Quick time travel: The system wants me to save the sick girl

After Lu Yan stopped what he was doing, he slowly walked to the bed and sat down. He said into the phone: "Dad, what's the matter?"

A calm and calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Come back for a meal on the weekend." This sentence was said casually, as if he was just informing Lu Yan to go home for dinner, without asking if he was free. Or if you want to.

After Lu Yan heard his father's words, he was silent for a moment and did not respond immediately.

He couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart. Has the relationship between them become so cold?

'System, how come the relationship between us has become so cold? ' Lu Yan asked silently in his heart.

'Yes, since you went to college, you have basically lost contact with your family and rarely take the initiative to call or send messages to your family. 'The system's answer made Lu Yan feel guilty.

Perhaps because Lu Yan didn't respond for a long time, the other party's voice came from the receiver again: "Hey, are you listening?"

Lu Yan came to his senses and quickly replied: "I'm listening."

"Well, in that case, let's make an agreement. Remember to make time on weekends and wait for you to come back." After saying that, his father hung up the phone.

Lu Yan looked at the phone screen helplessly, feeling a little irritated and impatient.

He didn't understand why some parents were always like this, always talking to their children in a commanding tone, without caring about their feelings.

Lu Yan sighed and threw the phone aside.

He stood up and paced around the room, thinking about what to do about the weekend meal.

After all, the relationship between him and his father has been estranged for a long time, and this meeting may not be easy.

At this time, the system's voice sounded again: "Maybe this is an opportunity to improve your relationship."

Lu Yan's heart moved, thinking that the system was right, saying that he might not be able to change the relationship between them.

Lu Yan thought about trying to improve his relationship with his father.

He began to wait for the weekend meal and thought about what his father wanted to talk to him about.

However, as the weekend approached, his inner nervousness grew.

At the weekend, Lu Yan carried his things to the door of his house, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

After their father opened the door, the two looked at each other, but neither one spoke first. It was his father who broke the silence, "Come in." At the dinner table, their conversation was a little awkward at first, but Lu Yan got to the point and the atmosphere eased.

When talking about Lu Yan's college life, his father showed a little interest, and Lu Yan also shared some interesting experiences.

Afterwards, Lu Yan talked about his future career plans. He said that he wanted to work in game development.

My father frowned slightly, "Game development? What's the point of this?"

Lu Yan felt disappointed for a while, but he patiently explained, "The gaming industry is developing very well now and has great potential."

The father was silent for a while, "I still hope you can find a more stable job."

"But this is my dream, and I don't want to give up." Lu Yan said, "No matter what happens in the future, I can accept it."

The two people had differences of opinion, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At this moment, Lu Yan's mother came out of the kitchen carrying dishes, "Okay, don't talk about these unhappy things, and hurry up and eat."

Lu Yan fell silent, and the atmosphere at the dinner table that had gradually eased suddenly became cold again, as if it was suddenly frozen, and the whole scene became extremely awkward and depressing.

Lu Yan stopped speaking, as if his voice had been swallowed up in the silence.

He lowered his head silently and played with the food in the bowl unconsciously with the chopsticks in his hands, but in fact he had already lost his appetite.

His eyes were looking at his rice bowl, as if his thoughts had drifted far away, completely immersed in his own world.

Meanwhile, his father fell silent. There was a look of helplessness and worry on the father's face. He looked at his son, his heart was full of concern, but he didn't know how to speak.

He tried to break the suffocating silence, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he could not speak easily.

Time passed by, and the two people at the dinner table remained silent.

The silence was unsettling, as if there was an invisible pressure hanging over them from which they could not escape. Finally, my father sighed softly and broke the deadlock.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." His father's voice contained a hint of helplessness, but at the same time he also revealed some hope.

Lu Yan raised his head slightly and glanced at his father, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

However, he just moved his lips without making any sound. Then he lowered his head and continued to be immersed in his own thoughts.

The last meal was not pleasant, everyone was silent, the atmosphere was extremely awkward, and they finally broke up.

Lu Yan watched all this silently and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Although the material conditions of this home were pretty good, it lacked a warm and harmonious family atmosphere.

Because of this, after he began to live independently after graduating from college and had his own financial resources, his contact with his family gradually decreased.

Perhaps it is because of the long-term alienation that the feelings between each other have become indifferent; or perhaps because of the differences in growing environment, the differences in concepts are getting bigger and bigger.

In short, it is now difficult for Lu Yan to be as close to his family and talk about everything as he was when he was a child.

Nowadays, he is more like a bystander, looking at this familiar yet strange home, his heart is full of helplessness and regret.

In the back of his mind, the once beautiful family atmosphere emerged before his eyes like a warm picture.

However, as the years passed, everything seemed to have quietly changed. Why is this happening? He couldn't help but fall into deep thinking.

Lu Yan decided to leave this place now. He really didn't want to spend the night here.

Just one meal made him feel so depressed and suffocated.

If he stayed one more night, I'm afraid he would really be tortured by endless depression and be out of breath.

So, he turned around and left, planning to return to the school dormitory.

Lu Yan returned to the dormitory, still in a bad mood.

He lay quietly on the soft bed, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling above, silently wondering if Song Bo was back.

It has been a long time since he left after hurriedly answering the phone last time, but he has not met him again or received any news.

"Is it possible that he disappeared? Why is there no trace of him? I originally wanted to ask him to go out for a walk together." Lu Yan murmured to himself, with a hint of doubt in his words.