Remember that summer.
She was twelve years old.
In the evening...
"Ring… Ring..."
The piercing sound of the phone, one ring after another, suddenly rang out.
Like a death knell echoing through the living room.
"Who is it? Calling at this time?"
Xu Jiaohong, busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, complained before quickly turning off the stove.
Then she wiped her hands and walked into the living room.
She picked up the phone from her bag.
Connected!
She asked puzzlingly, "Hello, Zhicheng, what's the matter?"
On the other end, Wang Zhiheng's voice came out, unusually anxious, sad, and a bit trembling, "Sister-in-law, Director Ge... he... had an accident. He's now being rescued in the emergency room at the People's First Hospital. The situation is not optimistic. You should come quickly and try... try to see him one last time..."
With a "clatter"...
The phone slipped from her hand to the ground.
"Impossible... That's impossible..."
