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The flight time of the journey is long.

Cheng Che dreamed halfway, and woke up a little.Zhao Qingling beside him was still in a deep sleep, and he was still holding onto his claws tightly.

The stewardess came over and asked softly, "Sir, what do you want to drink?"

Cheng Che: "Water."

He drank water, relieved the thirst in his throat, and secretly changed the posture of holding hands.

The arm is really not sore anymore, but so numb that I almost lose consciousness.

Waiting to get off the plane like this, I'm afraid it will be scrapped?

But even so, he still couldn't bear to let go.

Cheng Che really didn't know how he fell asleep again in such an uncomfortable situation.

In the dream, memories continue.

After ten years of reunion, after the male god sent Cheng Che home, he took the initiative to add him on WeChat.

After Cheng Che entered the door that night, he fell headlong into the bed, and couldn't wait to go through Zhao Qingling's circle of friends seriously.

Look carefully at every photo, every dynamic, every sentence, and every punctuation he sent.

Zhao Qingling's circle of friends started about five years ago.

Counting it, it should be his last year in the United States.

During that year, his life included the neon streetscapes of New York, the sea and food on the East Coast, various roadtrips and foreign friends with exaggerated expressions, and his life was chic and unrestrained.

Then, he returned home.

After returning to China, he spent most of his time running around and attending banquets in big cities such as the imperial capital and magic capital.

Cheng Che is very clear that many times, even if former acquaintances add WeChat, the result is just lying dead in each other's circle of friends, and there will be no necessary communication.

But at least, he can at least live a life of spying on the screen in the future!

It is possible to know something about his life, even if only a little bit.

……

My eyes hurt from looking at the screen for a long time.

Cheng Che reluctantly withdrew from Moments, but suddenly found a new, red message saying "1".

From "Qingling".

……

"Qingling" was Cheng Che's private note to Zhao Qingling secretly.

No surname was added, only the first name was written, pretending that they were very close.

He thought that even if he wrote it like this, "Qingling" would never know about it. He never expected that "Qingling" would be!

Did you send him a message?

Qingling: "Huh? Why is there no status in your circle of friends?"

Cheng Che wondered if he was dreaming, so he rubbed his eyes several times, and then stared at the smiling head portrait on the screen for a long time.

He really doesn't have a status in his circle of friends.

Because he doesn't have many friends and his life is boring, how can he have anything to post, and who should he post it to?

Before I could figure out how to reply, I received two more messages from "Qingling".

"Hey~ You shouldn't be blocking me, right?"

"Hey, open it for me."

Cheng Che: "..."

He didn't!He didn't block him!

How could he block him?Just when I was in a hurry to explain, I received another emoji.

From "Qingling", a cheap and cute big bad wolf is making a pose: "Little rabbit, please open the door~"

Instantly nearly had a myocardial infarction.

Knowing that, the other party should have no other meaning at all.

After all, it's just a meme.

But the problem is, the big bad wolf in that expression is too cute, wearing a Hawaiian grass skirt, with two inexplicable blushes on his face.That look was clearly not about eating the little rabbit, but molesting the little rabbit.

Think more.

Cheng Che felt that he was really hopeless.

Just, don't think about it!

Why is my heart beating fast even though I know it's mostly empty joy?

He hated himself so much that he could only bury his hot face deeply into the pillow.

……

That night, "Qingling" students should be very free.

I sent him messages one after another throughout the whole process, until midnight.

Still caring about him: "Did you remember to take the chilblain medicine?"

Cheng Che really forgot.

Hurry up and wipe it off.

The chilblain ointment has a weird texture.Greasy and greasy, it feels a bit hot when you put it on, but it's cool and cold.

Qingling: "Really obediently went up? I don't believe it, take a photo to see."

Cheng Che: "..."

He patted obediently, but his long and slender fingers were covered with a layer of ointment, and he couldn't understand why he patted them ugly.

In the end, I picked one that was not too horrible to look at, and sent it over.

Qingling: "Look at you, it's just been put on. It won't work without my supervision! This will take effect three times a day. I'll remind you at a fixed time tomorrow."

Cheng Che silently felt that the whole day, from the reunion to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, from the small park to sending him messages.

The load on the heart was too high, and his body was almost unable to bear it.

He also said that tomorrow...to remind him again.

So tomorrow, there is still a chance to receive his message again, right?

If this is a dream, please make him not wake up again.

……

Cheng Che's life was very regular before.

Go to bed before eleven and wake up after six.

As a result, on the night of the reunion with Zhao Qingling, after saying "good night", he naturally fell asleep with his mobile phone in his arms.

I kept thinking wildly, and barely fell asleep until it was almost dawn.

It directly led to waking up at almost nine o'clock in the morning, and my mind was still very groggy, so I picked up the phone.

The whole person wakes up instantly.

An unread message from "Qingling" was sent an hour ago.

"have you woken up?"

Cheng Che didn't know whether to be pleasantly surprised or annoyed - he would have already woken up on a normal day or any other day.

Why did you oversleep this day?

He didn't reply to the male god's message for an entire hour, and he was instantly stressed.

Qingling: "Hey, you finally woke up?"

"It's okay, I just wanted to ask you, do you know where the breakfast is delicious?"

Cheng Che really knew.

After all, I have been a hard-working IT man for so many years, and I have to stop by to buy breakfast every day, so I have some experience.

He quickly sat up, and began to carefully list all the delicious breakfast shops he knew, including many roadside stalls that were not high-grade and felt unworthy of Zhao Qingling, but were really delicious.

A text message was edited and edited, it was super long, and it took a long time to edit.

On the opposite side, Zhao Qingling probably saw his long "typing in progress", and couldn't wait, so he made an audio call directly.

"Morning~" On the other side of the audio, Zhao Qingling's voice was actually a little lazy.

The sound is distorted by the speaker of the mobile phone, and it is actually more... magnetic than the real face-to-face.

Cheng Che's ears were numb, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Cheng Che, you just woke up, have you had breakfast?"

Cheng Che froze for a moment, then quickly shook his head.The idiot shook it to himself for a long time before he realized... Shake the yarn, can people see it? !

"No, not yet."

"I'm driving around looking for something to eat," Zhao Qingling said, "By the way, is there any good food near your house?"

"I remember when I was in school, your old city had the most delicious food. By the way, there was a shop that sold chicken shredded camellia oleifera, which also contained peanuts and barley. That shop was really delicious! That shop also opened ?"

"That one... is still open."

Cheng Che couldn't even remember how he summoned up the courage.

Maybe it was because he was really happy to receive the call, or maybe it was another intermittent nerve short circuit. He asked Zhao Qingling, "How about we go eat together later?"

Zhao Qingling: "..."

Zhao Qingling: "Oh?"

Such a two-second pause is enough for Cheng Che to regret eight lifetimes—how could he have such a big face!

Why would Zhao Qingling want to have breakfast with him?

The reason why people asked him, maybe they wanted to bring other friends, maybe they wanted to bring their girlfriends to eat!

In short, a lot of cranky thoughts in a flash.

In the end, Zhao Qingling said: "Okay, okay, pack up, I'll pick you up."

"I'm not far from your house now, about 10 minutes away."

10 minutes.

10 minutes!Cheng Che turned the closet upside down.

I found that apart from a suit specially designed for super-formal occasions, his plaid shirts for IT men were all shabby and earthy!

However, you can't wear a formal suit to eat at a roadside stall, right?

The author has something to say: the memory lines are interspersed from time to time until the end, not many, and occasionally dense.

In the two years of high school, there are actually many things that the scumbag Zhao doesn’t know/the ten-year wait that has not been mentioned yet/After the reunion, the scumbag Zhao pursued it thoroughly~

The ending is true and finished, the main thing is the last part, not to mention your psychological shadow, I also have psychological shadow.

However, even if there are a lot of manuscripts, will you swim in the middle of writing?

Options: A will/B will definitely/Cluoluo is healthier/D Pigeon orange can fly so never swim!