(The title is a serious face, from the salted fish gaze on the eve of the Guanggui Festival!) Aha...... Ha, ha......

Xiaoling: The author cried. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Song: What's the matter, I'm obviously laughing.

Mu Qian: Tsk, what is he doing with torches and gasoline? ）

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For the first time, the house was empty.

Looking at the familiar little home, there were no familiar lights lit up, and Mu Qian was a little empty.

This emptiness is a manifestation of human nature.

Mu Qian sat on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling in the classical decorative style, letting his mind try to empty his ......

Human beings are social creatures, and it is difficult to live a normal life without leaving the group, and it is difficult to be satisfied mentally and materially.

Fortunately, such nights are rare, and Mu Qian has only encountered them three or four times...... It was the parents who wanted to let them go out to enjoy the mountains and rivers with their children, and there were a few times when Mu Qian didn't want to go out and stayed at home.

The house attribute is simply bursting.

After locking the doors and windows, grabbing some snacks and drinks, and holding a few comics that he had found time to buy during the day, Mu Qian decided to enjoy the night.

When he lay on his bed unscrupulously, feeling the softness of the mattress, and smelling the fragrance of the clean sheets that his mother had changed for him in the morning, his heart was satisfied......

Sure enough, my bed was comfortable......

Mom and Dad and Xiao Ling won't be back until tomorrow night, and as soon as Mu Qian opened the first page of this set of comic books, a tinkling text message beep rang.

Mother's number, Xiaoling's text message.

'Brother! Guess what I ate tonight! ’

'What? ’

'Steak! Wow Ka Ka! Don't let you come out again! ’

Mu Qian wants to remind me that there is something called communication software, which does not need to spend phone bills for SMS chatting.

But then he thought that if he said that, it might hurt Xiao Ling's self-esteem a little...... She always wanted to have a mobile phone, but her parents wouldn't let her ......

Mu Qian ignored this problem.

Reading comics, eating snacks, lying on the bed, and chatting with Xiaoling from time to time...... It was a perfect night.

Looking at the comics, Mu Qian was a little stunned, flipped through the address book of his mobile phone to the recent call, and found the numbers of the missed calls.

This is evidence that Song Shijing had called before and he didn't answer.

Saving her mobile phone number and saving the nickname of 'Stupid No. 1' is also very appropriate.

I thought about it......

I thought about it again......

After sending a few messages to Xiao Ling, Mu Qian finally sent a text message to Miss Song.

'What are you doing?' ’

The neat handwriting, the proper use of punctuation, and the ability to express the tone correctly can make a good text message!

Song Shijing replied in seconds: 'I'll go ......'

A 'I'll go' fully expresses Song Shijing's unexplained excitement at that moment after receiving Mu Qian's text message.

Before Mu Qian could reply, Song Shijing's text message came again:

'Sorry sorry, I just slipped my hand!' Didn't expect you to text me, hahaha......'

swept her eyes, there should be more than thirty haha behind, it's really rare for her to have such a hand speed.

Mu Qian: 'The teacher said that girls who like to laugh are beautiful, but girls who laugh a lot are prone to laughing at themselves as neurotics. ’

Song Shijing: 'It's okay, my nervous system and mental state are extremely healthy. What's the matter, Xiao Qianqian, why did you suddenly remember to text your sister? ’

"It's a little boring, let's see if you're fighting on the front line of protecting people's safety," Mu Qian thought for a moment, and added a saluting emoji.

In a luxurious suite in a hotel somewhere in the middle of the town, Song Shijing, who was lying on the bed in her pajamas, held her mobile phone high in both hands, waiting for the text message to jump out of the new frame.

She had a sweet smile on her lips, although if Mu Qian saw it, she would definitely be labeled as 'stupid'.

"Are there any new developments in the investigation?" Song Shijing smacked her lips and regarded this as Mu Qian's pure concern for herself......

Fingers quickly clicked on the screen, and in a short period of time, a large paragraph of words was typed. Obviously, this sister has also practiced, and when she was trained in the demon slayer organization before, she was lazy to play with her mobile phone in class!

"Yet, no, find, ...... That guy, but the beautiful girl's amazing sixth sense tells me that person must be showing up soon! He saved me last time......"

She was reading the contents of her text message and pressed the send button casually.

Once?

Is it once?

It's been three or four times!

Mu Qian smacked his lips helplessly, threw away his phone, and began to continue flipping through comic books.

Like, he just wanted to know if he was exposed, texting clichés...... Looking at this silly white sweet girl's reply, you can conclude that her identity has not been leaked by the uncle.

Even if it is leaked, it only shows that he is not an ordinary person, and it is not the identity of the demon king that is directly exposed. So Mu Qian is still calm and relaxed, and if he really can't do it, he will erase some of some people's memories......

Although he relied too much on strength, he was a little contrary to his original intention of being a new person.

"Strange, why didn't you go back?" Song Shijing muttered, holding her mobile phone and began to flip through it.

Waited for five minutes and didn't reply to the text message; After waiting for ten minutes, there was still no text reply; Waited for half an hour......

Song Shijing, who was holding her mobile phone high, closed her delicate eyelids in a daze, and the mobile phone slipped from her hand and smashed on her face with a snap.

It hurts to watch.

"Shhh...... Ha! It hurts! ”

She was refreshed.

"Damn! aroused Miss Ben's desire to chat, and the bastard who ignored people! She picked up her phone and began to poke it violently, as if in retaliation for its shameless act of smashing herself.

Enter, delete, re-enter, delete...... In the process, her little anger turned into a little apprehension.

It seems that after a long mental journey, the torture and struggle of the boundless sea of suffering, when this text message is sent, she only feels exhausted, tired and unloved.

Ding!

Mu Qian picked up his mobile phone and looked at the text message that Song Shijing had spent more than ten minutes writing......

'Sleeping? ’

Punching a corner on the page, Mu Qian turned over and lay on the bed, began to chat with Xiao Ling, and replied to Song Shijing casually: "No, I am counseling my sister's mental health, she seems to have encountered a pervert during the day." ’

Sure enough, Xiao Ling told his brother about meeting the beautiful big sister and taking away the discarded tissues.

Mu Qian didn't see the beautiful team leader who had regained his soul, and he didn't think much about it, but just comforted his sister: "It's okay, there are actually a lot of perverts in this world, but some people hide in their hearts and some people talk about it." You have to learn to discern and protect yourself. ’

Song Shijing just sent a message: 'Perverted? How is Sister Xiaoling? Where is the pervert, I carry the perverted insecticide! ’

Mu Qian was just about to reply, but Xiao Ling's message also came back: "Hmph, the brother who always rejects his sister is not a good brother!" (Delete it if you send it, you won't let your mother see it, hehe). ’

Song Shijing posted again: "Where is the contact information of Sister Xiaoling, let me, a confidant big sister, comfort her!" ’

Xiao Ling: "Brother, do you like to chat with your sister?" ’

Song Shijing: 'That pervert shouldn't be you, right?' Sister control! ’

Ding, ding, ding......

Before Mu Qian could reply, another one popped up one after another.

It's not that his hand speed is not fast enough, it's that these two girls seem to have made an appointment, and they exert their strength at the same time!

The quick knife cut through the mess, Mu Qian's fingers frantically pressed, and the two text messages plugged in their wings and flew into the distance on the radio waves.

But after he pressed the send button a second time, his hand suddenly shook, and he lay there with his mouth open.

Broken, two text messages got the wrong person!

Can this thing be withdrawn? Shut down the operation at the fastest speed, and after turning on the mobile phone, it still shows that it has been sent successfully and the words that have been read by the other party......

It seems that I can't withdraw it, what should I do!

He remembered the text message that he had just replied to Song Shijing that should have been given to his sister, and a dead fish-like gaze appeared in his eyes......

"I'll go!"

……

The one who uses the elegant piano sound as a text message ringtone is, of course, an elegant and gentle mother.

Xiao Ling happily picked up her mother's mobile phone, opened the text message, and looked at the message that popped up in the blank dialog box - she immediately destroyed the evidence of the crime.

But Xiao Ling's mouth was flattened, and there was mist in his big eyes.

"Mom! My brother doesn't want me anymore! Woo...... Wow! ”

On the screen of the mobile phone, it was written: 'While playing.' ’

The piano sounded again, and the tears that Xiao Ling squeezed out were magically taken back.

'Sent to the wrong person!' ’

Xiao Ling: 'Hmph, I hate my brother! I can't concentrate on chatting with my sister! I slept good night! ’

Mu Qian all kinds of one-handed support.

In the small town hotel, Song Shijing suddenly rolled over and over on the bed with her mobile phone, rolling around, and kicked off the quilt.

'Of course I like ......'

How many definitions are there in Chinese? Song Shijing's face was slightly red, she bit her lip lightly, and picked up a pillow to cover her face.

How did you confess! What a shame!