Qingmei is no match for the sky. Why are you crying when I leave?

"Mom, I'm full, take a nap."

Listening to her mother Balabala, Zhong Yuer hurriedly picked up her mobile phone and drove away.

Her mother looked at her back and smiled mysteriously, picked up her mobile phone and dialed Zhong Dalian's number:

"Why don't you come back to eat?" If you don't come back, your daughter will be someone else's.

"Wife, something happened here in the factory, I won't go back at noon."

"What happened?"

"Little things."

Zhong Yuer's mother hung up the phone and couldn't help but worry.

Listening to Zhong Dalian's tone of voice is certainly not a trivial matter, and he also heard someone on the other end of the phone arguing.

Zhong Yuer's bedroom.

She kissed Jaylen's poster, and Jaylen's lips were already white by her kiss.

Then he crawled and fell onto his soft pink bed.

Looking at the many plush toys placed at the end of the bed in a daze, these were all given to her by Wen Hao, he must like her!

Zhong Yuer rolled over and lay flat, her hair was scattered, one foot was on the knee of the other leg, and her little foot shook.

Opening the mobile phone, she wanted to send a message to Wen Hao, only to see that most of the messages sent by Wen Hao were on the mobile phone.

"Yu'er, the temperature outside is high today, remember to bring a parasol."

"Yu'er, I'm waiting for you at the door, sending a message is either to urge you or to tell you."

"Yu'er, why are you getting slower and slower to reply to my messages?"

"Yu'er, it's me who doesn't want to make you angry, can you not hate me..." "Yu'er

, I really like you, although you rejected me, I still like you."

The last message was sent by Wen Hao last night, and Zhong Yuer felt annoyed and ignored him.

Other messages are mostly replied to "uh-huh, oh, good" and the like.

Looking at this information, thinking of Wen Hao's attitude towards himself today awakened Zhong Yuer's empathy.

Is this what it feels like to be ignored?

She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, like pressing a stone, and at this moment she finally understood what empathy was.

In her heart, she has a good impression of Wen Hao, but she can't talk about liking it.

The two are more like getting used to each other's existence, relying on each other.

Whether Zhong Yuer wanted to admit it or not, Wen Hao ignored her for half a day, and the withdrawal reaction began to eat back at herself.

Looking through this information over and over again, Wen Hao's figure lingered in her mind, his smile, his voice, his every movement...

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, her heart was in turmoil, and for the first time she felt that lying in bed was a torture.

Isn't it time to send a message to Wen Hao?

The outstretched white tender finger was just about to type, and then froze.

Will it be too active and be passive?

In fact, when thinking about this problem, I am already passive.

After fighting for a long time, Zhong Yuer typed a few words and clicked send.

This may be the first time in so many years that he has taken the initiative to send a message to Wen Hao.

"I almost got lost today, you know?"

Send successfully.

The inexplicable tension in my heart seems to be a feeling of loss, and it seems to be an expectation.

Why don't you reply to the message?

What is he doing?

Did you fall asleep?

......

Don't you reply to his messages, does he feel the same way?

Zhong Yuer counted second by second, almost a minute had passed, why didn't she reply to the message.

Suddenly the phone vibrated and she bounced out of bed and sat up like a Chinese powerhouse.

When he saw the message, he threw his phone aside.

When is the abominable 10086 bad to send messages, but this time to send it.

Zhong Yu'er couldn't hold her breath, and scolded Wen Hao in her heart:

"I count three times, if I don't reply to the message, I will break off friendship with you!"

1，

2，

2.1，2.2...... 2.9......

"Think I really dare not break off friendship with you?"

2.91，2.92......

"Ah, this abominable fellow!" Zhong Yuer clenched her teeth, grabbed a plush toy, and pinched her neck with both hands: "Strangle you, strangle you."

Then slapped the toy with his hand: "Tell you not to return the message, tell you not to return the message... Dare to laugh at me? "

It's been two minutes, why hasn't he returned the message?

Zhong Yuer gritted her teeth and sent a second message:

"Wen Hao, are you a man, do you need to be so petty?" Not even returning information? At

the door of Zhong Yuer's bedroom, her mother listened to the movement inside and couldn't help frowning.

"This girl can't stay."

......

The girl's mind was in turmoil, and the teenager in the barbershop squinted leisurely and changed his hairstyle.

After the haircut, Wen Hao looked at the five messages sent by Zhong Yuer and was startled.

He looked through the previous chat information, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to laugh:

"Miss Zhong, you don't have to, I just got out of the sea of suffering, why do you want to jump into the sea again."

Anyway, I have already treated her as a passerby, and it doesn't hurt to reply to a message.

Just about to type, Wen Hao put away his mobile phone again.

Ignore it, ignore it.

Why bother yourself with unnecessary trouble.

......

Zhong Yuer held her mobile phone and turned on the stopwatch so that she could see the time flowing, otherwise the wait would be too long.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes....

Still did not receive Wen Hao's message, Zhong Yuer felt that her heart was bitten by ten thousand ants.

Don't return messages, huh?

Wen Hao, you can't run the temple if you can run the monk.

Zhong Yuer got out of bed, wearing pink flip-flops, and her white and tender toes were all distinct.

As soon as he opened the door, his mother, who was eavesdropping, fell in.

Zhong Yuer: "???

"Yu'er, my mother happened to be passing by, do you believe it?" Zhong Yuer's mother explained awkwardly.

"I said I believed, do you believe it?"

Zhong Yuer's face was red, she glanced at her mother, walked to the door, didn't even change her shoes, and went to find Wen Hao to settle the account.

......

At the barbershop, Wen Hao paid and looked at his youthful face in the mirror.

It's nice to be young, it's good to be in control of your life.

Now his fate is changing little by little.

My sister's fate will also change little by little.

In fact, after his sister died, he saw a lot of things in his sister's diary that he didn't know.

In his previous life, he didn't understand, he only had Zhong Yuer in his heart, and he failed his sister.

Wen Hao glanced at the watch hanging on the wall, it was time to go to school.

For a person in his 30s, going to school is easy.

You don't have to wake up every day to face tough problems.

Opening the bicycle lock, Wen Hao was just about to ride away, when he heard a coquettish voice behind him:

"If you don't reply to the message, you think I can't find you?" You stop!

Wen Hao turned around, it was Zhong Yuer.

I saw Zhong Yuer wearing pink cherry balls with short sleeves, blue hot pants, flip-flops, and grape-colored nail polish on her toes.

How did she find here?

Wen Hao was stunned, watching Zhong Yu'er trotting over like a mad tiger, looking at her calmly:

"Something?"

"Why didn't you return my message?"

"I'm getting a haircut."

Zhong Yuer looked up at Wen Hao's new hairstyle, and the anger in her heart dissipated, and the originally questioning tone also softened:

"Then tell me."

Wen Hao smiled, originally wanted to say, "What kind of person are you, I want to tell you." The words came to his lips and swallowed back.

Even if you are not with her, there is no need to verbally attack her, after all, you still play big plums together since childhood.

Zhong Yuer looked aggrieved, and her two index fingers circled each other:

"Do those words you said before still count?"

Speaking of counting, he doesn't want to count; Whether it counts or not seems that he has no faith, Wen Hao thought for a while:

"Let's count it."

......

Outside! Outside! Outside!

Q: Senior Wen Hao, why do girls like to turn over old accounts?

Senior Wen Hao's quote: The matter of re-mentioning old accounts is because it has never been resolved. She mentioned that it was because she did not cause the pot, but asked her to carry the pot. So you don't have to think she's preoccupied, and you don't have to think you're innocent.