Qin Wafan enjoyed every communication with Bai Pujia very much, and he was also very nostalgic.

Probably because her thoughts, which were different from his, were so clean that they didn't seem to be in touch with the vulgarity of society, like a magnet, attracting him more and more firmly, so that even if his eyes were not always on her, his mind was completely encircled by her.

Usually, he holds the microphone and listens to her sound like a spring and doesn't want to let go, but because she wants to rest at night, or she wants to take a lunch break at noon, or she wants to do something else, he has to rub his ears with the microphone again when he hears the "beep" sound that comes after she hangs up, and looks forward to the arrival of the next communication in the fantasy desire to never close the line or talk again immediately.

What he can do is to work harder to make money and work harder to improve his business communication skills in society.

He hoped that one day, he would be worthy of her.

He didn't know that in his efforts to close the gap, the difference between the two was getting bigger and bigger.

At that time, where did he understand that gaps and differences were two completely different concepts.

At that time, he thought that his worldliness and reality and her detachment and pursuit were the gap between him and her, and he was willing to be low to the dust in front of her.

No one told him that the distance between the front and back is the gap, and the left and right side by side are the difference.

If he could have seen the differences between him and her from a different perspective back then, and then he could really calm down and understand the consistency and difference between his and her thoughts and pursuits, seek common ground while reserving differences, be braver, and be braver.

If only he could see clearly the lack of her grasp of the present in life hidden in her refinement, and then fill in with his own different sense of reality; Or when he admires her spiritual height, he can use this to broaden his own spiritual horizons - perhaps, everything will be completely different.

For the love he wants, Lady Luck actually did not snub him, and even gave him a lot of opportunities to put in front of him, but he was too young, and his unilateral obsession has been pulling away the distance between him and her, but he didn't know it.

Time passed imperceptibly in Qin Wafan's silent attention to Bai Pujia.

He and her, who were originally standing side by side on the same starting line, are in opposite directions.

At nine o'clock on a Wednesday night in October, Qin Wafan called Bai Pujia's bedroom as usual.

He heard Bai Pujia's roommate pick up the phone, and heard her roommate telling her that there was a call to find her, and he saw her in the distance like a fleur with a dew, sitting curvily next to the fiery telephone, until his expectant voice came through the microphone in her hand, and he couldn't help but laugh as usual, and began to listen to her as usual.

"Wafan, I want to ask you, as a boy, if you send QQ messages to this girl every day and call her, does this mean that this boy likes this girl?"

When he heard Bai Pujia ask like this, Qin Wafan's hand shook involuntarily, and his heart beat faster.

Is she talking about him? How should he answer?

"Oh, it's likely."

Qin Wafan calmed down in his heart for a while, and only then did he barely manage to speak in a voice that did not tremble as much as his hands.

"Oh, really? Hee-hee-hee-hee......"

Qin Wafan looked at Bai Pujia holding the microphone from a distance, and seemed to cover his mouth with one hand with a smile. The laughter passed through the telephone line, and the childish attitude that came over made Qin Wafan a little overwhelmed.

"Wafan, then you say, if this girl is still thinking about accepting it or not, then what should I do?"

……

Bai Pujia's next series of vague hypothetical questions made Qin Wafan's hand involuntarily clench the microphone and then clench it again.

When he hung up the phone, the microphone was wet, and his palms were sweaty with nervousness and excitement.

Is Pu Jia really starting to become conscious of his mind?

It's really hard work that pays off, sincerity, is the gold and stone open?

Qin Wafan thought of those iron-clad customers on weekdays, who were served by him day in and day out, and finally bought his products, he was very sure that Pu Jia was finally moved by him.

At least, it was soon, but there was still a thin layer of window paper, and he was looking for a chance to make her understand.

Qin Wafan, who experienced such happiness for the first time in his life, was still immersed in this indescribable joy after the lights went out.

He thought that he would find a time to consult Bai Yu tomorrow, and let Bai Yu be happy.

Before the lights went out, Bai Yu shook past him, as if he had said something, but he didn't hear it at all. The other four classmates in the dormitory were noisy around him, and he also turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

His thoughts, the ringing in his ears, and the appearance in front of his eyes, were all the repeated questions and his imaginary expression when Bai Pujia was on the phone with him just now.

He suddenly missed her, wanted to see her immediately, and told her bluntly what he had been holding in his heart that he liked her. Yes, she must have hinted that he was going to confess to her.

At this time, it has been an hour since the lights were out, and some of the roommates were snoring, and some were still discussing something with you.

He gently climbed out of bed, opened the bedroom door, and walked down the corridor to the second floor of the girls' building opposite, she should be resting, but he was happy to look at her bedroom door, to see the window of her bedroom with curtains hanging, and to imagine that she was lying on her top bunk and breathing evenly and dreaming.

At the very least, it can make up for his crazy thoughts about her at the moment.

It happened to be the night of the full moon, no, take a closer look, the white jade-like moon hanging between the two buildings slowly swimming, on the edge of the winding, hidden a small piece, like a bite of the moon cake when I was a child, bean paste filling, Pu Jia said, this is her favorite, must have been bitten by her. Qin Wafan's face showed the kind of dreamy, sweet smile that would appear whenever he thought that Pujia was his own.

The sweetness under the moon made him really fall asleep, and he even took out the red telephone by the door.

He subconsciously dialed Pu Jia's bedroom number, but when it came to the last number, he hesitated again: What should I do if I disturb their rest so late?

Or, give it a try? Maybe it's not necessary to pull out the phone line, or maybe they're still discussing some gossip and are in full swing. Didn't Pu Jia say that 0 o'clock in the morning is like 12 o'clock in the afternoon? Eventually, he was apprehensive and dialed all the numbers in their dormitories.

"Doodle, doot, dood......"

Busy. In the middle of a call.

Sure enough, they haven't slept yet, and they still have someone cooking on the phone so late.

He smiled slightly, shook his head, and counted his thoughts, so he put the line away, put the telephone back on the wooden table against the wall of the bedroom door, and walked out again, following the corridor to look at the opposite building.

He wondered, at such a late hour, who of them was still immersed in the happiness of lovesickness like himself? Tomorrow, I'm going to gossip with Pu Jia.

At the moment when he looked down, a girl at the door of Bai Pujia's bedroom stood up with a telephone set, probably tired from squatting, and stood up to move her legs and feet.

This girl is none other than Bai Pujia.

The light-colored sleeveless knit sweater, the knee-length white straight skirt, this is the clothes that Bai Pujia wears during the day, and then there is a special short hair, there is no one else except her.