That morning.
Li Weize was having breakfast behind the cash register when the landline suddenly rang.
He answered it, and an old voice came from the inside.
"Baby, have you got home yet?"
Li Weize was taken aback, hastily answering, "Grandpa, it's me. Mom hasn't returned yet, what happened?"
There was silence on the other end for a while, and the old man's voice noticeably cooled down.
"Oh, it's you. Your mom took the train back home last night. Tell her to contact me when she gets home."
"Alright, Grandpa, your health lately..."
The busy tone of the phone hanging up resounded.
The words he intended to say stuck in his throat. He put down the phone in silence, pursed his lips, and returned to his seat at the cash register.
*
Li Weize was born on Chinese New Year's Eve many years ago.
