Are you dating online, miss?

Having friends is really different.

Period doesn’t have much contact with He Lu. Even if there is a CP relationship, it’s just a fixed partner for spelling every day, not a free group friend who bumps into a random group friend in the group.

Coincidentally, every time He Lu asked if there was spelling in the small group, she was there.There is no mystery in half.

It is reasonable to suspect that Period is habitually invisible and a screen-snooper.

Whenever a code word is written, the period is always counted together. This kind of synchronization is faint but stable, and it is easy to give people the illusion of a tacit understanding between the two.

Time flies by.

In a blink of an eye, He Lu and Full Stop have been CPs for a month, and they still keep in touch with each other on their QQ chat records.

[Lulu: Hi~ I'm starting to code! 】

【. :Come. 】

[Lu Lu: 500/3000]

【. :500/4000]

……

[Lulu: 3200/3000, call it a day!good night~]

【. :[moon]】

always like this.

Not always.

At least He Lu is not.

Occasionally, when she is tired from work or has an appointment with a friend, she generally does not embarrass herself, as long as she does not code that day.The period man, however, has maintained the habit of writing at least [-] words a day, unshakable, rain or shine.

I still remember that one day, He Lu came to the inspiration, and the writing was very smooth. It took less than two hours to code the three thousand and one chapters. She simply repaired it and checked for typos. After saving, switch back to QQ, and then laughed out.

[Lulu: Your hand speed has broken the record again today, [-] words in two hours! 】

【. :stomachache. 】

She felt apologetic for a moment, feeling that she was laughing too carelessly, and before she finished typing out the comforting words on one end, another sentence popped up on the other end.

【. : I continue. 200/4000】

[Lulu: Your body is important!I’ve had stomach pains before, it’s so painful, I’m going to eat some ornidazole, I’m not going to write the article some day, you didn’t say that I was writing a new article recently, and there is no serial update pressure to stop for a day, it’s nothing 】

It was silent for a few seconds.

【. : There can be many reasons for not writing, but I want to stick to it. 】

The full stop's words left a very deep impression on He Lu.

At that time, she stared at the words for a full minute, holding a glass of water and did not drink it for a long time.Under the bright white light of the screen, her face gradually burned up, thinking of nights other than overtime work, she did not write every day, her wrists hurt, her waist was numb, she was simply lazy, all kinds of things reason.

Just when she was feeling ashamed, she suddenly remembered that the full stop had spent [-] yuan on manuscripts when Xiaoqunqun was just bubbling. This...

she asked.

[Lulu: That == the [-] manuscripts saved in the previous book...]

There was a few seconds of silence on the other side.

【. : At that time, I happened to have a project in hand. 】

Seeing the full stop, he seemed unwilling to talk more about work, so He Lu said "oh" and didn't ask further.

Later, when the handwriting speed of sentence numbers slowed down significantly, He Lu paid attention and asked her if she had a stomachache again.

she said yes.

So He Lu was concerned, and sent another long paragraph, saying how uncomfortable it is to not take medicine for stomach pain, and also advised her to find a hospital to take a good look, it is best to seek medical treatment or something. The word is a little regretful, afraid that it will be abrupt.

The full stop did not reply for several minutes, and He Lu annoyed himself even more.

after awhile.

【. : I just went to boil the water and took the medicine. 】

【. :[smiley face]]

Unprepared, a little flower bloomed in He Lu's heart.

The concern was answered, and it was the first time she sent a small emoji with the period, and she couldn't tell which one was more pleasant.

After get off work on Friday, the smog in Beijing was worse than the morning rush hour.

Early winter is approaching, and the sky seems to be covered with gray, looking down heavily on the earth.

Pedestrians are hurrying in the evening rush hour subway, and He Lu squeezes between men and women wearing anti-smog masks, a little breathless.As always, this is her moment of dramatic meditation.

But after getting off the subway, she didn't go home as usual, but went to the supermarket first.

He Lu's grandmother fell, and He's mother went back to the south to take care of her in the hospital last week, and He's father went abroad for inspection.Although, even when he was there, he never entered the kitchen.

Therefore, in the past few days, He Lu has to go shopping for dinner after get off work, and it is not possible to sit in front of the computer until eight o'clock after work.

Today He Lu is going to make simple shredded pork noodles, but he was a little distracted when cutting the shredded pork.

When she took the elevator upstairs, she received a message from the period saying that she would not code tonight.

Although it may be like the time when I spent [-] yuan to save the manuscript, the full stop came temporarily and I couldn't leave the work.But this is the first time the two asked for leave after they became CPs. He Lu didn't know what his own psychology was, so he thought about it for no reason.

"ah."

She let out a soft cry, lowered her head, bright red blood gushed out from her fingertips, even staining the flesh under her hands red.

I cut my finger. Fortunately, it was not serious. The incision was not deep enough to need to go to the hospital for treatment.She put down the chopping board, found a medicine box, disinfected it, wiped it with iodine, and then gently wrapped it with a bandage.

I don't know if this injury can be healed with bandages.

Anyway, it can't be done at night.

He Lu ordered takeaway on the app, sat on the sofa in the living room, sighed faintly, looked down at his injured finger, and thought melancholy, tonight, like a full stop, she will not be able to type.

She looked at the phone again, thinking ecstatically, what is the period doing right now, so that she can put down the code words.

Mo Yiyi suddenly received a call from Gao Youxin during dinner.

"Why didn't you answer the phone? It's been ringing for a long time, your creditor?" Liu Tang glanced at her phone screen.

Mo Yiyi didn't want to hear her passionately insulting Gao Youxin for being so wolf-hearted, so she picked up her phone and walked out of the restaurant.

It was getting dark and the wind was blowing outside.

She gathered her coat and pressed the answer button: "What's the matter?"

"me……"

Mo Yiyi was blown by the wind so much that he sniffed: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

"I want to see you."

"..."

"is it okay?"

The faltering voice at the other end was vaguely mixed with the slight wind, revealing a kind of pitiful frailty.

In memory, Gao Youxin is not such a character.

Mo Yiyi said lightly: "It's best not to."

There seemed to be some movement at the entrance of the homestay. It was estimated that some tenants would come to the door. She raised her gaze flatly, cast her eyes slightly, and then fixed her gaze for a moment.

The man walked out of the small door in front of the porch with his body half hidden, his face gradually became clear and bright in the light of the small courtyard in front of the door, his usually fair skin did not look very colorful in the warmer light, his lips Slightly open, still maintaining the posture of making a phone call, looking straight at this side.

Mo Yiyi glanced at the phone that was still on the phone, and cut it off without saying a word.

She walked over.

Seeing her approaching, Gao Youxin's originally straight gaze became dodgy again, moving away and looking back, moving away again, looking back again.

"What are you doing seeing me?" It was Mo Yiyi who spoke first.

"You... Sure enough, I went home and you weren't there, so I guess you came here."

"I came all the way from Beijing just to say this?" Mo Yiyi's tone was still calm, but he cursed in his heart that he forgot to change the door code, and was careless.

"I, I'm getting married—"

"Oh, to send invitations?"

"Don't do this, stab, stab me..."

Gao Youxin stopped looking away and stared at her, looking like she was about to cry.

Mo Yiyi looked back.

"Talking in a different place, Liu Tang is still running a shop, so why stand here and cry." She had no doubt that Liu Tang could shave Gao Youxin's hair bald when she saw Gao Youxin. Thinking about the possibility of entering the police station, the scene gave her a headache.

"it is good."

The two were walking quietly on the road when Gao Youxin sneezed suddenly.Mo Yiyi glanced at her collar and saw that her collar was slumped. She moved her fingers but did not lift them up, and suppressed the idea of ​​helping her put up her collar.Then look away, not to look at her wind-swept hair.

People still look at those two people, and things have changed, and their moods have naturally changed.

Some things, of course, cannot be done.

The two entered a coffee shop that didn't seem to be doing well, found a secluded corner blocked by green plants, ordered two glasses of water, and sat down.

We broke up for three months and today is the first time we meet.

Mo Yiyi's eyes lightly fell on the opposite side.

The two first met in an elementary school in the mountains.Gao Youxin participated in the school's teaching support activities during the summer vacation, and moved books back and forth with a few classmates from the same school.Under the scorching sun, the young and fair face was covered with sweat, and the whole person was shining with a smile.

Instead of the woman in front of her who seemed to be frightened and bewildered.

Mo Yiyi raised his hand and lightly tapped the glass table with his fingernails. With a crisp "da", he reminded the other party to regain his senses, and also pulled himself away from his memories: "What the hell happened to you—what happened at home?" So Desperate.

"No, no, it's all good..." The soft voice seemed to really startle her, and her speech seemed incoherent, "My parents have seen it, and the wedding and hotel are also booked. The day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow, I should get the certificate I, I'm suddenly afraid, afraid of marriage—"

Mo Yiyi seemed to have heard a joke: "Afraid of marriage?"

Gao Youxin leaned forward eager to prove her words.

"Really! My boyfriend and I had a premarital checkup last week, and he asked for it. It's okay to do it. The doctor said...that my uterus is saddle-shaped. I don't know the specifics. He said that there may be problems with pregnancy or maybe It’s no different from others. After I went back that day, my boyfriend didn’t contact me for several days, until yesterday. These days I was also thinking, whether I should marry him, should I...should break up with you, before Things popped up in my mind over and over again, I can't hide, I really can't hide! But there is only one day left before the day of receiving the certificate..."

Mo Yiyi said softly, "So you asked me to explain your fear of marriage?"

"I didn't mean that!"

Mo Yiyi stared at her: "What does that mean? Tell me. It's impossible to get back together?"

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, the phone notification sounded.

Mo Yiyi took out his mobile phone, opened it, and saw that it was a message from Lu Lu. This little friend was quite hardworking and simple-minded, and she was quite satisfied, so she forced herself to suppress her annoyed emotions a little.

Lulu sent a photo.

In the middle of the photo is the palm, which is soft and white, with clean and clear palm lines. It looks like Lu Lu is about the same age as he visually estimated, very young.What stood out was the index finger wrapped in a bandage, with some blood on the edge.

Mo Yiyi couldn't figure out Lulu's thoughts for a while. For more than a month, they maintained a light relationship and basically didn't mention their real lives.

Suddenly posting such a photo, this...

She clicked on the photo and went back to the dialog box. A voice just happened to appear, and her fingers were still on the touch screen.

The phone started playing unexpectedly——

"I cut my hand while cooking, it hurts so much."

A voice as young as the palm of your hand, clear and clean, with an ending of grievance.

Mo Yiyi's expression became slightly weird, and he raised his eyebrows lightly: Lulu, this is acting like a baby...?

Gao Youxin on the opposite side reacted more directly than her.

Her eyes turned red immediately, and she asked in a trembling voice, "...Is it your new girlfriend?"