The plastic-textured keys sink into the grooves and reset.

I stared at the screen for a moment. Angel should know it's me, right?

I didn't get a reply until the bus arrived.

I put my phone in a drawer and started the day's "flickering".

As night fell, I sorted out the summary of the day's work, and then I remembered this mobile phone that had only been with me for a few days.

I was taken aback – I received more than a dozen missed calls and more than thirty text messages.

Of course Angel knew it was me.

But he didn't know I had a summer job; I don't know how he spent his summer vacations.

The text changed from temptation to determination, and from ridicule to anxiety. The last sentence is "see back to me".

I immediately called him back.

"Kang Rong?" Angel's voice sounded weak.

"Hmm...... I was working part-time during the day and didn't see any news. "My voice sounded more sympathetic.

Angel chuckled: "It's okay. I'm not surprised that you'll come back to me in three days. ”

"Stop being sarcastic." I rolled my eyes at the bus stop sign.

"You're rude, you know?"

"Impolite?" I reflected on how I was in my daily routine of being respectful and respectful to potential clients, humbly and patiently accepting their disgusting scolding and stupid inquiries – was I rude?

"I've been waiting all day for your reply."

I reluctantly apologized - Angel had only waited for a day, but I waited for his call and waited for him to come to me, but I waited for more than a month.

I didn't think he was rude, he blamed me...... It's childish.

Angel accepted my apology in a good mood. He asked again: "The mobile phone you bought with your own salary?" My dad won't give you one? ”

"My mom doesn't care about me, what does your dad do with me?"

"I'm not related to them, and they're all so good to me. He has to marry your mother when he leaves the house, how can he not care about you? ”

"He cares about my mom, not me." I didn't have a good time to reply.

Angel laughed twice, "Your mother was snatched away by another man, aren't you jealous?" ”

"I'm really not jealous." I got on the bus and sat down by the window, "You were snatched away by your mother, and I was jealous." ”

Angel on the other end of the phone was silent again.

The street trees on both sides of the road are particularly lonely in the dim light. I watched them move back.

"Can you come to my house?" Angel asked in a sticky, weak tone.

"Didn't I stop going to your house?"

"Hmm...... I'm sick ......"

I panicked, "Sick? What disease? When was this? Have you seen a doctor......

"Hey, calm down," Angel interrupted me helplessly, "Old problem, out of the way." What are you anxious about, you have caught up with Xianglin's sister-in-law......"

"Where's your mother?"

"She...... Didn't my dad get the certificate with your mother two days ago, she just held Lao Bai in his forties and poured it hard, and she hasn't eased up until now. After Anqi finished speaking, she sighed in frustration, "Mom looks gentle, but she is actually very fragile. ”

"I'll go over now."

"Ouch, think so about me?"

"yes, every day."

"......," Angel muttered for a moment, "help me bring two Cokes." ”

About half an hour later, I took a bus to Angel's house.

Along the way, we talked all the time. My cheap phone was hot and my throat was dry.

Our conversations weren't nutritious, but often made me laugh inadvertently.

Anyway, I just don't want to hang up.

Because, Anqi's voice is in her ears, which is a very happy thing.