Sang Yan closed her eyes and took off her shoes for the second time. He walked quickly to Sang Zhi's side, took away her mobile phone, lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and wanted to hang up the phone.
When he turned on the screen and looked at it, what was displayed was not the call interface he expected.
It is the main interface of the mobile phone.
There is no call record at all.
He reacted instantly, his stomach ached with anger, but he smiled: "Kid, are you kidding me?"
Sang Zhi blinked and said innocently, "I didn't say I was beaten either."
Sang Yan said in a cool tone: "Then who were you talking to just now?"
Sang Zhi moved to the other side of the sofa: "I'll practice it again."
"..."
"You just told me to wait for death, and I'm not talking nonsense. Now," Sang Zhi suddenly remembered that he had taken his cell phone and wanted to snatch it back, "I'm done with the exercise, so I'm going to fight now."
Sang Yan stared at her for a long time, without stopping, and handed her the phone obediently.
"Okay, you fight."
This development was different from what Sang Zhi had imagined. She glanced at him, a little suspicious, but she didn't want to lose the battle, so she could only open the address book slowly.
Looking at her actions, Sang Yan said calmly: "After the beating, it's my turn."
"I'm not doing anything bad." Sang Zhi frowned, "What are you going to tell your parents about me?"
"I didn't mean you." Sang Yanpi said with a smile, "I meant beating."
"..."
"It's okay, you can file a complaint." Sang Yan stood up, closed the window, and closed the curtains at the same time, "Say everything you want to say, whatever you want to say, it's my turn after you finish."
The room instantly became dark, like a prelude to the coming rain.
Sang Zhi lost most of her confidence and began to feel uneasy: "...If you hit me, dad will beat you to death when he comes back."
"Okay." Sang Yan didn't care, "I'll wait for him to come back and beat me to death."
"..."
Sang Yan didn't look at her, looked around the living room, then picked up the feather duster placed on the TV, silently made two gestures in his hand, and said slowly: "Kid, do you want brother to come over, or do you want to come by yourself?"
Sang Zhi stared at the thing in his hand and didn't answer.
Sang Yan didn't seem to want her to respond: "How about brother come over?"
Realizing that the situation was reversed, Sang Zhi suddenly called him: "Brother."
Sang Yan responded leisurely: "Okay, brother will go there in person."
Watching him walking over in one step or two, Sang Zhi was silent for two seconds, staring at him with one eye, and said very well, "I was wrong."
"..."
"I'm sorry, brother, I will never do this again."
"..."
It's quite possible to use the wind to steer the ship.
"It would have been fine if it had been like this." Sang Yan had always been soft-spoken and threw away the feather duster, "Be obedient every day and don't always go against me. My brother will bring you delicious food every day, do you understand?"
Sang Zhi said unconvinced.
Sang Yan: "Then I'm going out?"
Sang Zhi turned to look at him and suddenly asked: "Brother, who are you going out to play with?"
Sang Yan put on her shoes for the third time and said casually: "Roommate."
Sang Zhi: "Oh."
"Is there anything else? Do your homework at home." Sang Yan said, "Don't go into the kitchen and don't cook anything by yourself. There is so much food at home. You can take care of it when you are hungry. You can also go out to buy food if you want.
, call me if you have anything."
"..."
"Also." Sang Yan scratched his cheek and added, "Don't open the door for anyone casually."
Sang Zhi nodded.
After a while, Sang Yan went out.
There was a crisp sound of closing the door at the entrance, and then everything fell silent.
The cartoon on TV had ended and the ending music was playing. Sang Zhi felt a little bored and threw the potato chips on the coffee table, then turned off the TV and went to the toilet to wash her hands.
I think of the word "roommate" in Sang Yan's mouth.
The tip of Sang Zhi's heart felt like it was scratched, gently, itching. It felt like the opportunity was close at hand, and could be grasped with a single grasp. The impulse surged up in an instant, and was suppressed in an instant.
She took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and drank it in small sips.
Sang Zhi returned to the room.
Yin Zhenru happened to call her: "Sang Zhi!"
Sang Zhi: "What are you doing?"
"It's Fu Zhengchu's birthday next week." Yin Zhenru said, "They said they wanted to go sing K together and asked if you wanted to go."
"What day is next week?"
"Tuesday."
"Oh." Sang Zhi said, "I'll take a look then."
"Are you planning to prepare a gift for Fu Zhengchu?"
"Do you still need to prepare gifts?" Sang Zhi thought for a moment, "Then I don't have time."
"..." Yin Zhenru said speechlessly, "I didn't say it was necessary. Isn't this someone's birthday? Just be prepared, otherwise you will go there without bringing anything. It will feel so embarrassing."
"I think so too," Sang Zhi said seriously, "so I won't go."
"But there must be no one prepared for it!" Yin Zhenru didn't want to go alone and said hurriedly, "You don't have to pay too much attention to this. In the worst case, I will tell you when the time comes that the share I prepared will be bought by both of us."
Sang Zhi pulled out a comic book from the bookshelf: "Let's talk about it then. Aren't you going to a cram school?"
"Ah!" Yin Zhenru's tone suddenly became anxious, "I forgot! I won't tell you anymore, I'm going out!"
With that said, she hung up the phone.
Sang Zhi lay on the bed and flipped through her address book again. When she saw the number she noted as "Duan xx", she hesitantly clicked on the interface for sending text messages. Her fingers moved and then stopped.
If so, what content should be posted?
Happy holidays?
But recently it seems that there is only one Army Day that just passed.
Then - belated blessing, I wish you a happy Army Day!
"..."
Seems a little strange.
Or pretend to have sent the wrong text message.
It seems quite deliberate.
How about giving Sang Yan a call and saying that he wants to go see him? Maybe we can meet him.
Sang Zhi put away her cell phone and began to think about all kinds of things while reading the comic book. After a long time, she threw away the comic book, hid herself under the quilt, and began to prepare for drowsiness in the afternoon.
So why meet.
There seems to be nothing good about meeting him. He always plays tricks on me, and there is such a big age difference. When talking to him, I feel like there is a generation gap and there is no common language at all.
Might as well sleep at home.
right.
Who is he?
Before going to sleep - he! Count! How old! How old!
Sang Zhi got up and drank some more water to quench all her impulses. She lay back on the bed with satisfaction, stared at the ceiling, and suddenly began to hypnotize herself: "This shouldn't be that."
"He's quite good-looking. If you see a good-looking person on the street, everyone will look at it a few more times. Even if it's a good-looking dog, you'll want to go over and pet it."
The air froze for a moment.
Sang Zhi breathed out and continued the hypnosis: "Maybe I really have that thing, but maybe I meet someone who is better-looking, so I will change that to others."
"For example, if we can't meet you now, I wouldn't particularly want to meet you." Sang Zhi nodded and brainwashed himself, "This proves that such feelings are very hypocritical."
After saying this, she felt a little more relaxed, lay back down again, and continued reading comics.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep lying on the book.
After an unknown amount of time, the cell phone on the bedside table rang.
The ringing continued for dozens of seconds before Sang Zhi was woken up. She opened her sleepy eyes and stared at it blankly for several seconds, then took the phone and turned off the call.
Then came another bombardment of phone calls.
Sang Zhi was in a daze on the bed for a while. When the ring rang for the third time, he answered the phone lazily: "Hello?"
Sang Yan's slightly impatient voice sounded on the other end: "What are you doing? How many times have you failed?"
"I'm going to sleep." Sang Zhi was also unhappy, "If I hang up once, you shouldn't call me again."
Sang Yan snorted: "If I don't hit you, you'll have to complain again, right? Get up quickly, I'm having dinner with my friends out, do you want to come over, or should I pack it back for you."
Before Sang Zhi could answer.
Another voice suddenly sounded on the other end: "Hey, Duan Jiaxu seems to be working as a tutor nearby. Do you want to ask him to join us?"
Sang Yan: "Whatever."
"Then I called."
Sang Zhi pursed her lips, took back the words she was about to say, and whispered, "I'll eat with you."
Sang Yan: "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Sang Zhi got up and found the most reasonable reason, "I'm hungry, and it's too late for you to pack up."
"Okay, you change clothes." Sang Yan said, "I'll call you and come back down."
After hanging up the phone, Sang Zhi walked to the closet, looked at the clothes inside, and took a skirt to change into. Sang Zhi went to the bathroom to wash her face, and just when Sang Yan called, she quickly put on her shoes and went out.
Sang Zhi entered the elevator.
I don't know if it was because she slept too much, but she always felt a little uncomfortable after waking up.
Especially the abdomen.
Sang Zhi thought she might have diarrhea and regretted not going to the toilet just now.
She walked out of the door downstairs and saw Sang Rong's car at a glance. Sang Yan was sitting in the driver's seat, and there was a fat man sitting next to her.
Sang Zhi walked over and got into the trunk.
The man in the passenger seat turned around and said hello to her: "Little sister, do you still remember me?"
It's Sang Yan's roommate, Qian Fei.
Sang Zhi nodded.
Sang Yan looked back at Sang Zhi and said, "Fasten your seat belt."
After watching Sang Zhi fasten his seat belt, Sang Yan started the car.
Because she was going out with Sang Yan, Sang Zhi didn't bring anything but her mobile phone. She glanced at her mobile phone, then looked out the window and asked, "Where are we going now?"
Qian Fei: "Go pick up the other brother."
Sang Zhi nodded and said nothing.
Sang Yan glanced at Qian Fei: "Call him and ask where he is."
"He said it's at the bus stop in the East Square -" At this point, Qian Fei pointed not far away, "Hey, is that the one?"
Hearing this, Sang Yan looked in the direction Qian Fei pointed, and then drove over.
The car stopped. Looking through the window, Sang Zhi saw Duan Jiaxu walking over, then opened the door of the trunk and sat next to her. She subconsciously lowered her eyes and looked away.
Qian Fei muttered from the front: "Do you tutor high school students?"
Duan Jiaxu responded lazily, and there was no other sound after that.
Sang Zhi secretly observed him with her peripheral vision.
He seemed a little tired. He leaned on the seat as soon as he got in the car, with his eyes half-closed and fine hair scattered on his forehead. He looked inexplicably decadent. The dim yellow streetlight shone on his body, making the light and shadow intertwined and obscure.
Half a while passed.
Duan Jiaxu suddenly raised his eyelids and looked over.
It seemed to catch her gaze.
Somewhat caught off guard.
Sang Zhi subconsciously grabbed the hem of her skirt, fearing that she would look guilty if she looked away, so she did not dodge. After looking at him for a few seconds, she lowered her head, pretending to be calm and calmly looking at her phone, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes playfully. He didn't know how he offended the child again. He sat up a little straighter, rested his elbows on the car window, and asked with a chuckle: "Child, why don't you call someone?"
?”
Sang Zhi glanced at him and said obediently: "Brother."
Qian Fei turned around again and said unwillingly: "Hey, why didn't you call me?"
Sang Zhi paused and called again: "Hello, brother."
As if he didn't hear Qian Fei's words, Duan Jiaxu stared at Sang Zhi, his eyes bright and bright, born with blatant seduction, but he didn't seem to have that intention.
He didn't seem to hear clearly and suddenly asked: "How is brother?"
Sang Zhi was puzzled: "It's just that my brother is good."
Hearing this, Duan Jiaxu let out a long breath of laughter. This time he seemed to hear clearly, tilted his head, and repeated leisurely: "Brother is so handsome?"
"..."
"No wonder -" Duan Jiaxu suddenly approached Sang Zhi, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I blush when I see my brother."