He brought the phone over, but his eyes could no longer see clearly.
He thought he was too tired.
He put the phone back on the nightstand.
The moment he set it down, he lost all sensation.
He had no idea how much time passed.
In his haze, he felt someone come in.
Two people.
Wang Xiaoliang wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt so heavy they hardly seemed his own. The shadows shifted, one tall and one short. He recognized Wang Keqin and Zhao Xiuqin.
His father, Wang Keqin, was smiling, just as he had the day Wang Xiaoliang got into Jiang University.
His mother, Zhao Xiuqin, was crying, wiping away tears and muttering something he couldn't make out.
He wanted to call out to his mother. His mouth opened a little, but his tongue wouldn't obey, and his throat felt blocked.
The shadows shifted again. No, they weren't his parents. He'd seen wrong.
It was Song Yi.
Song Yi stood at the foot of the bed in the white training outfit he often wore, smiling just as he always did.
"Xiaoliang, come back to campus and keep running the supermarket. I think you're still the best person for the job."
He nodded desperately. Yes, he wanted to go, he wanted to. He really liked running the supermarket.
His lips moved for ages, but not a single word came out.
Song Yi watched him for a while, nodded, then turned and left.
His retreating figure flickered and vanished.
The door opened again.
Zhou Qiang strode in, looking just as he always had, his skin tanned dark, his grin revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Xiaoliang, I'm back! It's time. Hurry up and get out of bed. The three of us brothers are going to make something big