I am in Antarctica yearning for your North Star (21)

  She is not a freeloader and does not want to be one either.

  Duan Chenliang helplessly glanced at Lucas Yang, then grasped his phone and strode away.

  This made Lucy Yang, who was not mentally prepared, panic. She looked around, but everywhere was pitch black, the barking of dogs sounded like a urgent summons to the soul, she had to admit that she was afraid in her heart, and ran after the boy, closely following behind him.

  "Yang Yang... Yang Yang... where are you? Yang Yang..." The voice grew clearer and the alleyway brighter, making Lu Xi Yang increasingly anxious, as if he would run into his mother at any moment.

  Suddenly, Duan Chenliang stopped in his tracks, and Lucy Yang, who had been walking with her head down, bumped into his back. She rubbed her forehead in pain, and when she looked up, she met Duan Chenliang's calm and profound gaze. In that moment, she faintly saw a flash of a smile in his eyes, which seemed to have a victorious tone, yet also a sense of relief.

  What's with the look? What does it mean?

  Lucy Yang looked at Duan Chenliang in confusion, but Duan Chenliang said to her in a rare gentle tone: "The only free hotel is home."

  After finishing speaking, he inserted his hands into his pockets and walked away coolly in another direction.

  He just left her here like that, and as he watched the receding back, Lucas suddenly felt that he was also too ruthless. He said to leave and then left, said to come and then came.

  But he can still bring her food, isn't that enough?

  No wonder people often say that everyone is greedy.

  Lucy Yang's greed is more like a luxury, a kind of luxury that knows it's out of reach but still holds onto luck. After all, the North Star is so far away from oneself, how can it be easily plucked?

  Lucy Yang reluctantly withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at the gradually disappearing back. When she lowered her eyes, she inadvertently discovered a small camera card on the ground. The camera was very compact, with a silver body and nothing special about it. Lucy Yang picked it up in confusion, and when she held the camera in her hand, the scene of her first conversation with Duan Chenliang at the stadium appeared in her mind.

  At that time, the dusk was just right, the breeze was just right, and everything went so smoothly. At that time, Duan Chenliang's hand held this card camera. It was his thing, something he had dropped.

  "Hey, your camera..." Lucy Yang shouted at the back of the figure that had already become a small black dot, but got no response. Instead, she heard a thick nasal sound floating into her eardrum: "Yang Yang..."

  Lucy Yang was taken aback for a moment, then slowly straightened up her body and turned around incredulously.

  At this moment, she saw the woman standing not far away, with disheveled hair and similar facial features to hers. The woman's lips were trembling slightly, her moist eyes filled with sadness and fatigue. She could tell that the woman had been standing behind her for a long time.

  The free inn is just home.

  Lucy Yang suddenly realized that Duan Chenliang had deliberately brought her in front of the mother who was searching for her.

  She had been hesitant in front of him for so long, although she didn't say anything, he still saw through her thoughts and knew that she wanted to borrow money to stay in a hotel.

  Lucy Yang looked at the person in front of her, silently reciting "mom" in her heart, and tears welled up from the bottom of her eyes.

  "Yang Yang...... Yang Yang......" Her mother's hoarse voice was like a thorn, slowly rotating into her heart, the deeper it rotated, the more painful it became.

  Lucy stood still on the wooden floor, her eyes drifting aimlessly, her two arms hanging weakly down, as if a gust of wind would blow and she would disappear.

  However, before the storm had begun, her mother had already tottered forward and swept her into a tight embrace.

  Tears fell on her shoulders, wet and uncomfortable. The sound of her mother's sobbing was in her ears. She felt a little flattered and surprised, crying while complaining. If you're so disgusted with me being a burden, then don't come looking for me. Why do you have to use fake tears to buy me off? Let me die, let me disappear forever from your sight.

  Of course, Luke Yang didn't say these words out loud.

  She always imagined herself bravely pouring out all those words in her heart, and fiercely slapping them onto the face of the person who made her sad and desperate, but every time she really wanted to speak up, she choked.

  Some words can only be hidden in the depths of one's heart forever.

  If lucky, they will fade away with time and be replaced by another kind of happiness called "it's okay that it wasn't said".

  If unfortunately, they will also swell with time, like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, making you feel suffocated and having no way to vent.

  However, Lucy Yang never thought she was lucky enough.

  During the holidays, her parents still quarreled as usual, and their daily life was no different from before. However, she had accumulated more and more unspeakable words in her heart, which made her feel suffocated.

  Anyway, Lucy Yang remained consistent in her silence and calmness, like a deserted little beast, quietly hiding in the corner to watch the outside world.

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  It's 1 o'clock in the morning now. By the time you see this update, it will be at least 9 o'clock in the morning. Should I say goodnight or goodmorning to you?

  Good morning, hehe.

  The update time tomorrow is 9:30 am.