A short sentence, neither long nor short, describes the sadness at that time.
After Lan Xixi listened, her whole heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible big hand and tied up by a rope, making it difficult to breathe.
She thought she was pitiful after being treated by Lan Fucheng and his wife, but she didn't expect Bo Zhanye to have such a past...
How big a blow was it for him to be left in the rain at such a young age and watch helplessly as his mother who once loved him did not want him? How painful and despairing was it?
"Teacher, thank you for telling me this. I think I already know how to enlighten him and help him. Can you lend me your phone?"
Lan Xixi is sincere and serious.
Seeing her sensible look, Bo Huaiye said softly: "Well, take it. Old man, I won't play with my phone at night. You can return it to me tomorrow."
"Thank you, teacher." Lan Xixi quickly left with her cell phone and lay back on the bed. She found Bo Zhanye's phone number and edited the text message:
[Master Jiu, if you feel depressed, just leave there first. Don’t force yourself, just relax. It’s not your fault, so don’t be burdened. 】
etc......
You can’t call me Jiuye! And your tone doesn’t sound like a teacher.
She re-edited: [Xiaojiu, I know the cause and consequences of this matter. I was the one who picked you up in the first place. It's not your fault. Don't be burdened.
If you really feel depressed or don't want to face it, come back to the Imperial City. I have good tea here, Fourth Uncle, so you can have a rest.】
Well! This should be right!
Lan Xixi took a deep breath and clicked send.
Whether it was her tone, tone, or past events, she handled it flawlessly.
But what she didn't know was that Bo Huaiye never sent text messages and was not very good at using the mobile phone keyboard.
The morning text messages were all voice-to-text.
So when Bo Zhanye came out of the shower and saw this news, he frowned.
Before, Xiao Mo asked Lan Xixi to comfort him, but instead sent such a text message. It is not difficult to guess the real sender of this text message.
But, what on earth is she thinking?
Bo Zhanye sat on the edge of the bed, tapped the screen with his slender fingertips, and edited: [Put away your half-hearted concern, I don't need it.]
After typing, he felt irritated and deleted it again. He stared at the screen of his phone, his eyes getting deeper and deeper, unable to see the bottom of it.
‘Ding!’ the text message sounded again.
It was still a text message from the other party: [No matter what, remember to eat on time and sleep on time, and don’t punish yourself for other people’s mistakes. 】
Ah.
Are you really good at saying nice things?
Bo Zhan replied abruptly: [You care about me so much?] Why are you getting involved with Nan Jingting again?
Naturally, the next words were not sent out.
When Lan Xixi saw the text message, she felt guilty and pursed her lips tightly.
She had an inexplicable feeling of being seen through by him.
Calm down, this is your fourth uncle’s cell phone, there’s no way he knows about it!
She carefully replied: "Look what you said, of course I care about you, I don't care about you, who do I care about?"
The tone is natural, natural, and full of concern.
Bo Zhan Yejun's beauty is sinking.
Of course you care about him?
Is she telling the truth? Or does she have an ulterior motive?