A message tone comes from the phone.

Mingyan picked it up and looked at it, the pear vortex on her cheek was sunken, her eyes under the lenses were bright, and her fingers quickly replied to the message.

[Yeon: Well, it's a holiday.] 】

The other party replied immediately.

[I'm not black: Then I'll come to play with you in two days.] 】

[Yeon: Okay.] 】

[I'm not black: cute cat head.] 】

Looking at the little white cat emoji on the screen, Mingyan smiled, exited the chat box, and when she swiped down, she caught a glimpse of a contact with an all-black avatar, her eyes slightly condensed.

She was silent and clicked into the chat box.

The purpose is the message I sent a year ago.

Yeon: Don't be kidding. 】

His fingertips trembled and he swiped up slightly.

The previous conversation between the two came into view.

[Mo: Ah Yan, shall we play a game? 】

[Yeon: Okay, you say.] 】

[Mo: We have been in the Cold War for a year, and we are not allowed to send messages or call each other, and we will contact each other after a year. 】

Yeon: Don't be kidding. 】

Before she sent this message, she was unilaterally blocked by the other party.

Mingyan didn't want to play this kind of game, so she immediately called to ask, but she couldn't get through.

At that time, she was angry, but she didn't expect him to really dare to do this.

The two have known each other for more than ten years, except for a period of time when they were children, and later all contact relied on the Internet or telephone.

In retrospect, Myeong-yeon was still a little angry.

During the year, she tried everything she could to get in touch with him.

Later, she figured it out and decided what the point was there.

People don't want to pay attention to you, why are you leaning over to it?

It's a game, but who would really take this kind of thing as a game.

It's clear that he wants to break off the relationship.

Mingyan's face was dyed with thin anger, and she closed her phone angrily.

Ming Yisheng glanced at her secretly, "Who upset you?" ”

"No one."

"Hard mouth, you take a mirror and look at how ugly your face is." Ming Yisheng ruthlessly debunked, "Did the person you just chat with make you angry, tell my brother, brother took the keyboard and cried him!" ”

Mingyan's heart warmed and smiled, "Really no, it was Sister Jiaman who chatted with me just now, I was suddenly attracted by the plot on TV, I was so angry with the heroine, the heroine has never been sorry for anyone, it was the female supporting actress who wanted to deal with her inexplicably, someone wanted to harm her, she naturally wanted to retaliate back, why should a person suffer from others for no reason." ”

"Yeon-yeon is right." When his sister speaks, he must unconditionally echo his brother.

Mingyan snorted.

Zhang Yisheng looked at the TV, was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Yanyan, what you just said is very right, but that palace fight drama seems to have finished when you lowered your head and played with your mobile phone." ”

Mingyan: "......"

Mingyan took off her glasses and looked tired, "Brother, I'm so tired, go back to the room to sleep for a while, and call me when you eat." ”

Ming Yisheng: "Hmm. ”

When Mingyan was about to go upstairs, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Yanyan, you and Xinxin are sisters, no matter what happened to you two years ago, we are a family, and there is no hatred between family members."

Ming Yisheng looked at her back and said in a deep voice: "I hope our family can be harmonious." ”

Myeong-yeon walked up the steps without looking back.

Just when Ming Yisheng wanted to speak again, she spoke.

"I see." She said, "I didn't hate my sister, and I didn't hate her. ”