Sang Yan closed her eyes and took off her shoes for the second time. He walked quickly to Sang Zhi's side, took her phone away, lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and wanted to hang up the phone.
Turning on the screen to see, the display is not the call interface he expected.
It is the main interface of the mobile phone.
No call logs at all.
He reacted instantly, his stomach hurts with anger, but he smiled: "Little devil, are you kidding me?"
Sang Zhi blinked and said innocently, "I didn't say I beat him."
Sang Yan's tone was cool: "Then who did you just talk to?"
Sang Zhi moved to the other side of the sofa: "I'll practice again."
"… "
"You just told me to wait to die, I'm not talking nonsense. I'm now," Sang Zhi suddenly remembered that he had taken the phone, and wanted to grab it back, "I'm done practicing now, so I'll call now."
Sang Yan stared at her for a long time, did not stop her, and gave her the phone obediently.
"Okay, you hit."
This development was different from what Sang Zhi imagined. She glanced at him, a little suspicious, and didn't want to lose the battle, so she could only open the address book slowly.
Looking at her actions, Sang Yan said lightly, "It's my turn to fight after the fight."
"I'm fine." Sang Zhi frowned, "What are you going to tell my parents about me?"
"I didn't want to talk about you." Sang Yanpi said with a smile, "I'm talking about beating."
"… "
"It's alright, you can file a complaint." Sang Yan got up and closed the window, drawing the curtains by the way. "Just say whatever you want, say whatever you want, it's my turn."
The room was instantly darkened, like a prelude to the coming rain.
Sang Zhi lost most of his confidence and began to feel uneasy: "...If you hit me, Dad will kill you when he comes back."
"Okay." Sang Yan didn't care, "I'll wait for him to come back and kill me."
"… "
Sang Yan didn't look at her, looked around in the living room, then picked up the feather duster placed on the TV, gestured twice in her hand silently, and said slowly, "Little devil, do you want your brother to come over or do you come over by yourself?"
Sang Zhi stared at the thing in his hand and didn't answer.
Sang Yan didn't seem to want her response either: "Then brother went over?"
Sensing that the situation was upside down, Sang Zhi suddenly called him, "Brother."
Sang Yan replied leisurely: "Okay, my brother will go there in person."
Watching him come step by step. Sang Zhi was silent for two seconds, stared at him, and said, "I was wrong."
"… "
"I'm sorry brother, I'll never do this again."
"… "
Kind of meet the wind.
"I would have done it earlier." Sang Yan always ate soft and threw the feather duster away, "Be obedient every day, don't always fight against me, my brother will bring you delicious food every day, you know?"
Sang Zhi snorted in disbelief.
Sang Yan: "Then I'm going out?"
Sang Zhi turned to look at him and suddenly asked, "Brother, who are you going out to play with?"
Sang Yan put on her shoes for the third time and said casually, "My roommate."
Sang Zhi: "Oh."
"Is there nothing else? Do your homework well at home." Sang Yan said, "Don't go into the kitchen, don't cook by yourself. There is so much food at home, you can do it yourself when you are hungry, and you can go out to buy food if you want. , call me if you have anything."
"… "
"Also." Sang Yan scratched her cheek and added, "Don't open the door for anyone."
Sanji nodded.
After a while, Sang Yan went out the door.
There was a crisp sound of closing the door at the entrance, and then there was silence.
The cartoon on TV has ended, and the music for the end credits is playing. Sang Zhi felt a little bored, and threw the potato chips on the coffee table, then turned off the TV, and went to the toilet to wash her hands.
Think of the word "roommate" in Sang Yan's mouth.
The tip of Sang Zhi's heart seemed to be scratched, gently, causing itching. I feel that the opportunity is close at hand, and I can grasp it with one grasp. The impulse surges up in an instant, and it is suppressed in a moment.
She took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and filled it with small sips.
Sang Zhi returned to the room.
Yin Zhenru just happened to call her: "Sang Zhi!"
Sang Zhi: "Why?"
"Fu Zhengchu's birthday next week." Yin Zhenru said, "They said they would go to sing K together and asked if you wanted to go."
"What day is next week?"
"Tuesday."
"Oh." Sang Zhi said, "I'll take a look when the time comes."
"Are you going to prepare a gift for Fu Zhengchu?"
"Do you still want to prepare gifts?" Sang Zhi thought for a while, "Then I don't have time."
"..." Yin Zhenru said speechlessly, "I didn't say it was necessary. Isn't this someone's birthday? Just get ready, or just go over without anything, it's embarrassing."
"I think so too." Sang Zhi said seriously, "So I'm not going."
"But there must be no one to prepare it!" Yin Zhenru didn't want to go alone, so he hurriedly said, "You don't need to pay too much attention to this, I'll tell you when the big deal is, the one I prepared was bought by the two of us together."
Sang Zhi took out a comic book from the shelf: "Let's talk about it later, aren't you going to a cram school?"
"Ah!" Yin Zhenru's tone suddenly became anxious, "I forgot! I won't tell you, I'm going out!"
Saying that, she hung up the phone.
Sang Zhi lay on the bed and flipped through the address book again. Seeing the number that she remarked as "Duan xx", he hesitated to open the interface for sending text messages. Her fingers moved and stopped again.
If you want to post, what content do you want to post
Happy Holidays
But there seems to be only one Army Day that just passed recently.
Then - a belated blessing, I wish you a happy Army Day!
"… "
Seems a little weird.
Or pretend you sent the wrong text.
It seems quite deliberate.
Or should I call Sang Yan and say I want to go find him? Might be able to meet.
Sang Zhi threw away the phone and started to think about it while reading the comic book. After a long time, she threw away the comic book, hid herself under the covers, and began to brew sleepiness in the afternoon.
So why meet up.
It seems that there is nothing good about meeting him. He is always playing around with him, and there is so much age difference. When talking to him, there is a generation gap, and there is no common language at all.
Might as well sleep at home.
right.
How old is he.
Before sleeping - him! Calculate! old! Several!
Sang Zhi got up again and took a few sips of water, quenching all her impulses by the way. She lay back on the bed with satisfaction, stared at the ceiling, and suddenly began to hypnotize herself: "It shouldn't be that."
"It's good-looking. Anyone who sees a good-looking person on the road will take a few more glances. Even a good-looking dog will want to go and pet it."
The air freezes for a moment.
Sang Zhi let out a sigh of relief and continued to hypnotize: "Maybe there really is something like that, but maybe I meet someone who looks better, so I'll change it to something like that for others."
"For example, now, if we don't meet, I don't particularly want to meet." Sang Zhi nodded, brainwashing himself, "This proves that such feelings are very hypocritical."
After saying this, she relaxed a little, lay back down again, and continued to read the comics.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the book.
After a while, the phone on the bedside table rang.
The sound continued for dozens of seconds before Sang Zhi was woken up. She opened her eyes, stared blankly for a few seconds, then took the phone and cut it off.
Then there was another phone bombing.
Sang Zhi stayed on the bed for a while. When the bell rang for the third time, he answered the phone dully: "Hello?"
Sang Yan's slightly impatient voice sounded from the other end: "What are you doing? It's been hung up several times."
"I'm sleeping." Sang Zhi was also not happy, "I hang up once and you shouldn't call again."
Sang Yan snorted: "If I don't call, you'll have to sue again, right? Hurry up, I'm having dinner with my friends outside. If you want to come over, I'll pack it for you."
Before Sang Zhi could answer.
Another voice suddenly sounded from the other end: "Hey, Duan Jiaxu seems to be working as a tutor nearby, do you want to call him in?"
Sang Yan: "Whatever."
"Then I called."
Sang Zhi pursed her lips, took back what she was about to say, and whispered, "I'll eat with you."
Sang Yan: "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Sang Zhi got up and found the most reasonable reason, "I'm hungry, it's too late for you to pack up."
"Okay, change your clothes." Sang Yan said, "I'll call you and come down."
After hanging up the phone, Sang Zhi walked to the closet, looked at the clothes inside, and took a skirt to put on. Sang Zhi went to the bathroom to wash her face, just as Sang Yan called, she quickly put on her shoes and went out.
Sang Zhi got into the elevator.
I don't know if it was because she slept too much, she always felt a little uncomfortable when she woke up.
Especially the abdomen.
Sang Zhi thought it might be diarrhea, and regretted not going to the toilet just now.
She walked out of the door downstairs and saw Sang Rong's car at a glance. Sang Yan sat in the driver's seat, next to a man with a fat body.
Sang Zhi walked over and got into the back compartment.
The man in the passenger seat turned back and said hello to her: "Little sister, do you still remember me?"
It's Sang Yan's roommate, Qian Fei.
Sanji nodded.
Sang Yan looked back at Sang Zhi and said, "fasten your seat belt."
After watching Sang Zhi fasten her seat belt, Sang Yan started the car.
Because he was going out with Sang Yan, Sang Zhi didn't bring anything but a mobile phone. She glanced at her phone, then looked out the window and asked, "Where are we going now?"
Qian Fei: "Go pick up another brother."
Sang Zhi nodded and said nothing.
Sang Yan glanced at Qian Fei: "You call and ask where he is."
"He said it's at the bus stop in the East Square—" Speaking of which, Qian Fei pointed not far away, "Eh, isn't that the one?"
Hearing this, Sang Yan followed the direction Qian Fei pointed, and then drove the car over.
The car stopped. Along the window, Sang Zhi saw Duan Jia Xu walking towards her, then opened the door of the trunk and sat beside her. She lowered her eyes subconsciously and looked away.
Qian Fei said at the front: "Do you tutor high school students?"
Duan Jiaxu responded lazily, but there was no other movement after that.
Sang Zhi secretly observed him from the corner of her eye.
He seemed to be a little tired. He leaned on the seat when he got into the car, his eyes were half closed, and fine hair was scattered on his forehead, looking inexplicably decadent. Dim-yellow street lamps were scattered on his body, and the light and shadow were intertwined and obscure.
Half an hour passed.
Duan Jiaxu raised his eyelids suddenly and looked over.
It seemed to catch her eye.
Some were caught off guard.
Sang Zhi subconsciously grabbed the hem of the skirt, afraid that she would look guilty if she looked away, but she did not dodge. After staring at him for a few seconds, she lowered her head, pretending to be calm and looking at her phone, as if nothing happened.
Seeing this, Duan Jia Xu raised his eyes playfully. I don't know how to provoke this child again. He sat up a little bit, put his elbows on the window, and asked with a chuckle, "Child, why don't you call someone?"
Sang Zhi glanced at him and said obediently, "Brother."
Qian Fei turned back and said unwillingly, "Hey, why didn't you call me?"
Sang Zhi paused and shouted again, "Hello, brother."
As if he hadn't heard Qian Fei's words, Duan Jiaxu stared at Sang Zhi, his eyes were bright and bright, with a blatant seduction by nature, but he didn't seem to mean that.
As if he didn't hear clearly, he suddenly asked, "What's up with my brother?"
Sang Zhi was inexplicable: "It's just my brother."
Hearing this, Duan Jia Xu let out a long laugh. This time he seemed to have heard clearly, tilted his head, and repeated it leisurely: "Brother is so handsome?"
"… "
"No wonder—" Duan Jiaxu suddenly approached Sang Zhi, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "When he saw my brother, he blushed."