he also having auditory hallucinations like Dad?

"Jinbao."

At this moment, Xie Mujin heard the familiar voice again, and he was sure that he really heard it.

Finally, he looked at the microphone in his hand in the direction of the voice, a look of shock flashed across his eyes, and he had a vague guess in his heart.

Could it be, could this be...

Just when Xie Mujin was about to bring the microphone to her ear, Xie Zhenian snatched the microphone away.

Xie Zhenian took the microphone, moved away from Xie Muzhen, and looked at him defensively, with a bad expression on his face.

Xie Zhenian handed the microphone to his ear.

"Well, an old man snatched my phone, I don't know what happened, what, you want to talk to him? Why are you talking to an old man, A Jin, just talk to me... okay, okay Well, then I'll give him the phone, at most 2 minutes, no more."

Xie Zhenian reluctantly stretched the microphone forward, and glared at Xie Mujin, "Ah Jinn wants to talk to you, and he can only talk for 2 minutes at most, I will keep time!"

Xie Mujin was in shock and guessed at this time, how could she control so much.

He took the microphone over and put it to his ear.

As soon as he put the microphone to his ear, a gentle and kind female voice came in.

"Jinbao, it's mom."

He also clearly heard the familiar calling from his mother again.

Even if he didn't see anyone, the voice, the tone of the call, was already familiar to the bone marrow. It's been decades. How could Xie Mujin hear it wrong.

"Mom..." Xie Mujin couldn't help calling out.

"Hey, mom is here."

This response directly made Xie Mujin cry.

In the first few years when her mother passed away, especially the first year, Xie Mujin would habitually call her mother inadvertently at home.

Sometimes I didn't get a response, and I yelled twice, three times.

Xie Mujin didn't realize suddenly that her mother had passed away until she shouted many times and got no response.

No matter how many times he called, he still couldn't get a response from his mother.

He no longer has a mother.

But now, after many years, hearing her mother's response again, Xie Mujin couldn't bear it, and tears poured down her face.

He held the microphone tightly, weeping uncontrollably, "Mom, I miss you."

"I miss you, dad misses you, little sister misses you, all your grandchildren miss you."

"Mother……"

"Hey, I know, mom knows it all, you are all good, and mom misses you too, mom's Jinbao, she has always been a very, very good child."

Xie Mujin, who is almost 60 years old, is crying, no matter how old he is, he is only a child with his mother.

Even with gray hair and wrinkles on his face, in the eyes of his mother, he is still his child, a child with mother's love and care.

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