The Blood Hourglass

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I stood there for a long time at the entrance of the hall, maybe I was thinking about something, maybe I just didn't know what to think. When I wake up, I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't care how long it has passed. I just closed the door calmly and walked into the hall.

When I put down my schoolbag and sat on the sofa regularly, I suddenly didn't know what to do. At this time in the past, we usually waited for Dad to prepare dinner, or had already started eating dinner, although at that time we were just sitting and eating, and we rarely talked or talked about it. But that kind of peace is so comfortable and so reassuring.

But now, Dad is away, what should I do? I kept asking this question in my mind.

"Tomorrow's breakfast and lunch have been prepared, put them in the refrigerator, you can eat it by yourself in the morning." I suddenly remembered the words my father said to me before going out in the early hours of the day before.

Are they still in the refrigerator? I just take them out and heat them up. Thinking about this, I just took a portion out of the refrigerator, whether it was breakfast or lunch, and put it on the electric stove to heat it up. Fortunately, I can still cook the little thing. Next, just like when my father was there, I served a cup of black tea and sat on the sofa in the hall to taste it slowly while waiting for the dinner to be "cooked". . . .

I really want to say, waiting for my dad to come back, but there is a strange feeling that keeps telling me that he will never come back, and my dad will never come back, so from then on I am not going back to being alone again At that time, but I don’t want to go back to the time when I couldn’t hear anyone talking, and when I didn’t hear anything, I suddenly felt a sense of fear. I felt a sharp pain in the center of my heart. I hurriedly covered my chest with my right hand, but the pain was fleeting. .

Is this an illusion? But why do I still have illusions? Maybe it really is that I am becoming more and more like a person, eating, sleeping, going to school, and living things that would happen to a normal human being, one by one happened to me, and now I have delusions.

"Sizzle!" The small pot on the electric stove made such a rushing sound. I think it's because dinner is already hot! I hurriedly put down the cup in my hand, ran into the kitchen and turned off the electric stove. When I opened the lid of the pot, there was a lot of heat gushing out of it. It was very fragrant, but it was a bit burnt. Maybe it was because the water was less when the rice was heated, but overall it was not bad. After all, I am still the first I used something like a pot once, but fortunately, I saw my mother cook it several times before, otherwise it would be miserable now. So, I filled a bowl of rice in a bowl, and one person took some hot dishes in the same pot and ate it with relish. Maybe it’s something you’ve done yourself, so it tastes particularly delicious. By the time I finished dinner, it was almost eight o'clock after washing the dishes, but there was no movement outside the door, and my father still did not come back.

Forget it, maybe this time it's like that day. Dad just came back later. I was so expecting to return to the sofa, sitting still and drinking the cold black tea, and kept waiting. One minute, ten kinds, half an hour, one hour, two hours, three hours, five hours, five full hours passed, but I was the only person in the hall, sitting there and waiting quietly. But the heart is completely cold, and there is no warmth like being frozen.

Dad won't come back again, maybe he doesn't want to take care of me, a girl who knows nothing!

But I don't believe that Dad will definitely not leave me behind, because he said he lives for me, and I am his life! Without me, he would have nothing, so I believe he would never want me, unless something happened to him and he couldn't help it.

By the way, something must have happened to him, there is no way to come back, not want to come back, so as long as I find him. . .

Thinking of this, I suddenly stood up and ran to the bedroom upstairs, because I had decided to sleep well today, and when it dawned tomorrow, I would immediately set out to find Dad, no matter where he was or what happened, just He is still alive, so I must bring him back so that we can go back to the past. A loving father and an obedient daughter, the two depend on each other for the rest of their lives.

With hope, I soon fell asleep. It may be because of thinking too much in the past day, and the brain is tired, so my dream is blank, but I slept fairly well. It was half past eight when I woke up. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, washed my face, and put on my usual clothes. Because I didn't plan to go to school today, I didn't need to wear school uniforms anymore. I just went out in a hurry.

Although the weather is still not very good, the birds on both sides of the ancient road at this time are constantly singing, which sounds very pleasant. I walked with great enthusiasm step by step, because there is hope, so the whole person looks so energetic and energetic. Now I finally understand what people often say: "Spirit determines everything."

I knew where Dad’s company was, so I got on the bus that Dad used to take. After five stops, I arrived at the company’s gate. This is a big company building, I don't know where all the departments my father works. So I want to ask someone casually, maybe someone just knows his dad. This is exactly the time for work. There is a lot of people at the door, but everyone is in a hurry. I can't even talk about it, and I have been thrown away.

Everyone entered the building at once, and I was the only one standing there stupidly at the door. It seems that now I have to enter the building to find it by myself. Thinking about it this way, I walked towards the building, but at this moment, a security guard came out and stopped me, signaling that I should not enter casually.

"Do you know Lin Youcheng?" I can only stand in front of the security guard and ask.

"I don't know, go, go!" The security urged me to leave, afraid that I would cause him any trouble.

"But I need to find my father." I don't want to give up this last hope.

"I said I didn't know him, go! Go!" The security guard kept driving me away.

"Xiao'an, what's the matter?" a voice suddenly came from behind me from far and near. The sound was familiar. Of course, when I turned my head and looked at it, I saw that a black big Ben had already entered the door. The black glass on the window covered everything in the car. The distance made it impossible to see clearly.

"President, a little girl said to look for her father. I said I didn't know him, but she just refused to leave." When the car parked beside us, the security guard must respectfully replied.

"President, why is his voice so familiar?" I thought lonely in my heart.

"Jing'er, why did you come here?" The window moved down, a familiar face accompanied by that familiar tone asked.

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