Still still, still want to see her
Xianbei's heartbeat suddenly intensified, thumping, making the eardrums vibrate.
Confused, Xianbei blinked hurriedly and read the three short messages over and over again.
After graduation, after huddling in the house for so long, no one ever took the initiative to say that they wanted to come and see her.
Because it was too laborious to communicate with her, I couldn't type a word for a long time, and the sound was like a mosquito sound.
In Yuanyuan's words, due to the needs of work, signing a contract at the door is not much different from crossing the robbery.
so…
so hard...
How is she going to reply to him
He said sorry, does she want to say it's okay
He said he wanted to see her, did she say me too
Does agreeing to it mean that he will come every day in the future
If, if he doesn't reject the way of communication by writing, she can still...
Talk to him nicely...
May be leaving at the end of the month…
I don't know where I will live, and whether I can drink my favorite milk tea...
Suddenly one day, she stopped booking again and disappeared without a trace.
Still really moving...
The first time the other party came to find me, it was because I hadn't booked for half a month...
When he comes here again, wouldn't he be disappointed and feel... deceived
And if I no longer drink their milk tea...
It's not a more important guest...
For him, does she still need to exist
It doesn't seem to be there anymore.
…
Xianbei thought a lot, panicked, and was in a mess.
No clue how to reply to text messages.
How can there be so many unforeseen circumstances
so worried...
Or... cut off the follow-up completely.
Thinking of this, Xianbei clenched his phone, cut it out, and found Yuanyuan's contact information.
Typing: Don't tomorrow...
Delete light.
"I won't drink milk tea tomorrow, you don't have to order it for me..."
Xian Bei lowered his neck and couldn't send it out.
This seems to be avoiding the problem and using others as a shield.
so tired.
Senbei closed and edited the chat box and returned to the text message bar.
She felt compelled to tell the other side the truth.
"I might,"
Fingers that were so white that they were almost transparent, paused:
"I won't order milk tea for a long time, because of some reasons."
Squinting, half covering your face with one hand, if you don't dare to look, press send.
Sent out!
Sent out oh my god! !
Xianbei quickly kicked off the corner of the table, let the universal wheelchair carry him, and rushed to the desk eight feet away.
Also to stay away, the phone on the table...
But, in the blink of an eye, Xianbei saw that the screen flickered.
She was slightly surprised that he returned so quickly.
After hesitating for a moment, he hit the ground with his heels.
Little by little, Xianbei carried herself with the chair, moved back, and returned to her place.
Picking up the phone again, when she thought the man would ask the specific reason—
He only sent one sentence:
"Do you still order tomorrow?"
Xianbei was stunned for a while, then replied, "Order."
Yuanyuan said to book her for a week.
"See you tomorrow, rest early."
Xianbei propped her head up, still a little dizzy at his unexpected reaction, and slowly tapped "Okay..." to go back.
While typing, she was also in her heart, and she responded carefully and carefully.
—
Chen Zhuo asked this question for no reason.
Compared to simply asking "why didn't you order" aggressively, this bewildering way of testing was more effective in getting the answer he wanted.
After making it clear that he still wanted to meet tomorrow, the little girl still allowed him to deliver milk tea.
Then, those unspeakable secrets that can no longer place orders for a long time must not include themselves.
As a result, Chen Zhuo was relieved.
The man blow-drying his hair, propped up the pillow, and leaned back on the head of the bed.
Picking up the book by your side, absentmindedly flipping through a few pages.
Chen Zhuo picked up the phone again, found "Ms. Xian" in the address book, and clicked on the details.
After thinking for a while, he deleted the original note.
The cursor flickers for a few seconds, and three distinct new names take over here:
Small scallops.
Like the closed door, little scallops.
—
the next day.
The late-night maniac Bei, I don't know why, but he fell asleep before eleven o'clock, so he got up quite early.
Having a morning means having more time to do a lot of things.
She simply tidied up the house and sorted out three bags of useless things...
really stacks...
Are hamsters wintering...
Silently complaining about himself in his heart, Xianbei moved them to the door one by one.
Walking slowly behind the curtain, Xianbei opened a crack and looked out.
The weather is not good, as if covered with layers of gray screens.
Ah, it's cloudy.
Praise the cloudy sky, sing the rainy season, and write poems for the dark night.
Xianbei walked back to the entrance in a happy mood, changed her shoes, and felt her phone vibrate.
Click to see, it is Yuanyuan's information: the company organizes a spring outing, and emergency telephony.
Maybe it's a group post to the painter in charge of...
After replying, he put the phone back in his pocket, and Xianbei put the loose hood of his home clothes over his head.
Check the cat's eye first, then push the door open a crack, listen carefully, and identify that no one will pass by the corridor at this moment.
After confirming, Xianbei opened the door wider and walked out.
Then he turned around and bent over to transfer today's target task - garbage bags, one by one.
In her famous work, the early plot of "The Lost City", there are several scenes, which are exactly the same as her at the moment.
The male protagonist who is surrounded by zombies occasionally goes out to buy living supplies, just like this, he is on high alert throughout the process.
It can only be said that art comes from life.
After dragging out the third bag of garbage, Xianbei took a deep breath, clapped his hands, and got up to take out the keys.
On the keychain, the bell pendant rang crisply.
Just as she was about to lock the door, Xianbei suddenly heard someone calling her.
Clear, two words.
"Crackers."
who? !
Like an ice hand around the back of his neck, Xianbei instantly stiffened.
I could smell the person's breath approaching.
He is a little sweet and familiar, is it milk tea
After being immersed in a certain environment for a long time, it must be able to leave such a smell...
Sure enough, the next moment, the man said again, "Are you going out?"
Xianbei naturally remembered his voice, oh, why is he
Why did he come so early today
Xianbei was pinned to the spot and patted his head inwardly.
Is it because Yuanyuan is going on a spring outing, so she booked early...
Xianbei quickly curled his neck, raised his upper body, and assumed a defensive posture.
After a lot of effort, Xianbei forced himself to turn around, but he did not dare to make any contact with the person who came.
Burying her face, Xianbei nodded a few times.
Xu Shi noticed something on the ground, and the man asked, "Do you want to go downstairs to take out the garbage?"
Senbei continued to nod. I don't know where to put my hand, and finally I can only hide it in my pocket.
The man smiled brightly and joked: "I booked so early today, I thought you came out to pick me up to meet you earlier."
The roots of his ears were so hot, and his face must have been flushed, and Xianbei pitted his head deeper and lower.
Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes and observed the little head that the girl wished she could chisel into her chest.
Her shoulders were shrunk together, and an invisible shield was cast all over her body.
Chen Zhuo stared at her for a long time, but for some reason, that smile couldn't go away.
He couldn't help but ask: "Didn't we meet, just let me see the back of the head?"
He stood close, his voice was low, and he was wrapped in that natural smile.
Hearing that, Senbei's scalp felt numb and his toes were curled up. The whole person was also at a loss because of this, and the cluster was even tighter.
The heart slammed into the chest cavity, and the two black eyeballs hiding under the small hood were also scurrying around, not knowing where to go.
In the next second, Xianbei's eyes froze.
Because, the man suddenly squatted down!
Then he raised his eyes to look at her, frowned, and looked at her seriously.
The eyes met for a few seconds before he raised the corner of his mouth, and the end of his eyes also curved into a smile.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah!
The dazed Xianbei then reacted!
been seen! ! !
The face is red, and the pan is hot.
But he had already stood up, and returned to his standing position.
Looking down at the little girl whose head only reaches her chest...
Not knowing how to move the back of his head, he still wanted to laugh.
Immediately afterwards, Xianbei heard him and looked down, but introduced himself very formally: "First meeting, my name is Chen Zhuo, Er Dong Chen, Burning Burning."