Early the next morning, the car was approaching Changsha. I opened the curtains on the car window and looked at the scenery outside the window.
Ye Ye got in front of me, leaned against me, and looked out the window: Uncle, how about I leave my father's phone number with you.
Me: It's useless to keep it.
Ye Ye: Why?
I leaned into her ear and said: Because your father won't let you answer my call.
Ye Ye said nothing, she must also think what I said makes sense.
After a moment of silence, Ye Ye said again: You said it would be better if the train arrived the day after tomorrow, or if it took a week to arrive.
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