The next day, Mid-Autumn Festival. Near noon, the sun was radiant.
"Ring-ring-ring—ring-ring—ring———"
A sharp, piercing phone ring startled Tian Sangsang, who had been resting on the sofa with her eyes closed.
She stood up doubtfully, one hand supporting her belly, and went to answer the phone. The house had a phone installed, but it rarely rang. After all, people didn't use phones much in these days.
She put the receiver to her ear, and it was her uncle's voice. Tian Sangsang: "Uncle?"
Was he calling to ask them to come over? Weren't they supposed to head over in the evening?
Her uncle said a few brief sentences, and suddenly Tian Sangsang's expression changed. Her breathing quickly became quieter and quieter.
The living room fell silent, so silent that even the sound of breathing vanished.
She abruptly turned around, wanting to call for Jiang Jinghuai. He had already walked out of the kitchen, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
