MTL - How Are You Guys Getting Boyfriends While Gaming-Chapter 99 where is your family

Yu Qinghuan rushed into the clinic and was startled by the old doctor who was in the clinic. He pushed the reading glasses and asked, "What's the matter, young man, I lost my wallet?"

Yu Qinghuan ran out of breath and was speechless and could only shake his head. He looked around and found that there was only one doctor left in the clinic.

Seeing him looking around, the old doctor suddenly thought of something and said, "The boy has been picked up by his mother."

Yu Qinghuan paused, his voice trembling, and he didn't know if it was because of the sprint just now: "His mother, is she wearing a red cotton jacket with a ponytail?"

The old doctor said, "Yes! Yes, that's right!"

Yu Qinghuan shook his body and supported the table beside him.

The old doctor: "Oh, what's the matter with you, boy?"

Yu Qinghuan waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm leaving."

Yu Qinghuan walked out of the clinic, stood beside the bus stop for a long time, and then took out his mobile phone.

In the phone call records, there was a record of the little boy calling his mother just now. Yu Qinghuan stared at the number for a long time, and silently saved it.

Yu Qinghuan returned to the team base in a trance, and even forgot to take the access card, he directly reached out to pull the door.

The glass door of the team base actually opened for him. It seems that the assistant did not call anyone to repair the door today.

Yu Qinghuan returned to his room, sat beside the bed and took out his mobile phone, staring at the phone number he had just saved, recalling over and over the woman he saw on the bus.

Although Yu Qinghuan also found it very unbelievable, he did not see it wrong.

That's Mama Yu.

It was the mother who had never been in contact with him in years.

Yu Qinghuan dug out the number Yu's mother had left him, and pressed the call with trembling hands.

After a short warm-up, there is a cold tone, repeating the phrase 'Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. ’

For a moment, Yu Qinghuan seemed to return to the time when he was squatting at the door of the hospital to make a phone call. In the dim hospital corridor, the wind was blowing through the hall. He sat in front of the door of the ward, sad and almost desperate.

Yu Qinghuan hung up the phone and slowly wrapped his hands around his head.

But if the woman was really his mother, what happened to the boy about twelve years old?

During the night's training, Yu Qinghuan suppressed all the bad thoughts in his heart, and acted like no one else, chatting and laughing with his teammates.

There were no important competitions in the near future, and the training was not very intense. It ended at eight o'clock. Yu Qinghuan felt uncomfortable and wanted to go back to rest earlier. After packing up the peripherals, he said goodbye to everyone.

Ren Jian frowned, reached out and touched Yu Qinghuan's forehead to see if he had a fever: "Are you sick?"

"Ah? No." Yu Qinghuan replied.

Ren Jian said: "You are training today, and your words are much less than before."

The other four of the TKOW team were stunned.

During the 40-minute training match just now, Yu Qinghuan was talking for 20 minutes. Even now, he still felt that he spoke less than before.

"Ah? Am I talking less? I'm not sick, don't worry." Yu Qinghuan said.

"Well..." Ren Jian actually didn't believe it, but Yu Qinghuan really didn't look like he was sick, so he had to nod his head and warned, "I have something to tell me."

"Okay." Yu Qinghuan lowered his eyes.

After training, he returned to his room. It was still early, only eight o'clock. Yu Qinghuan seemed to have mustered up some courage. He hesitated for a while with his mobile phone, and then dialed the number saved yesterday.

The phone was dialed, and there was a waiting 'beep' sound.

With every 'beep', Yu Qinghuan's heart tightened.

After a while, the call was connected, and a woman's voice came: "Hello? Hello? Who is it?"

Yu Qinghuan's head suddenly went blank, and the greeting he had prepared was completely forgotten by him.

This is his mother's voice.

"Hello?" On the other end of the phone, he began to get impatient because he couldn't get a response for a long time.

Seeing that the phone was about to be hung up, Yu Qinghuan hurriedly said, "Hey, you, hello..."

"You are?"

"I... Excuse me, you, can you hear my voice?" Yu Qinghuan choked a little, he slowed down and restrained the trembling in his voice.

"What, liar?"

"I'm Yu Qinghuan." Yu Qinghuan shouted abruptly because he was worried about being hung up.

Then there was silence, a silence so long that it was suffocating.

After that, Mother Yu called out hesitantly: "What? Qing, Qing Huan? Is it really you? Really? But, how did you know my phone number?"

Yu Qinghuan took a few deep breaths and told Mother Yu what happened today.

It was silence again, as if only hiding behind the silence could cover up all the gaffes.

"Can we meet tomorrow?" Yu Qinghuan asked cautiously.

"I..." Yu's mother's voice was still hesitant, "Okay."

Hanging up the phone, for some reason, Yu Qinghuan was not happy, but rather anxious. He always felt that by doing so, he was slowly breaking something, as if it was an illusion that would not have become cruel.

That night, Yu Qinghuan had a very long dream.

He dreamed that when he was a child, his mother sat by his bed and told him bedtime stories gently.

He dreamed that in the second year of high school, the third month after Yu's mother left, the head teacher called himself to the office and said to him, "yesterday your mother came to school quietly and asked about your current situation."

He dreamed of the university, he was squatting at the door of the ward, calling the phone that couldn't get through again and again.

In the end, Yu Qinghuan dreamed that one day when he graduated from high school, he and his classmates went to the playground to play. The person in charge of the bungee jumping project chased him and asked the parents of the life safety guarantee to sign.

Yu Qinghuan kept explaining that his parents couldn't sign, kept retreating, and finally accidentally fell off the bungee platform.

He fell heavily to the ground, looked up with difficulty, and found that he was already lying on the hospital bed. A doctor in a white coat stood beside the bed and began to chant, with a very permeating voice: "Who is the critical illness notice? Come to sign? Where are your parents? What about your family? Who can sign?"

"No one signed your critical illness notice."

"Where are your parents?"

"No one signed it."

"No family."