Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Qin Shiting: [Just went to take a bath.]

Then, less than two seconds later, another text message came in: [Happy Birthday.]

Happy Birthday!

Uh-huh?

Ahhhhhhhh...

I couldn't calm down my inner joy by holding my phone directly in my bed, watching the two texts on the screen over and over again, and checking the words on the texts in a very naive way, ten words!

These two have ten words!

Happy Birthday!!!

Life seems to be in full swing at this moment!

She forced herself to send a string of impulses to him, smiling face already close to the root of his ear, fingers poking as if calm poking very calm words: [hey, good night.]

And then there was a good night. Hey, mainly because she really couldn't express her inner joy. He should know she was happy, right?

After this time, I thought he would never come back, and it turned out to be still very quick: [Good night.]

I can't sleep anymore!

When I read the song, I put my phone aside, remember to recharge it, and then I went back to bed, and I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling and the beautiful chandelier on top, and I kept thinking about how he was going to text her back, was he going to take a bath? She returned before the bath, and after the bath she returned.

So he's naked or not?

Wait a minute. What the hell is she thinking?

The song lifted its hand and held its reddish face, resting on the pillow for a long time before calming down the mood as if it were soaking in a honeypot.

Later, even though the phone was charging, I held it in my arms all night, and only in the middle of the night did I put it back and fell asleep because I felt that the phone was a little hot to hold because of charging.

She also had a dream.

I dreamed that Qin Shiting came out of the bathroom with only a white bath towel around her lower body, picked up her phone and saw her picture, then slightly snapped up her pretty lips and sent her four words - Happy Birthday.

How could it be such a beautiful dream, knowing that it was a dream she didn't even want to wake up, watching the beautiful boy in detail in the dream, looking at his back, when he put down his phone and turned around, she quickly covered her eyes, yet at this moment the dream mirror was awakened by a noisy alarm.

She opened her eyes violently, raised her hand and pressed the cell phone alarm clock, then pillowed back to want to continue dreaming, at least finish the dream, but closing her eyes was useless.

When I read the song, I opened my eyes helplessly, and I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It was over 6: 00 in the morning.

Every year, on the second day after her birthday, she walks with her parents to the homes of several relatives, because these days of walking among relatives are still estimated to last two or three days during the New Year of Spring Festival.

There are two aunts and the aunt's home is far away, in the neighboring province, because it is a nearby province, there is no need to fly over, so we need to get up and drive there early.

She was about to put her phone back and suddenly remembered what happened last night and brought it back. She opened the text message page carefully and saw the text messages yesterday.

His words and her words were in a row, as if they were chatting continuously.

When I followed my parents to the neighborhood during the day to save money, I took out my phone from time to time and looked at this text message chat record. I was even afraid that I would accidentally delete the record, so I had to turn it off carefully after a while, lest I delete it.

For a few days in a row, anything unhappy seemed like an eye-popping cigarette, and as soon as she took a look at the text transcript, she would be happy.

The school starts in a few days, she really misses the day when she can sit next to Qin Shiting every day.

Near the first two days of school, Mom and Dad had to go back to work to start their busy schedule, not fly to the US, but go to the branch office in Singapore for two months, and then continue to go to the US, which, it is estimated, will not necessarily be available until before her college entrance exam.

In the evening, while reading the song, I packed my schoolbag at the start of school the day after tomorrow. I thought I was about to see Qin Shiting again. I laughed at the corner of my mouth and was completely unaffected by my parents going abroad.

Even if she knew that because she rarely accompanied her, she was used to the fact that they were not in the country, and that her parents would not be able to touch her anger and sadness switch too much, she had never seen her happy before school, had a smile on her face overnight, even when she was eating.

“What have you been having all night?” The lovely old mother who read the song, Ms. Yang Zhenzhen, really couldn't hold her breath, how could she not accompany her daughter anymore, but before leaving, she still wanted to care about her current life learning situation.

When I saw Mom push the door into her bedroom, I couldn't stop laughing at the corner of the song: “Nothing, I was just about to start school, I thought I'd meet my best friends and classmates right away, and I was in a good mood. ”

Ms. Yang Zhenzhen glanced at her and looked at her with a very sensitive sense of smell and asked: “You have always had a good relationship with your old classmates. I have never seen you so happy when you started school, and this is senior year. Didn't you scream before that you were dragged from heaven to hell overnight? Why are you so happy? ”

Thinking about the song, “Probably because I grew up and thought it would save me a year of learning more than anyone else, like stealing a year, a little bit of cheating. ”

“You got it.” Ms. Yang Zhenzhen sat by her bed, pressed and held her unfinished bag, and glanced at her cell phone by the bed: “Lately, I saw you holding your phone every day for fun, obviously there were no phone calls and text messages, the phone didn't sound, you could stare at the screen and have fun for half a day, tell me, isn't it in love? ”

“ …… ”

“Your father and I never objected to what you were supposed to do at a certain age. Didn't we have any objections when Tang Shao chased you before? Just tell you to protect yourself. The rest of you are grown up. You can choose for yourself. What else do you have to hide? ”

“... is not a romance. ”

“Not counting? ”

When reading the song, she could always be very straightforward about Tang Shao. As parents said, at any age, what was destined to happen. Eighteen years old is not early love, but after all, she is still a student, so some emotional things can only be buried beneath the surface, and many peers won't be ashamed to share it with others.

But she never had to hide anything from her parents.

But for Qin Shiting.

She suddenly found out.

There is actually a sense of shyness, I don't know how to describe the kind of shyness, even if she mentioned Qin Shiting's name in front of her mother, she would have a faster heartbeat.