Chapter 7: I'm a big guy

Mr. Wen happily took Wen home, then took out his cell phone and sent a message in the WeChat family group.

[I don’t care what you have to do tonight, I will turn it off. I have important things to notify you!]

[Today, I found my sister! That is your little aunt!]

"Wen Yunhuai" moves you out of the group chat

Before Mr. Wen's third message was edited, he saw the system prompt and his face turned pale when he was so angry that he looked astonished.

This brat!

Wenjiu, who was sitting opposite him, was also playing with her mobile phone, using her very ancient Nogia.

She is trying to contact the Space and Space Research Institute and those old friends.

At this moment, the people at the Time and Space Research Institute were in a state of anxiety.

"It's been three days, have you not found Teacher Wen yet?" The middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses looked anxious.

"Why did this accident happen!"

The men in white uniforms all lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything, but they were also uneasy.

It is said that this person who did not return successfully is a big shot. If something happens to her, there may be unimaginable turmoil between time and space.

The middle-aged man clenched his fist and slammed hard on the tempered glass. His eyebrows and eyes were filled with annoyance, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat beads.

"If something really happened to Teacher Wen, then we must be prepared to apologize for death!"

As the words fell, the atmosphere in the laboratory became more and more strange, so quiet that only heavy breathing could be heard.

At this moment, the device with a faint green light suddenly lit up.

"Dean Song! It was a signal sent by Teacher Wen!" someone shouted excitedly.

Song Qihui's pupils under his lens suddenly contracted and he spoke anxiously: "Where did Teacher Wen send the signal?"

A few seconds later, the man's voice became more and more excited: "Wen Mansion! Dean Song, Teacher Wen has returned to Wen Mansion!"

Song Qihui breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Since Teacher Wen has returned to Wen’s mansion, there should be no accident?

Song Qihui quickly took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

**

"Little dimples, your brother has always kept your room for you. What was it like before you left and what was it like when you came back!" Mr. Wen turned the key in his hand and pushed open the door with a smile.

Wen Jiu walked in. The room was spotless, probably just cleaned it up.

Except for the four-piece set on the bed that didn't fit the way she looked in her memory, everything in the room seemed to overlap with what she looked like when she left.

The world map is posted on the wall, and the calendar next to it was still in 1991. The books shelves were placed on the bookshelf, a camera, a note, a yellowed note, and an album.

Wenjiu raised his hand and gently stroked it.

The note was left by her without saying goodbye. The album - Mr. Wen would look through every time he came in to clean up and look at his rebellious and willful sister.

This room was cleaned by Mr. Wen himself, and others could not even enter, for fear that the dimples would be damaged.

He said he wanted to cut off the relationship, but in his heart he was always hoping that she would come back soon.

It's been thirty-seven years, and Mr. Wen almost thought he would never see the dimples again...

He looked at the room and then at his sister, his eyes became hot again.

What's wrong today! He doesn't like to cry!

Mr. Wen quickly turned his back and wanted to wipe his tears secretly, but the ringtone of his cell phone rang.

When he saw the caller ID, he frowned in displeasure, "There is a call from the research institute."
Chapter completed!