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Still still, still want to see her?

Xianbei's heartbeat suddenly intensified, and his eardrums trembled.

With a dazed head, Senbei blinked her eyes quickly and read these three short messages several times.

After graduation, the turtle stayed in the house for so long, and no one had ever offered to come to see her, or wanted to see her.

Because it was too hard to communicate with her, I couldn't type a word for a long time, and the sound was as small as a mosquito.

In Yuanyuan's words, due to work needs, coming to sign a contract once is not much different from Dujie.

and so……

So hard...

How would she reply to him?

He said sorry, is she okay?

He said he wanted to see her, would she say me too?

Does it mean that he will come every day from now on?

If, if he does not reject the way of writing and communication, she can still...

Talk to him well...

But check out at the end of the month...

I don't know where I will live, and whether I can drink the milk tea I like...

Suddenly one day, she stopped booking and disappeared without a trace.

Still really moving...

The first time the other party came to see himself, it was because he hadn't booked for half a month...

Wouldn't he be disappointed when he came here again, and he would still feel... cheated by...?

And if I stop drinking their milk tea...

Isn't it a more important guest...

For him, is she still necessary?

There seems to be no more.

...

Xianbei was worried, flustered, and messed up.

There is no clue how to reply to the text message.

How can there be so many unforeseen circumstances?

So worried...

Or... completely cut off the follow-up development.

Thinking of this, Senbei held the phone tightly, cut it out, and found Yuanyuan's contact information.

Typing: Don't... tomorrow

Delete all.

"I won't drink milk tea tomorrow, you don't have to order it for me..."

Senbei drooped his neck and couldn't send it out.

This seems to be avoiding the problem and using others as a shield.

So tired.

Xianbei closes the chat box for editing and returns to the text message bar.

She felt it necessary to tell the other side the truth.

"I might,"

Fingers that were almost transparent, paused:

"Won't order long milk tea, for some reason."

Squinting eyes, half covering his face with one hand, if you dare not look, press send.

Sent out!

Oh my god! !

Xianbei quickly kicked the corner of the table, let the swivel chair load him, Gu Lulu 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 the screen flash.

She was slightly surprised, and he returned so quickly.

After hesitating for a moment, his heel hit the ground and exerted force.

Senbei took himself with the chair little by little, moved back and returned to his position.

Holding up the phone again, when she thought a man would ask the specific reason—

He only sent one sentence:

"Are you still booking tomorrow?"

Xianbei was stunned, then replied: "I ordered it."

Yuanyuan said to book her a week.

"See you tomorrow, and rest early."

Senbei supported his head, feeling dizzy at his unexpected reaction, and slowly knocked "OK..." back.

While typing, she was also in her heart, and responded carefully.

——

There is no reason why Chen Zhuo asked so.

Compared with simply asking "why not order" directly and aggressively, this kind of roundabout way of heuristics can more effectively come up with the answer he wants.

After making it clear that he still wanted to meet tomorrow, the little girl still allowed him to deliver milk tea.

Then, those unspeakable conceals that can no longer place orders for a long time must not include themselves.

In this way, Chen Zhuo let go of his heart.

The man drying his hair raised the pillow and leaned back on the bed.

Picking up the book by the side, flipping through a few pages absent-mindedly.

Chen Zhuo picked up the phone again, found "Ms. Xian" in the address book, and clicked on the details.

Thinking about Shaosi, he deleted the original remarks.

The cursor flashes for a few seconds, and three different new names occupy this place:

Small scallops.

Like the closed door, small scallops.

——

The next day.

Staying up late, Crazy Demon Bei didn't know why, anyway, he fell asleep before eleven obediently, so he got up early.

Owning the morning means you can spend more time to do many things.

She simply cleaned up the house and sorted out three bags of useless things...

Can really pile...

Do hamsters winter...

Silently complained about himself in his heart, Senbei moved them to the door one by one.

Walking slowly behind the curtains, Senbei opened a slit and looked out.

The weather is not good, as if covered with gray screens.

Ah, it's cloudy.

Praise the cloudy sky, praise the rainy season, write poetry for the dark night.

Senbei walked back to the entrance happily, changed his shoes, and felt the phone shake.

Click to open it, and it is Yuanyuan's message: the company organizes spring outings, and the Emergency Telecom Union.

Maybe it was sent to... the responsible painter?

After returning, he put the phone back in his pocket, and Senbei put the hood of the loose home clothes over his head.

Check the cat's eye first, then push the door to a crack, listen carefully, and tell that no one will pass through the corridor at this moment.

After the confirmation, Senbei opened the door wider and walked out.

Then turned around, bent over and transferred the task of today's goal-garbage bags, one by one.

In the early plots of her famous work, "The Lost City," there are several storytellings that are exactly the same as her at the moment.

The male protagonist who was besieged by the zombies occasionally went out to purchase living supplies, just like this, he was on high alert throughout the process.

It can only be said that art comes from life.

Dragging out the third bag of garbage, Senbei sighed, clapped his hands, got up and took out the key.

On the keychain, the bell pendant rang crisply.

Just about to lock the door, Xianbei suddenly heard someone calling her.

Clear, two words.

"Crackers."

Who? !

Senbei instantly stiffened like an ice hand on the back of his neck.

I could smell that person's breath approaching.

He is a little sweet and familiar, is it milk tea?

Long-term immersion in a certain environment must be able to leave this smell...

Sure enough, the next moment, the man spoke again, "Are you going out?"

Senbei naturally remembers his voice, ay, why is it him?

Why did he come so early today?

The senbei was nailed to the spot, patted his head in his heart.

Was it because Yuanyuan was going out for the spring, so she booked it early...?

Senbei quickly curled his neck, leaned up his upper body, and assumed a fortified posture.

After a lot of effort, Senbei forced herself to turn around, but she did not dare to make any contact with the visitors.

With his face buried, Senbei nodded a few times.

Xu noticed something on the ground, and the man asked, "Should I go downstairs to take out the garbage?"

Senbei continued nodding. I don't know where to place my hand, so I can only hide it in my pocket.

The man smiled brightly and was teasing: "I booked so early today, I thought you came out to pick me up just to meet me earlier."

The roots of the ears are so hot, the face must be red, and Senbei pits his head deeper and lower.

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes, observing the little head of the girl wishing to chisel it into his chest.

She shrank her shoulders together and cast an invisible shield all over her body.

Chen Zhuo looked at her for a long time, but for some reason, that smile couldn't fade away.

He couldn't help asking: "Don't you meet, just show me the back of my head?"

He was standing close, his voice low, engulfing that natural smile.

Senbei's scalp is numb and the toes are curled up. As a result, the whole person was at a loss and clumped tighter.

The heart slammed into the chest, and the two black eyes hiding under the little hood were also running around, not knowing where to go.

In the next second, Senbei's vision froze.

Because the man suddenly squatted down!

Then he raised his eyes to look at her, frowned, and looked over carefully.

After meeting his eyes for a few seconds, he raised the corners of his mouth, and smile lines curled up at the ends of his eyes.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

The stunned Senbei reacted!

I was seen! ! !

Blushing, boil the pan.

But he got up, calmly, and returned to standing.

Looking down at the little girl whose head is only up to her chest...

I don't know how to move the back of my head, but I still want to laugh.

Immediately afterwards, Xianbei heard him, condescending, but introduced himself very formally: "When we first met, my name is Chen Zhuo, Er Dong Chen, Burning Zhuo."