Zhou Yizhi wandered around in the shopping mall, looking at the dazzling array of products, but couldn't find a suitable gift.
My brother is different from those ordinary boys. An ordinary boy, Zhou Yizhi, can give away famous watches, famous shoes and even game consoles, but for his brother, he has everything he needs three years ago, even richer than the Zhou family, these are not rare things for him. But now, even though his family has fallen into poverty after encountering an accident, he doesn't care about these external things.
Zhou Yizhi remembered that when he was studying in his last life, his elder brother didn't spend much money from the Zhou family. After going to university, he quickly paid off the medical expenses he got from his father that year. He didn't even touch the card his father gave him for pocket money.
His clothes are always very simple, except for the school uniform, there are not many private clothes, a clean white shirt or long sleeves in summer, and two black down jackets in winter.
But it is probably because of his outstanding height and outstanding temperament that before the corruption incident in the sea market spread here, no one in the school suspected that his clothes were very cheap-this is probably the so-called "handsome man's suit" A burlap bag can also be worn with a sense of fashion'.
In short, sending these is too tacky.
In addition, Zhou Yi had very little communication with him in his previous life, and he didn't even know what he liked when he was a teenager, so now he is a little bit blind, and he really doesn't know what surprise he can give his brother on his birthday.
When she walked to the spiral staircase, her eyes were suddenly attracted by the exquisite cakes in the glass window. There was a tray at the door for customers to try. When she saw a beautiful girl with a ball head who looked rich, she couldn't move her feet. She immediately came forward and said with a smile, "Do you want to try it?"
Zhou Yizhi nodded and tasted a new product on the tray.
Sweet, soft and glutinous, it melts in the mouth.
Although she has never liked this kind of sweet thing, she still thinks it tastes good. She suddenly felt that her brother should like it. Life is hard enough, let's give my brother something sweet!
But it's too ordinary to just send cakes.
Zhou Yizhi couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "Can you provide handmade cakes here?"
"Yes, yes." The waiter immediately said: "Just make an appointment in advance, but the price is a bit expensive. After all, customers need to provide materials and workbenches."
Zhou Yizhi smiled slightly. When she heard that the price was a bit expensive, she felt uneasy, and even wanted to book the venue.
After Zhou Yizhi settled this matter, he was a little excited inside, and wanted to tell his brother immediately, raised his chin triumphantly and waited for his compliment, but because he wanted to surprise his brother, he tried his best to hold back.
However, I still couldn't help but want to text him.
Zhou Yizhi took out his phone from his bag and quickly edited a message.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
In her previous life, Zhou Yizhi didn't even save her brother's mobile phone number. One night when she was in college, she had dysmenorrhea and was sweating in the dormitory. Suddenly, an unfamiliar phone number starting with 177 called. After she answered it, she realized that it was her brother's voice. .
Her roommate was called down and came up with painkillers. At that time, my brother was in the same city as her, but not at the same university, and I don't know how he got to the downstairs of their dormitory.
At that time, Zhou Yizhi was no longer targeting him, and the relationship with him had already eased. Thinking that he came to deliver medicine in the middle of the night, and the subway was gone when he returned, Zhou Yizhi felt a little bit sorry, but because the pain was so severe, Also did not go down.
The next day, the slender figure was no longer seen downstairs.
In this life, because they met at home every day, Zhou Yizhi forgot to exchange numbers with Xue Xi. But she deposited his from the housekeeper the other day.
But Zhou Yizhi quickly remembered that his brother in this life might not have saved his number yet.
So she quickly added another sentence.
"I'm Yizhi, please save my number."
The teenager was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder and had just come out of the hospital. It was already dark, and the electronic stop sign glowed red, indicating the arrival of the next stop. The wind at the end of autumn was a bit bleak and cold, and the hem of his clothes was slightly rolled up.
When he walked to the bus stop, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly.
Several students waiting for the bus next to him couldn't help looking up at his face. He didn't care, and casually took out his mobile phone.
But then, before his fingertips had time to unlock the screen, he froze slightly.
The phone number that sent the text message has no remarks, it's just a string of numbers, but Xue Xi remembers this string of numbers more familiar than his own phone number.
She actually took the initiative to text him
In this life, she actually saved his mobile phone number.
Seeing the second text message "I am Yizhi" that popped up immediately, Xue Xi hastily swiped away from the screen.
Because it was the first time he received her text message, he held his breath and stared at the line, not knowing how to reply for a moment.
After typing for a long time, the always calm young man deleted the words one by one. He stood at the bus stop, retreated to the corner, rubbed his forehead with some annoyance, and quietly glanced at his side while chatting with others on WeChat. The girls in front of them turned their eyes back to the screen of their mobile phones.
After a long time, Zhou Yizhi received a very plain sentence from his brother: "On the way home."
Zhou Yizhi who has already gotten into the car: ...
Brother, you are really a topic stopper.
But soon, as if they were afraid that the text message would end here, they sent another follow-up sentence: "What about you?"
Zhou Yizhi bent the corners of his lips and replied, "I'm still outside, I'll be going back right away."
It shows that it has been input for a long time, about five minutes, and the input is continuous.
Zhou Yizhi had already gotten into the car, holding the phone with his fingers, staring at the phone screen with sparkling eyes, looking forward to seeing what his brother would send him after typing for so long, it looked like a long paragraph.
As a result, new information pops up.
"Oh, be safe."
Zhou Yizhi: ... ...
Zhou Yizhi was going crazy inside, five minutes, five minutes of typing, and only five words? ! Adding punctuation marks, it is only seven words! Brother, are you sure you didn't time travel from twenty years ago? Your mobile phone is not an elderly phone!
Zhou Yizhi crazily complained about his younger brother in his heart, but the corners of his mouth turned up unknowingly.
She pinched the phone, actively looking for topics, trying her best to make her tone seem normal, as if she was serious about something, she had to use a text message to say in advance: "If you go home first, tell Aunt He for me, I want to eat fried potato shreds tonight."
Yes, what you want to eat is indeed a very important thing.
If you can't eat what you want, you may not be able to sleep well at night.
It may directly lead to a bad mood tomorrow and a decline in grades.
Therefore, it is normal for her brother who returned home before her to tell her in advance.
Zhou Yizhi's face was slightly hot, and he frantically made excuses for himself, completely forgetting that Aunt He's phone number was lying in his phone address book.
Xue Xi stood on the bus platform, his dark eyes drooping, looking at the chat page on the phone screen, there was a little smile in his eyes unconsciously.
Just sending text messages like this, back and forth, is a very precious thing to him.
The bus had arrived long ago, and the crowd filed forward one after another. Some people turned their heads to look at the long-legged boy who had been looking down at his phone. The night breeze blew across the platform, gently brushing the short black hair on his forehead, the corners of his mouth were subconsciously pursed, with a lively smile.
"it is good."
Typed for a full seven minutes, and finally he replied.