This phone is about ten years ago.
It is the kind of non-smart phone that people who ride a tricycle in the old streets and shout "Recycle old mobile phones, scrapped mobile phones" in a loop with a loudspeaker often collect them in their pockets.
Ruan Yu almost thought he had traveled through time.
She froze for a moment, took a photo of the elderly phone, and posted it on the WeChat dialog box: "Did you send the wrong courier?"
Xu Huaishi: "No, sister, turn on the phone and check the draft box."
The little girl now really knows how to play tricks. Return the draft box, is this a different way to write a love letter to her
Because she had a nightmare at night and broke out in a cold sweat, she didn't turn on the phone immediately. She put the package on the coffee table and took a shower first. After she came out, she saw a new message from Xu Huaishi on her phone.
The long text takes up the full screen.
"Sister, you saw it. I'm sorry, I accidentally discovered this phone, peeked at it without authorization, and adapted the story in the draft box. I was too timid to admit it, and lied and covered up the truth when you were involved in a plagiarism dispute. It was me who secretly humanized your name and checked your information.
That's bad enough for me. I spent a day and a night with you in Hangzhou this time, and seeing that you are still bothering to investigate this matter, I think if I don't talk about it, I will be in a bad place forever.
Sister, it doesn't matter if you don't forgive me, it doesn't matter if you hate me, but my brother didn't know about it until the fourth day after the incident. He put down the case that was about to be held and rushed back to China. He originally planned to explain the truth to you, but you kept pretending that you didn't know him, so you didn't open your mouth for a long time.
So, please forgive him if you can. He really, really likes you. "
After watching the full screen, Ruan Yu stood there holding the phone.
These words were separated word by word, and she knew them all. But what meaning did they express together, she seemed to be unable to react at once.
Scrolling up, there is also a screenshot attached, showing the background of a Weibo account: @一个诗写人.
After standing stupidly for two minutes, Ruan Yu turned around dully and slowly, picked up the old mobile phone on the coffee table, turned it on, and clicked into the draft box.
327 unsent drafts.
After flipping through it back and forth, she casually clicked on one to read.
"The exam model essay that Mr. Zheng gave to our class was written by you."
What exam sample essay? Ruan Yu frowned, a little puzzled, and continued to flip through.
"Your father asked me why I kept playing the piano in 301. I didn't dare to say, because I could just see you from the window of that piano room."
She frowned, and her fingers on the direction keys of the mobile phone froze, and now she seemed to understand who wrote these drafts to whom.
"Your seat was changed to the window. I was late in order to stand in the corridor to watch you."
"Are you still coming to the gym class? I've already run five laps."
"Huazawa doesn't eat fried chicken."
"You said you like to watch Chu Qing after the rain, so during the school celebration, play "After The Rain"."
"The boy in your class who pulled your braid asked me for English homework. I didn't copy it for him."
"The cat downstairs in the art gallery kept meowing. I fed it canned food. But I don't like cats. I like you."
"I'm going to the United States, is there any way to make you remember me at least a little bit?"
"Then hold your hand once."
The not-so-beautiful button beeping sound. Ruan Yu's eyelashes kept trembling, and he sat down slowly while leaning on the sofa, his whole body seemed to be drained by all the text messages.
Should understand.
Why is her outline not lost.
Why his payment password is 309017.
Why did he know she was afraid of heights.
Still hard to believe.
The only thing that can correspond to these text messages is her memory. However, at this moment, all her memories became distant and fuzzy, unreal.
All the cognition in high school was split into two versions because of these text messages.
Two completely different versions. One belongs to her, and the other belongs to Xu Huaisong.
If these text messages are true, why didn't she find out at all? How could she not have noticed at all
Ruan Yu was stuck on the sofa, like a patient eager for medicine, flipping through more than 300 drafts back and forth, trying to find a piece of evidence that could directly prove that Xu Huaisong also liked her back then.
In the end, she saw this paragraph: "You were assigned to the classmate list of our class, but I didn't give it to me. When they collected it, I put one in. If you are lucky, you will see it."
Classmates...
Ruan Yu stood up suddenly, put down his phone, and ran into the room.
From the old box in the attic of my hometown, besides her diary, there are some sundries, including a classmate book.
It is a thick stack of loose-leaf pages. After unpacking, you can distribute the colorful template papers inside to others one by one.
Of course she didn't give it to Xu Huaisong. She thought he didn't know her much at all. Even the few sheets passed on to class ten were taken away because there were too many papers to use up.
During the graduation season, the classmate records were flying all over the sky, and the more copies they filled out, the taste changed. Later, everyone began to be careless, just drew a smiley face, and said "remember me" was perfunctory, so after recycling, she I didn't look carefully for a while.
Will definitely read it later. But during the graduation trip, Xu Huaisong missed the appointment. After that day, she threw all the souvenirs from her high school days into the box, and avoided them on purpose.
Ruan Yu ran into the room, took out the classmate book, squatted on the ground and searched frantically.
A large stack of colorful papers was flipped through, until a white stencil paper came into view, and her hand seemed to have been pressed the pause button, hanging motionless in mid-air.
This classmate record, which is incompatible with the rest of the paper, did not fill in any information including name, zodiac sign, blood type, and hobbies.
Just a short sentence. The typesetting is neat and the writing is strong.
It was handwriting she could recognize.
He said: "May you rejoice in the colorful tomorrow, even if I can't see anything."
Ruan Yu sat slumped on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.
At ten o'clock in the evening, she was sitting alone in the brightly lit living room, clutching two mobile phones in a daze.
At this time, Xu Huaisong should get off the plane. But he didn't message her. And she didn't take the initiative to contact him.
For some reason, she felt that they might be in the same anxious mood now.
Although Xu Huaishi sent his mobile phone on his own initiative, he would not say hello and call, at least he should "cut first and then play".
Therefore, he knew the moment he got off the plane that she knew the truth.
Time passed by every minute and every second. It's half past ten.
What is he afraid of? Afraid that she would blame him
She should have blamed him. So long of deception, so long of silence.
But when she finished reading those more than 300 text messages crying and laughing like a fool, she suddenly felt that nothing was important anymore.
Whether it's being cheated or being tricked, everything that has passed is not as important as "he's coming back now".
He is coming back, she doesn't have to live in a tomorrow that he can't see.
This is the most important.
Ruan Yu walked around the room, finally gritted his teeth, and dialed Xu Huaisong's phone.
Then, the phone rang very close to her.
This weird moment made her subconsciously let out an "ah" and hung up.
In the next second, there was a knock on the door of the house, and in Xu Huaisong's voice: "What's wrong?"
"..."
Ruan Yu patted his chest to open the door, and said with a bitter face, "I was scared to death, why didn't you make a sound when you came here, you're filming a horror movie..."
This unexpected episode broke the delicate atmosphere between the two.
But soon, Xu Huaisong's silence brought her back to that anxiety again.
The two were in the door and outside the door, looking at each other, speechless for a moment.
Half a minute later, Xu Huaisong opened his mouth: "Is that right..."
"Xu Huaisong," Ruan Yu suddenly interrupted him, choked up and said, "Let's get to know each other again."
Don't play anyone.
He stopped looking forward and backward with a mask on, and she stopped using tricks in order to take the initiative.
They should use their true and honest faces, take out all of themselves, and get to know each other again.
Xu Huaisong didn't react for a while, and was stunned.
Ruan Yu closed his eyes, exerted the courage that had been brewing all day, reached out his hand to him, made a handshake gesture, and said, "Hello, I am Ruan Yu, who graduated from Class 9, Grade 3, No. 1 Middle School, Suzhou City. I like you very much, now…”
"Wait." Xu Huaisong also interrupted her.
A trace of astonishment flashed across Ruan Yu's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, seeing his originally tense expression relax, he suddenly smiled: "I should say this first." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards her and made a handshake gesture, "Hello, I am Xu Huaisong, who graduated from Class 30 of Suzhou No. 1 Middle School, used to like you very much, but now, he likes you even more than before."
Ruan Yu's nose was sore again, and he stood there stupidly for a long time with his mouth puckered.
Xu Huaisong looked down at his dangling hand, and asked, "Do you still hold this hand?"
She was about to say "hold", but he immediately answered the second part of the sentence: "If you don't want to hold, give me a hug." After finishing speaking, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
Ruan Yu let out an "ah" in surprise, and the next moment, there was a muffled "bang" at the corner of the corridor, and someone's head hit the wall.
The two who were in a hugging posture turned their heads in unison.
At the corner, the soprano contestant who was yelling in the elevator before leaned out half of her body and said, "Sorry, I came back from a late workout and walked up the stairs. I heard that you seemed to be acting to a script, so I was curious." , sorry to bother you..."
Xu Huaisong and Ruan Yu: "..."
Ruan Yu stiffened his hands and feet, and slowly broke free from Xu Huaisong's embrace, straightened his clothes, straightened his hair, and smiled at Sun Miaohan: "I'm talking about the script, I just finished a scene, let's dig out the details first." " As he spoke, he tugged on Xu Huaisong's sleeve and pulled him into the room.
In public places, there is no one to blame for being listened to in the corner.
After the door closed, she covered her face and looked up at the sky: "I'm so ashamed..."
Unexpectedly, Xu Huaisong suddenly leaned over from behind and asked seriously, "You're here, what details do you want to dig into?"