I'd love to live next door to you

In the dark dormitory, all the other roommates have gone to bed.

Han Yi laughs and stares at the black ceiling for a long time, then silently takes his cell phone down from his ear.

She would like to send a few more messages to Zhang Cheng, and would like to ask him not to do so, but she held her mobile phone and read it for a long time, but she failed to type a word.

…

It's almost 12 o'clock in the evening when we arrive in Shanghai.

When getting off the plane, Zhang Cheng felt the mobile phone in his pocket shaking. He was carrying things with both hands. Because someone was following him, he didn't stop to answer the phone, but went straight along with the flow of people.

After entering the airport, Zhang Cheng found that the mobile phone in his pocket did not respond. Knowing that it was not an important thing, he went directly to the waiting area.

Taking a taxi, Zhang Cheng, while telling the driver the name of the hotel he was going to, fumbled out his mobile phone from his pocket. When he saw the name of the caller, he was slightly stunned. After a while, he unlocked the screen and clicked into the mobile phone homepage.

There are many unread messages in the SMS office. She sent them after clicking in

Zhang Cheng looks at the news one by one. At the end of the day, he can't help tightening his lips. He holds the fingertips of his mobile phone, hesitates a little. Several times, it seems that he has put some points on the screen, but every time, he receives them back. When the phone pops up a warning of insufficient power, Zhang Cheng returns to his mind. He presses the lock screen button, as if he doesn't see those messages, and then he sends the phone back to the user Tucked it back in the pocket.

Arriving at the hotel, having checked in, Zhang Cheng took a bath and lay on his bed at one o'clock in the morning.

He was very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy. He was lying in bed for a long time, but he couldn't fall asleep. At last, he had to get up with his cell phone which was charged with electricity.

He looked at the news at will, looked at it, and then ordered the text message. When he was back, he had been staring at the string of messages sent by Han Yixiao for a long time.

How did Zhang Cheng fall asleep? He didn't know. He only knew that when the alarm clock woke him up the next day, he had a bad headache because he didn't sleep enough.

After two minutes of keeping his eyes closed, he got up, washed and dressed neatly. While wearing his watch, he glanced at his cell phone. Except for the Shanghai Branch, Han Yixiao was very quiet there. He didn't make a phone call or send a message.

After wearing his watch, Zhang Cheng quit Han Yixiao's SMS page, took his mobile phone and computer, went downstairs to have breakfast and went to the branch office.

At the end of the morning meeting, it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Zhang Cheng refused the proposal of having a dinner together with his colleagues in the Shanghai Branch. He stayed in the meeting room of the branch office, talked with the Secretary in Beijing on the phone, and ordered takeout with his mobile phone.

After hang up the phone, Zhang Cheng's take out hasn't been ordered yet, but the mobile page turns into Han Yixiao's SMS dialog box without his awareness.

Zhang Cheng stared at the screen for a few seconds, then cut to take out app.

…

Zhang Cheng stayed in Shanghai for a week. In this week, in addition to the night he left, Han Yixiao sent him a lot of text messages and made a lot of phone calls. In the following days, he disappeared from the world and never bothered him.

(I'm sorry to write a new book in the afternoon. I'm so glad to write it now. Hehe ~)