Redemption in the night

Chapter 33 Fate, Wonderful
Mengshi hurriedly hung up the phone, then stared at the dialed number page in a daze.

It's him?

It's him!

It's him.

Immediately afterwards, the scene of that afternoon gradually emerged in my mind, a sunny boy with a clean face, well-defined features, tall figure, and good proportions came into my mind.

Thinking of his stepping forward that afternoon, thinking of his initiative to prove to her that afternoon, the warm current in her heart was no longer afraid of being imprisoned by herself, and the warmth flowed through her limbs.

Mengshi hesitated whether to change the remark name of [Oil Paper Umbrella] to [Xingyu]. After hesitating for a while, she finally did not change it.

But she changed the SOS emergency contact to Xingyu's phone number.

Holding the mobile phone, Mengshi looked at the three characters [oil-paper umbrella] in the first line of the most recent call, and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, Mengshi woke up from the alarm clock, and saw a message from Xingyu in the next second: [Good morning, sister Shi. 】

Meng Shi smiled knowingly, and replied: [Good morning. 】

【Did you sleep soundly last night?Did you dream about me? ] Xingyu asked, adding a slightly embarrassing smiley emoji after the text.

Meng Shi lowered her eyes and smiled again: [I have dreamed. 】

【Really?Did it really happen? ] Xingyu was very excited.

In fact, Mengshi didn't dream of Xingyu last night, she rarely slept through it last night, but thinking of the string of phone numbers, isn't it just as incredible as a dream?
Just when Mengshi was about to reply, Xingyu sent another message: [Actually, I dreamed about Sister Shi last night. In the dream of heavy traffic, I kept chasing Sister Shi and calling her Miss Sister, Miss Sister. 】

Looking at this passage, Meng Shi couldn't help but chuckle, isn't this dream the same as when he was about to tell her the phone number back then!

However, Mengshi didn't tell Xingyu about the "indescribable fate" between the two of them, but just asked: [Do you often call Miss Sister when you catch people on the road? 】

【No no no!How can it be!How could a straight mother-fetal man like me behave in such a enlightening way! ] Xingyu immediately retorted.

Meng Shi suppressed her smile and continued to ask: 【Really? 】

[Actually, there was once. ] Xingyu replied, [I met a kind-hearted young lady in Hangzhou, where Sister Shi lives. At that time, I chased after her and called her young lady. 】

【oh? 】While walking towards the bathroom, Mengshi had such a doubt.

[Didn’t I mention it to Sister Shi before, I traveled to the south with my parents before entering university, and the last stop was to Hangzhou.Hangzhou in August is full of enthusiasm, and the West Lake is full of lotus leaves, which is too beautiful to behold, but it is not as beautiful as the little sister who is kneeling on the hot asphalt road and racing against time to do CPR for a fainting grandmother. 】

Xingyu recalled and replied, 【Nowadays many people are afraid of being bumped and dare not stand up, but that young lady rushed over without any hesitation.Standing in the crowd, I admired her actions. It was really hot at that time, and I thought I could do something for her. At the moment when she was about to faint from the heat, I rushed over with an oiled paper umbrella! 】

【Oil, paper, umbrella? 】Although Mengshi uttered interrogative sentences, what was reflected in the bathroom mirror was a dimple that couldn't be hidden.

While scratching his head, Xingyu replied discouragedly: [I knew it, I knew that oil-paper umbrella ruined my tall and stalwart image. 】

【No no no!Very distinctive, really. ] Mengshi did not lie, otherwise she would not have used the oil-paper umbrella to note the phone number of that chance meeting.

(End of this chapter)