In fact, Murong Shi has two numbers, one is for external use at work, and the other is for personal contact with relatives and friends. The latter was reserved for Xu Chuanchuan. Unless her uncle Murong Mingkun and Linda betrayed her, it would be impossible for Xu Chuanchuan to find out that it was her number.
Murong Shi pondered, when did it start
It seems that since she followed someone's Weibo, Xu Chuanchuan began to doubt her identity. I really can't see that a person who is usually so dull and dull is actually so sensitive and delicate.
Although teasing Xu Chuanchuan occasionally could relieve her boredom, Murong Shi really didn't want to rack her brains every time to deal with her temptation, so she simply sent her Linda's address.
"Boom boom boom-"
As the knocking stopped, Murong Mingshu's voice came in through the door panel: "Xiao Shi, haven't you slept yet?"
Murong Shi turned his attention away from the screen of his mobile phone, and said to the door, "Mom, it's still early."
"I didn't come to urge you to sleep. I heard a cat meowing in it just now. When did you have a cat?"
Murong Shi said without blushing: "Mom, you heard it wrong, I don't have a cat, I just showed a video."
"That's it, it scared me. It's alright, it's alright, I'll go to your Aunt Lian to watch TV."
The footsteps became quieter and quieter, until finally they were no longer audible.
Murong Shi was dumbfounded.
Murong Mingshu is allergic to the hair of all animals, so their family has never kept pets.
She had been lying on the bed, and suddenly a strange number from the same city called in, she thought it was a harassing call. Seeing that the last four numbers were "4223", she always thought that she had seen this number before.
With only a slight hesitation, she remembered that not long ago, she asked Linda to check the number for her.
Fortunately, she has a good memory, otherwise she would have been exposed if she answered rashly.
Unexpectedly, Xu Chuanchuan would call, Murong Shi did not expect it, and the situation forced her to learn a few cat meows, which were so vivid that even she was stunned.
This is probably the most insane thing she has done in her 26 years of living. I don't know if the words are poisonous or not. Since reading someone's novel, Murong Shi has found that her behavior is becoming more and more out of her control. . Especially in the dead of night at night.
If Xu Chuanchuan still doesn't give up... Then she can only resort to ruthless moves.
A cup of yogurt was not enough to calm Xu Chuanchuan's mood at the moment, so she went to get another cup.
After the computer is turned on, QQ automatically logs in successfully, and her yogurt is finished.
She hiccupped at the screen for a long time, remembering what Murong Shi said about her in the office during the day, Xu Chuanchuan felt even more depressed, and she clicked on someone's avatar.
Xu Chuanchuan: "Are you insulting my IQ? You are clearly lying to me [grievance]"
The first half of the sentence Murong Shi only told her today, and now Xu Chuanchuan thinks it is more appropriate to use it to fight back against her.
Passerby Poetry: "Aren't you cheating when you hold your voice?"
Can she even hear this
Xu Chuanchuan blushed slightly: "I was nervous."
Passerby Poetry: "It's not that I'm doing something wrong, why are you nervous?"
Xu Chuanchuan: …
Isn't it a shame to try? Of course she didn't say that.
She found that every time she chatted with passers-by's poems, it was difficult to cope. This feeling is as if she is facing Murong Shi, so this is why she has always doubted the identity of passers-by.
After thinking about it, Xu Chuanchuan decided to go for it.
Xu Chuanchuan: "I just think that the tone of your speech is very similar to someone I know in real life."
Passerby: "So what?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "No more..."
She was really afraid that the passerby's poem was Murong Shi. If that was the case, she might really want to consider contacting the editor to change her number. The price is a bit high.
Passerby Poem: "This author, across the Internet, I think it's better to keep a little privacy and mystery between people, what do you think?"
The words seemed to be polite, but Xu Chuanchuan just felt a little impatient and annoyed from it, and she also felt that she had gone too far.
Xu Chuanchuan: "I think... you're right. I'm sorry."
Passerby: "Of course, it's not impossible if you want to break this relationship. It just so happens that I'm single now."
Xu Chuanchuan: "Cough, I don't quite understand what you mean?"
Passerby Poem: "It means, if you really want to know my privacy so much, when my girlfriend is good, I can do it without reservations to her."
! ! !
Xu Chuanchuan almost spit out the yogurt she just drank. When she got excited, she knocked out the mouse, flipped the keyboard, and the table suddenly became a mess. She hurriedly packed her things and stabilized her mind.
Xu Chuanchuan: "I'm really wrong about the local tyrant. You just pretend that I didn't say anything. I promise that I won't harass you again in the future. I wish you a happy reading! Find a girlfriend soon!"
Turn off private chat and quit QQ, as if you are afraid of what terrible news will be seen in the next second. Xu Chuanchuan lay on the computer table, patted his chest to suppress his shock.
For the sake of the other party's words, what is there to doubt? This passerby's poem is absolutely impossible to be Murong's poem! ! !
This little episode directly ruined Xu Chuanchuan's desire to code words. She turned off the computer and dragged out a bulky cardboard box from the bottom of the bed, which contained the physical books she had not finished delivering.
Pick a copy of each article, neatly code it up, and wrap it in a box.
She tore up an extra courier slip at home, and hesitated when she picked up the pen.
How should the sender's name be written
Certainly not a pen name.
Since Passerby Poetry is not Murong Poetry, she has nothing to be afraid of.
When I was a child, I didn't practice calligraphy very much, so Xu Chuanchuan's calligraphy didn't have any strokes, but fortunately, it was elegant and neat. Thinking that the other party is her own reader, in order to retain some goodwill, she wrote it very slowly so that she could write more beautifully.
She wrote down the words "passer-by-passer" in the recipient column, stroke by stroke. She couldn't recite the address and phone number, so she had to open her mobile phone to check the message someone sent her before.
I felt a little nervous for no reason, but fortunately, the passerby didn't send her any more messages. She copied the address down.
Without a code word, I always felt empty in my heart. Xu Chuanchuan took a bath early, lay on the bed, dug out the chat record with passers-by and began to reflect on himself.
During this period of time, she has really done a lot of excessive things, whether it is to passers-by or Murong Shi, she feels very sorry, and the six books should be regarded as a gift of apology.
As for Murong Shi... It's impossible to invite her to another meal, right
People don't necessarily buy it.
Xu Chuanchuan felt ashamed when he remembered the last time the two of them ate Mala Tang together. Forget it, it'll be fine in the future, she can't do anything to please Murong Shi.
The courier was taken away by the industrious courier brother that night. Xu Chuanchuan still remembered that when the little brother saw the recipient address she wrote, he was stunned and said, "Is there a need for courier so close?"
Xu Chuanchuan asked him, "Where is this community?"
"Besides Mingde Lake, it's about five kilometers from here."
Xu Chuanchuan was surprised: "Is it so close?"
"It's very close." The little brother weighed the weight. "It's quite heavy. It's more cost-effective to send it yourself than to send it by express."
It is inappropriate to send it in person, and it will be embarrassing if I bump into a passerby. She thinks that the passers-by's poems have a good point, maintaining a sense of mystery.
Xu Chuanchuan smiled and said, "I don't have time."
If there is money to be made, the courier brother no longer persuades him. After weighing the weight, he took out the bottom sheet and handed it to her, took the money and left.
Because it is in the same city, the courier arrived at around ten in the morning. When the courier called, Murong Shi was listening to the analysis report from the business manager in the conference room. She interrupted, "I'm sorry, I'll take a call."
After the meeting, she whispered to Linda: "The courier has arrived. I will let him put it in the security room of your community. You can help me get the company tomorrow."
Linda didn't think much about it: "Okay."
On the third day, the courier arrived at Murong Shi.
Linda put the square cardboard box on her desk, stared at the courier list above, and said, "This seller is really interesting. His name is Xu XX."
Murong Shi: "..."
"Hey, passers-by, is this your Taobao name?"
"Yeah." Murong Shi responded perfunctorily, dragging the courier in front of him, "Thank you."
Linda looked curiously: "You actually started shopping online. What did you buy?"
Murong Shi just stared at her without speaking for a moment.
"..." Linda shut up and went out.
Only then did Murong Shi unhurriedly unpack the courier.
There are a total of six books in it, she has read all of them, picked up one and flipped through them, and found that these books are really well done. The cover pattern is very fresh, the characters on the title page are very cute, and the paper texture is very good.
It's no wonder that so many people on Weibo are rushing to want it. This book is really well done, and it's a good gift.
The bag was too small to fit these six books, so Murong Shi found a paper bag for tea and put the books in. She tore off the express slip and threw it into the toilet to destroy the body.
night.
Passerby Poem: "The book has been received, thank you."
Xu Chuanchuan: "You're welcome~"
This is their last chat. Since then, Xu Chuanchuan never contacted Passerby Poetry, and Passerby Poetry did not seek her in a tacit understanding.
I don't know if Xu Chuanchuan's repeated temptations annoyed the other party, and I will never see the vest of passers-by poetry again, nor the thunder she casts, and her real-time subscription records cannot be found in the background.
This willful local tyrant always disappears for no apparent reason, but this time, for a whole month, passers-by poetry did not appear again.
Maybe uninstalled the app again
I always feel that her temptations have violated the bottom line of passers-by's poetry. Although she has been modest before, Xu Chuanchuan still feels uneasy.
A month is enough to forget a stranger, but Xu Chuanchuan can't, because the girls in the group always mention the names of passers-by poems from time to time.
Xu Chuanchuan felt embarrassed every time he saw those three words.
She likes to dig into the horns, and the more she thinks about it, the more uncomfortable she feels, so she has to ask Anji to relieve her worries.
Xu Chuanchuan: "I want to apologize to her again, but she hasn't been online on QQ, and I can't take the initiative to look for her. I'm afraid she will misunderstand my motives again."
An Ji: "I don't understand, so many readers abandon you every day, and you don't take it seriously. Why can't you bear it after walking a passerby's poem?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "It's not that I can't stand it, it's guilt."
Anji: "Guilty for what?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "I can't tell. Do you think it's because I rejected her?"
Anji: "What?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "This is the previous chat record, you can help me analyze [picture]"
Anji: "Damn it! She actually made you her girlfriend! It's too much! You are mine!"
Xu Chuanchuan: "Don't make trouble (ー_ー)!!"