In order to prevent Ye Lin from really being unwell in the afternoon because he didn't eat lunch, Wen Xun had to buy some food, and according to what he said, he went downstairs in bedroom No. 2.

Just as he was about to send him a message saying that he was here, Ye Lin had already appeared in front of her and reached out to take the snack.

"You're really here, I thought you'd starve me. ”

Wen Xun ignored him, but confirmed that there was no one else around him. After confirming that it was only him, Wen Xun breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, it was okay, but if someone saw it, it would be even more intelligible.

"The snacks were also delivered, so I'm leaving. Wen Xun turned around to leave, but Ye Lin quickly followed, asking her if she was free during the Mid-Autumn Festival and if she wanted to go out with him.

"I'm not sure what will happen after that long time. Wen Xun said, "But I guess I don't have time." ”

She continued to walk forward, and Ye Lin did not follow again.

Walking downstairs in her bedroom, Wen Xunwu sighed to herself - she actually felt quite sorry for treating Ye Lin with such an indifferent attitude, but if she was too warm and friendly, making Ye Lin mistakenly think that she meant pandering, it would be even worse.

The previous misunderstanding by Xu Siyuan was a lesson, and she didn't want to make the same mistake again. It is better to treat people you don't like, clear retreat and rejection, than to refuse.

Back in the bedroom, Wen Xun took out wet wipes and wanted to wipe off the Doraemon pattern on the meal card, but the kind of marker used by Ye Lin was more stubborn, no matter how she wiped it, the pattern only faded faintly, and there was no sign of disappearing. was about to change into a makeup remover for a new round of fighting, her mobile phone suddenly rang, picked it up and looked at it, the caller ID read: Old Jiang.

She pressed on.

"Hello?"

"Wen Xun, I had a bad attitude towards you last time, and I apologize to you. I'm sorry. ”

"......" Wen Xun had just pulled the makeup remover out of the package at this time, and it was useless to wipe it twice. She threw the cotton pad in the trash. "It's okay, I know you're stressed and have a bad temper, so you didn't take it to heart. ”

"Whether you take it to heart or not, I still have to say what I have to say, and I can't let you cool down naturally. ”

Wen Xun smiled, "Yes, then why didn't you say it right away, after so long, I've already cooled down." ”

"I haven't thought about it yet......

"Alright, alright. Wen Xun didn't want to worry about a few words anymore, "Forgive me." ”

After chatting a few more words, Wen Xun hung up the phone, and the bad mood that was tangled in his heart was finally evacuated. Emotions do consume themselves over time, but the bell must be tied to the bell, if you don't say it, your heart will always seem to be blocked with a ball of cotton.

Wen Xun opened WeChat and saw Jiang Xiangyang send her a link to an app and a string of sharing codes.

She replied: What is it?

Jiang Xiangyang replied: The app made by my friend is still in the testing stage. Don't you like to keep a diary, this is equivalent to two people sharing a diary, and we can keep it together in the future.

He added, "I've been remembering this for a while."

Wen Xun clicked on the link, downloaded the app called "Little Planet", and entered the sharing code that Jiang Xiangyang gave her. The interface slowly warmed from the cool blue of the ocean, and finally turned into a tidal wave reflected by the sun.

"The opening animation is good. Wen Xun edited such a sentence and sent it to Jiang Xiangyang.

Jiang Xiangyang: ...... I'm not calling you to help with the assessment.

Wen Xun: Huh, didn't you say that it was still in the testing stage, didn't you let me test it together?

Jiang Xiangyang: Just click on it and take a look.

Wen Xun clicked on the interface of the small planet again, and with a light touch of the screen, the tide dispersed, leaving two shells. The shell on the left has "Old Ginger" written on it, and the shell on the right has "Xiao Xun" written on it. She knew that Jiang Xiangyang must have done it, and she couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

Click on the shell with "Old Ginger" written on it, and what catches your eye is a diary. He has indeed been writing for a while, probably because he is not in the habit of keeping a diary, and he is busy every day, and the contents of the diary are very short, but he writes every day.

Wen Xun flipped to the earliest one, Jiang Xiangyang wrote: I spent my birthday with Xiao Xun, happy. This stupid girl bought me a very expensive gift, and at the end of the month, she is going to cry poor with her parents, right?

On the first day he started to be busy, he wrote: Today is too busy, and I won't finish work until three o'clock. I'm afraid that going back so late will scare her, so I live in the company. It's strange that I have lived in the company dormitory so many times, but now I feel uncomfortable. I miss her, I want to go home.

Wen Xun remembered that night, in order to wait for him, he didn't sleep all night. She was still very angry, why didn't he say a word and didn't come back, it turned out that it was because he was afraid of arguing with her good dreams.

The two of them, one is afraid of disturbing each other's work and does not dare to send a message to ask, and the other is not afraid of disturbing each other's rest and does not dare to go back to home.

Wen Xun shook his head and smiled helplessly.

She continued to scroll down.

On the day they quarreled, he wrote: I always think that if we work harder, we can get closer to our beautiful future, but I forget the present. If every moment is painful and struggling, then how can a "good future" exist? But how do you balance it? How to talk about love? I seem to be too stupid.

On her first day back in the dormitory, he wrote: Her "The other party is typing..." flashed for a long time, not knowing what she wanted to say but didn't say. I was angry at her awkwardness, but I wrote and deleted and deleted and wrote, and finally said nothing. I'm so angry, we're alike.

Today, he wrote only one sentence: miss her.

Wen Xun blinked, and tears that he couldn't wait for fell on the phone screen. She didn't know exactly why she was crying, anyway, when she loved someone, there would be more tears.

Jiang Xiangyang seemed to have calculated the time, and sent a WeChat message just right: Have you finished reading it?

Wen Xun: Hmm.

Jiang Xiangyang: You also have to remember to write.

Wen Xun: Okay.

Jiang Xiangyang: Don't speak so briefly, it's scary.

Wen Xun smiled and replied: Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Jiang Xiangyang: ......

Wen Xun quit WeChat and opened the interface of Xiaoxing again. This time, she clicked on the shell that belonged to her, and wrote down her first shared diary with Jiang Xiangyang on it.

She also only wrote a short sentence: We have our own little planet, happy.