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Chapter 39 He May Not Go Back

"Ah Liang, last time you said you were coming back, where are you now?"

He still didn't dare to make a video call, but only heard his father's slightly vicissitudes voice coming from the other end of the optical brain. Hearing his father's voice, An Liang felt a little melancholy, and his eyes blushed uncontrollably.

He covered his mouth with one hand, and his voice was a little choked: "Dad, I've been delayed for something, and I may not be able to go back recently."

"You child, you leave as soon as you say, without telling me or your mother, which made us worry for a long time. After finally waiting for your news, you didn't contact us again."

Anliang often runs outside, and the optical brain is often in a state of no signal. They want to get in touch but often can't get in touch. They can only wait for him to take the initiative to contact themselves.

Father An wasn't complaining, it was just a normal grumbling between father and son, "I asked you what you were doing outside, but you didn't tell us, forget it, forget it, you have grown up, and Dad can't control you anymore. If you have nothing to do, contact us more, your mother thinks that you can't eat well and sleep well, and you have lost a lot of weight."

An Liang resisted the urge to cry, took a deep breath, and tried hard to stabilize his emotions.

"I got it, Dad. Don't worry. I'm fine now. I found a decent job outside. When I make money, I'll buy you a big house to live in."

Although he didn't know if he would be able to go back, but to give them a thought, let them have something to look forward to, if he failed to go back, they would not lose hope in life.

"Mom and Dad don't want a big house, as long as you are safe and sound. When you come back, our family will be reunited, and your mother will feel at ease."

"Well, I see, I... will go back."

Turning off the call, An Liang couldn't bear it any longer, buried his face in his arms, and began to cry in a muffled voice.

He may... never go back for the rest of his life.

There was only a signal near the management room, and An Liang tried to stay as far away as possible, but Si Nai's hearing was excellent. Hearing the intermittent crying from outside, he suddenly felt that the food in front of him was not tasty.

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People in other districts sit and eat every day, and the stored nutrients will soon be gone. The leaders even take their newly recruited younger brothers to other districts to grab food. There are often wars between districts.

Those who are weak and can only depend on others have tragically become victims of these struggles.

Nearly [-] people, in the past few days, have lost nearly half of them.

Tan Biao still leads people to guard the wall of the third district every day, and uses the binoculars given by Si Nai to check the situation in the distance. When he sees someone fighting again, he shakes his head helplessly and sadly.

"I really don't know what these people think. Shouldn't our real enemy be the master of this planet?"

An Liang sat on the ground with his back leaning against the fence, and couldn't help laughing bitterly when he heard the words: "Even if we die sooner or later, this is our fate, isn't it?"

Tan Biao was a little surprised. He put away the binoculars and looked seriously at the decadent-looking person sitting on the ground.

"Anliang, what's the matter with you recently? It seems that you are not in a good state."

An Liang lowered his head and waved his hands feebly, motioning him not to ask.

In the past two days, he has been contacting Ling Yan almost whenever he has time, but it is no surprise that there has been no signal there.

Did he abandon them and not plan to come back, or has something happened?

He didn't dare to think deeply, but as soon as he was free, he couldn't control himself, his mind was full of these questions.

But he couldn't tell others yet, for fear of causing unnecessary commotion.

When someone asked, he still had to be patient and appease them so that no one would see the clue.

His nerves were tense all the time, and he was about to collapse.

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(End of this chapter)