The melody of "PorUnaCabeza" wafts through the car. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know why, this piece appeared at this time, but I have to admit that the appearance of this piece liberated me from the restless and quiet atmosphere and calmed down in the music.

In this way, along with this melody, my day of rest from work ended hastily.

In the past few days, the days have been very peaceful.

As for the distraction in the summer, it may be that the previous conversation played a role, allowing her to control the appearance of her situation, so that in the following days, there was no similar situation.

Since the situation no longer arises, I don't bother to continue to search for the cause, after all, my first task is not to solve the problem of summer distraction, but to complete the agreement with the white-haired old man. So, again, I shifted my focus back to fiction.

"How? How is the novel written? ”

The white-haired old man appeared in front of me again, as if he was on duty.

"It's being written, is there something wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just coming to see you."

"Since it's okay, let's leave quickly, don't bother me."

"You! It's still so rushed, it's really time to fix this problem! ”

"You have to take care of it!" I rolled my eyes at the white-haired old man.

Then, the white-haired old man paced back and forth in front of me, as if thinking about a problem, but the way he walked around made me a little upset.

So, I complained to him, "Old man, you do this every time, are you annoyed?" If you have something to say, just say it, don't be like an old woman! ”

The white-haired old man stopped and said with a smile, "I'm not here to get your attention!" ”

"Hehe, congratulations! You did it! ”

"I actually just want to ask, did you figure out what happened last time?"

"What happened last time?"

"I'm just letting you see and remember that."

"Don't mention that to me, as soon as you mention it, I will have a headache!"

Hearing me say this, the white-haired old man looked ashamed and a little embarrassed, and then after a pause, he continued: "You are going to end this matter? ”

I stopped typing on the keyboard and looked up at the white-haired old man, "What's wrong with that?" The girl in the summer is not in a daze now, and the matter is over, so why waste time trying to figure it out? ”

"Isn't it necessary?"

"Is it necessary? Will it help me write a novel? ”

The white-haired old man smiled, didn't say anything more, and then turned to leave.

Before leaving, he turned his back and said to me quietly: "It's late autumn, it's time for winter, if you don't do something, this day will really get cold." ”

The white-haired old man's words made me feel a little inexplicable, according to his meaning, it seems that as long as I do something, I can stop the alternation of the seasons and prevent the weather from getting colder, isn't this completely in the Arabian Nights!

While I was thinking about it, the white-haired old man had quietly left.

This old man is like this every time, and it is almost the same routine every time. Without you noticing, he suddenly appeared beside you, and then talked a lot with you, and finally turned around and walked away without saying a word, and before leaving, he would definitely leave an inexplicable sentence.

Sometimes, I really think that this old man is the NPC created by God when he was bored, and his words and deeds are according to the designed program, so every time he appears, the routine will be so similar.

Regardless of this old man, instead of wasting time on him, I should put more effort into writing, after all, this is my top priority.

I wanted to concentrate on writing, but it seemed that God didn't want to go my way. Because I found that the summer has become a little strange again since the beginning of these two days. It can't be described as strange, to be precise, it should be a little haggard, and it feels like her mental condition is not very good.

In addition to finding that the mental condition of the summer began to deteriorate, I also found that this girl, who has always been strict in her work, has often made mistakes recently. When you go out on an errand and buy something, there are often things that are missed. Other small mistakes are also endless.

During this period of time, she started to do things, as if she had lost her soul, and she didn't care about big and small things, but none of them did it well.

I'm really speechless for this girl, it's only been a few days since she was stable, and a new situation has begun to appear. But fortunately, it hasn't affected my writing for the time being, so I didn't pay much attention to her current malaise, at most I reminded her to pay more attention to rest.

One night, as soon as I left work in the summer, my phone rang.

I picked up my phone and saw that it was a call from an unfamiliar number, so I hung up directly. After all, my mobile phone number, no one else knows except Summer, and the one who will call me is either a salesman or a scammer.

But not long after the phone hung up, this strange number called again, I picked up the phone again, and hung it up again without hesitation.

But what I didn't expect was that this strange number called again for the third time, and the tenacity of this perseverance was somewhat unexpected to me.

I picked up my phone again and struggled with whether or not to pick it up, but I ended up hanging up, because I didn't want to waste a conversation with a stranger I didn't know.

This time, the unfamiliar number didn't call again. But that doesn't mean it's given up on harassing me, it's just a different way, from phone calls to texting.

The SMS prompt bell rang, and I impatiently picked up my phone and opened the SMS. Seriously, people are really strange creatures, obviously they don't want to answer this stranger's phone call, they don't want to have contact with strangers, but they will open and read the text messages sent without resistance.

The text message was not much, just a few words, "I'm a friend of the summer, and I want to talk to you." ”

After reading the text message, I subconsciously remembered the very good-looking and somewhat cute man who accompanied her when I came to my house for the first time in the summer before, could it be him? If it's him, then what's the matter with him looking for me?

Just when my heart was full of doubts, the unfamiliar number called again.

I looked at the unfamiliar number on my phone's screen, hesitated for a few seconds, and then picked it up.

"Hello, thank you for answering my call." A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

His opening remarks were very respectful and polite, and this conversation was very much in line with the man who looked Sven, so that I unconsciously connected the man on the other end of the phone with the man who looked Sven.