You’re My Belated Happiness

This phone is probably in the style of more than ten years ago.

It is people who ride tricycles in old streets and alleys and yell "recycling old mobile phones, scrapped mobile phones" with loud speakers. They often get the kind of non-smart phones in their pockets.

Ruan Yu almost thought he had crossed.

She was stunned, took a picture of this elderly machine, and posted a WeChat dialog box: "Did you send the wrong express?"

Xu Huaishi: "No, sister, you turn on the phone and look at the draft box."

The little girl now really knows how to play tricks. Also the draft box, is this a different way to write a love letter to her?

She was in a cold sweat from nightmares at night, so she didn't turn on the phone immediately, put the package on the coffee table, took a shower first, and when she came out, she saw a new message from Xu Huaishi on her mobile phone.

The long page takes up the entire screen.

"Sister, you saw it. Sorry, I discovered this phone by accident, and I peeked and adapted the story in the draft box without authorization. I was also timid to admit that when you were in a plagiarism dispute, you lied and concealed the facts. It's me, secretly your name, and checked your information.

This is bad enough for me. This time I spent a day and night with you in Hangzhou. Seeing that you are still bothering to investigate this matter, I think if I don't talk about it again, I will have to be bad forever.

Sister, it doesn't matter if you don't forgive me, and it doesn't matter if you hate me, but my brother didn't know about it until the fourth day of the incident. He put down the case that was about to go to court and hurried back to China. He originally planned to explain the truth to you, but he hasn't spoken since you've been pretending not to know him.

So, if you can, please forgive him. He is real and really likes you. "

After watching the full screen, Ruan Yu held the phone stupidly in place.

These words were separated word by word, and she knew them all. But what did they mean when they were connected together, she seemed to have difficulty reacting to it at once.

Scrolling up again, there is also a screenshot attached to it, showing the backstage of a Weibo account: @一个写诗人.

After standing stupidly for two minutes, Ruan Yu turned around and picked up the old mobile phone on the coffee table, turned it on, and clicked into the draft box.

327 unsent drafts.

Flipping it back and forth, she clicked one to see.

"The sample exam essay that Mr. Zheng gave to our class was written by you."

What test room sample essay? Ruan Yu frowned, a little puzzled, and continued to flip.

"Your father asked me why I always play the piano in 301. I didn't dare to say it, because looking out from the window of that piano room, I just happened to see you."

She let go of her brows, and her fingers on the phone's direction keys stopped. Now she seemed to understand who wrote these drafts to whom.

"Your seat was changed to the window. I was late to see you in the corridor."

"Are you still coming to the playground for gym class? I have run five laps."

"Hanazawa don't eat fried chicken."

"You said that you like to watch the first clear weather after the rain. During the school celebration, you played "AfterTheRain"."

"The guy in your class who pulls your braids asked me for my English homework. I didn't copy it for him."

"The cat downstairs in the art museum keeps calling. I fed it to canned food. But I don't like cats, I like you."

"I'm going to the United States. Is there any way that you can at least remember me."

"Then hold your hand once."

The unpleasant key press beeps. Ruan Yu's eyelashes kept trembling, and he sat down slowly with the help of the sofa, all of his strength seemed to be drained by this text message.

Should understand.

Why is her outline not lost.

Why is his payment code 309017.

Why does he know she is afraid of heights.

But it's 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 blurred and unreal.

All the cognition in the high school era was split into two versions because of these short 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 find out 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.

Finally, she saw this paragraph: "The classmates you assigned to our class did not give it to me. When they took it back, I clipped one by myself. If you are lucky, you will see it."

Classmates...

Ruan Yu stood up suddenly, put his phone down, and ran into the room.

Brought back from the old box in the attic of her hometown, besides her diary, there are also some miscellaneous items, including a classmate.

It is a thick stack of loose-leaf pages. After unpacking, you can distribute the colorful template papers to others one by one.

Of course she didn't give it to Xu Huaisong. She thought he didn't recognize her much at all. Even the ones that were passed to Class 10 were taken at will because there was too much paper to use up.

The classmates in the graduation season were flying all over the sky, and the number of filled copies changed, and then everyone began to lose heart, and just drew a smiley face and said "Remember me" and just perfunctory, so after the collection, she I didn't look closely for a while.

I will definitely read it afterwards. But during the graduation trip, Xu Huaisong missed the appointment. After that day, all the memorials from the high school era were thrown into the box by her and she deliberately avoided it.

Ruan Yu ran into the room, took out the classmate's record, squatted on the ground and searched frantically.

A large stack of colorful paper was turned over and clashed until a white template paper came into view, and her hand seemed to have been pressed the pause button, hanging motionless in the air.

This classmate record, which is incompatible with the rest of the paper, did not fill in any information including name, constellation, blood type, and hobbies.

Only a short sentence. The typography is neat and tidy.

It is the handwriting she recognizes.

He said: "May you cheer for a bright tomorrow, even if I can't see anything."

Ruan Yu sat paralyzed on the ground, tears in his eyes for a moment.

At ten o'clock in the evening, she was sitting alone in the brightly lit living room, holding two mobile phones in a daze.

At this time, Xu Huaisong should get off the plane. But he did not message her. And she did not take the initiative to contact him.

I don't know why, she feels that they may be in the same state of anxiety now.

Although Xu Huaishi sent his mobile phone on his own initiative, he would not say hello without saying anything, at least he should "cut first and then play".

Therefore, he knew the moment he got off the plane, and she knew the truth.

Time passed by every minute and every second. It's half past ten.

What is he afraid of? Are you afraid that she blames him?

She should have blamed him. Deception for so long, silence for so long.

But when she finished reading the three hundred text messages like a fool, crying and laughing, she suddenly felt that nothing was important anymore.

Whether it's being cheated, or getting rounded by routines, all these things that have passed are not as important as "he is 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 was spinning around in the room, and finally gritted his teeth and dialed Xu Huaisong's phone.

Then, the phone rang very close to her.

This strange moment made her subconsciously "Ah" and hung up.

In the next second, the door of the house was knocked immediately, together with Xu Huaisong's voice: "What's the matter?"

"..."

Ruan Yu patted his chest to open the door, and said with a bitter face: "I was scared to death. Why did you come here without making a sound? Make a horror movie..."

This unexpected episode broke the subtle atmosphere between the two.

But soon, Xu Huaisong's silence brought her back to that kind of anxiety.

The two of them looked at each other and were silent for a moment.

After half a minute, Xu Huaisong opened his mouth: "Is that right..."

"Xu Huaisong," Ruan Yu interrupted him suddenly and choked, "Let's meet again."

Don't act anymore.

He no longer wears a mask to look forward and backward, and she no longer makes tricks to seize the initiative.

They should use a true and honest face, take out all of themselves, and get to know them again.

Xu Huaisong didn't react for a moment, and was stunned.

Ruan Yu closed his eyes and used the courage that he had been brewing for a whole day. He stretched out a hand to him, put a handshake gesture, and said, "Hello, I am Ruan Yu who graduated from Class 3 and 9 of Suzhou No. 1 Middle School. I like you very much, now..."

"Wait." Xu Huaisong also interrupted her.

Ruan Yu's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment.

Immediately afterwards, seeing his tense expression relax, he suddenly smiled: "I should say this first." As he reached out to her, he also put a handshake posture, "Hello, I am Xu Huaisong, who graduated from Class 30 of Suzhou No. 1 Middle School, used to like you very much, and now likes you more than ever."

Ruan Yu's nose was sour again, and his mouth was squashed and stood silly for a long time without moving.

Xu Huaisong looked down at his dangling hand and asked, "Can you still hold this hand?"

She was just about to say "hold", but when he heard him immediately answer the second half sentence: "If you don't hold it, hug." After speaking, she grabbed her hand and carried her into her arms.

Ruan Yu was shocked with a "hey" sound. In the next instant, there was a muffled sound at the corner of the corridor, and no one's head hit the wall.

The two of them who remained in a hug position turned their heads together.

Around the corner, the soprano player who was screaming and screaming in the elevator before, leaned out half of her body and said, "I'm sorry, I came back from working out late and walked up the stairs. When I heard that you were acting on the script, I was curious. , I'm sorry I'm sorry to disturb you..."

Xu Huaisong and Ruan Yu: "..."

Ruan Yu stiffened his hands and feet, slowly broke free from Xu Huaisong’s embrace, straightened his clothes, straightened his hair, and smiled at Sun Miaohan: “I’m dealing with the script. Just after the scene, let’s go ahead and dig out the details. "As he said, he pulled Xu Huaisong's sleeve into the room.

In public places, people can't blame anyone for being heard from the corner.

The door closed, and she covered her face and looked at the sky: "I'm so embarrassed..."

Unexpectedly, Xu Huaisong suddenly leaned over from behind and asked seriously: "I have come in, what details do you want to pick out?"