Where will Ye Qingting go?

Tomorrow is a Saturday and Sunday, so it doesn't matter where you go. [No pop-ups. 】

Ling Xiquan walked slowly on the road, his complicated thoughts were blocked in his heart, he was physically and mentally exhausted for a while, he was slowly swaying with his schoolbag on his back, and suddenly he didn't want to go home much, and walked around the neighborhood aimlessly.

In the perspective, I saw a mobile phone chain store with a unique scale, thinking of the little Jiujiu she had called, she hesitated for a moment, but still took a step and walked over, in the store, an idle salesman looked at the customer, a trace of surprise crossed his face, and quickly raised a professional smile and greeted him.

When I walked out of the store with my newly purchased phone, the sky was a little dark, gray clouds spread, and the sky became a color like water soaked in a dirty rag, gray and cloudy.

Such a gloating weather suddenly made her Y hazy mood enlightened, and a kind of schadenfreude self-persuasion emerged in her heart, as if this was the case, Ye Qingting and they would not be able to have fun and separate as soon as possible.

Standing on her balcony in the night rain, she opened the huge frameless window, leaned on the guardrail outside, and let the raindrops fall on her exposed skin, looking forward to the full view from the height of the seventeenth floor.

The remnants of the black clouds are still very conspicuous in the dark night, and the lights of thousands of homes are embellished with the night of the Y rain, and under the burning light, the sound of raindrops falling is like a mesmerist, as if they want to assimilate the prosperity and noise of the city into loneliness, bringing a moment of stagnation and peace.

Another cold wind blew, she shivered, closed the window, went to the kitchen to warm a glass of milk, drank it slowly, and then returned to the bedroom.

There is no homework this week, she has nothing to do, the hour hand of the wall clock points to seven o'clock, she thought about it, picked up the newly bought mobile phone, leaned on the bedside and pondered the function, this pondering was fascinated, until the mobile phone prompted that the battery was out of power, and the phone was automatically turned off, she was still unsatisfied with charging the mobile phone, and looked up to see that it was almost ten o'clock.

She put on her slippers, got out of bed, and was just about to turn off the computer to sleep, but found a familiar avatar dancing in the lower right corner of the desktop, she pursed her lips and clicked on it.

19:11:10

Ye Qingting: I may not be able to go to the math make-up class this weekend.

20:00:22

Ye Qingting: Yin Junyu's mother had a weekend birthday, and he asked me to accompany him to buy a gift so that I could take it out at the birthday banquet in the evening.

20:50:30

Ye Qingting: The weather forecast said that the rain would not stop until tomorrow evening, so we decided to go the morning after tomorrow, and we asked for leave, and we will take physics classes in the afternoon.

I don't know why, she suddenly smiled softly, and after laughing, the scene of him waiting for Liu Si'an and a few girls in the convenience store with Xie You suddenly appeared in her mind, and her heart was panicked, and she just hesitated how to reply to the boy's message, and a message popped up in the dialog box.

21:49:34

Ye Qingting: Actually, this afternoon we came to call Xie You and they went together, Yixi heard it and asked us what was the matter, Yin Junyu told her, she said that the girl was good at picking gifts, and wanted to go with us.

Ling Xiquan opened her mouth slightly, a little incredulous what she saw.

If the first three sentences of the message just explained to her the reason why she couldn't make up the class, then the last sentence was abrupt...... If she hadn't seen him at the convenience store in the afternoon, she would have been confused about what this sentence meant.

Did he see himself in the afternoon? It shouldn't be......

But if he hadn't seen himself, there was no need to explain this sentence to her.

Yes, explain.

She didn't want to feel too good about herself, but what she saw in front of her was that this boy with a cold personality would send her messages one after another for nearly three hours.

In other words, it was Yi Xi who proposed to go with them in the afternoon, not what they said at the beginning.

She chuckled stupidly at the computer a few times, and after realizing that she was actually smirking at the computer screen, she immediately patted her face, sat upright, and typed back the message seriously.

21:50:30

Me: I bought a mobile phone today, and I accidentally got addicted to it.

This time, it was Ye Qingting's turn to reply to the news after a while.

21:50:55

Ye Qingting: How many mobile phone numbers are there?

Ling Xiquan reported a string of numbers, and the mobile phone that was charging next to the bed rang, she looked back, and Ye Qingting's message came again.

21:51:30

Ye Qingting: The number just now is mine.

She replied with a "yes", her eyes catching a glimpse of the message he had sent earlier, hesitated, and typed out a line.

21:51:47

Me: Well, I suddenly feel a little unaccustomed to thinking that you're not here on the weekend and no one asks me to copy the answers.

In fact, what she wants to express is the deleted meaning of the middle sentence.

21:52:01

Ye Qingting: It's okay, don't you still have to make up for physics in the afternoon?

Yes, in the end, she still signed up for physics for him, and filled every time slot on Saturdays and Sundays.

Sometimes she's tired, but now it seems that this tiredness pays off.

The two chatted for a while, and Ling Xiquan said, "There is still class tomorrow morning, let's go down first" and turned off the computer.

It was eleven o'clock after she had finished washing, and it was the first time she had slept so late, and she lay down on the soft bed, and as soon as the futon got wet, she fell asleep in a daze, and before falling asleep, a hazy thought finally disappeared—how nice it would be if they could keep doing it like this......