"Have you finished writing? Before I finished writing, I hurried up and wrote. Didn't you hear your sister say that she had been training for a few days? Let your sister have a good rest. It's best to finish your homework today, even if it's until eleven o'clock. It's hard to say anything tomorrow, so I'll do it today. ”

"Got it, got it."

Xia Muqing responded.

Then he came back to his senses and said to Xia Suyuan: "Okay, then sister, you can sleep." I'll call you again when I get back. ”

"Okay."

So there was no more sound on the other side of the phone.

Xia Suyuan put the phone down. Wu Qianning, who was on the upper floor opposite, glanced sideways: "Family? ”

The girl said "um".

"I listen, I think you have a sister?"

"Yes, I have a sister. My sister. I'm eight years older than her. ”

"That's pretty happy. I have several older brothers, and they always bully me. It's hard. ”

"I don't have a brother at home."

The girl's tone was normal, but after Wu Qianning heard it, the whole person seemed to be stimulated.

She was lying on the bed in her original position, but she sat up straight from behind.

His eyes widened, as if he wanted to pop them out.

Then seeing that Xia Suyuan didn't react, she slowly fell back on the bed. From someone else's point of view, she just got up for a moment, as if there was some wonderful plot in the novel. Then I figured it out and slowly went back to reading the novel.

Only she knew what she was thinking.

**

On Saturday, Xia Suyuan slept in the dormitory until 12 o'clock at noon.

Because I slept for too long, the back of my neck was a little uncomfortable, but I didn't fall into the pillow, but I just froze. The main thing is that the head is somewhat clouded.

She likes to flip through her phone when she wakes up. Flipping back and forth. Aimless.

So when she inadvertently flipped to the phone page, Du Yuzhou's name in it crossed up little by little with her flipping.

For the past week, in fact, every night when she was lying in bed, she would take out her phone and turn to this page that belonged to him, and then wanted to send him a message. But often don't know what to post.

So what often happens is that she has already started to click on the small box for editing text messages, pressing her fingers back and forth, typing a row of words, and finally deleting them all.

"Good night"?

Or ...... "What did you do today"?

It doesn't feel like it's quite right.

After all, it was the first time to text him for the first time, and this sense of ritual still had to be there.

Solemn. And it makes sense.

She looked at the screen of her phone, her hands trembled, and she sent out a message that she didn't know when it was edited.

"I just did"

Just two words, apparently an unedited message.

She was immediately awakened by herself.

She never went crazy by getting drunk, but she didn't expect that this time, she actually took advantage of the fact that she had just woken up and was dizzy, and sent an unfinished defective product to Du Yuzhou with her hand trembling.

She looked at those two words, what she wanted to post at that time, and now she has no impression at all.

To put it bluntly, Xia Suyuan was very entangled at this time.

I don't know if it should be withdrawn.

Intellectually, she felt that this was not the first time that she should have sent a message to Du Yuzhou, and what she had sent was meaningless. But emotionally, there is a sense of relief.

It's as if she finally sent out the news, no matter what it was, in short, she took off the burden on her body.

I thought about it.

She closed her phone screen and exhaled heavily.