"Two weeks, it's too long......" Lin Muhan thought about what Chen Xingfan told her. What the hell could it be? Alas, you can't say it in advance. ”

Chen Xingfan's words last night made her even more impatient. She always had a strong instinct and he liked her. This time he had something to say, he must have wanted to get back together.

Lin Muhan has always felt that her intuition is very accurate, so the more she thinks about it, the happier she becomes. She thought about how Chen Xingfan would tell her, and even simulated several scenarios in her heart.

……

After the round exam on Saturday afternoon, Lin Muhan put on his schoolbag and wanted to meet Chen Xingfan by chance, but he didn't see him in the tide of coming home from school. Lin Muhan had no choice but to follow the crowd out of the school gate.

It was only half past four, and she didn't want to go back so early, so she swept a shared bicycle, stood on the side of the road, looked at the endless road at the school gate, and looked at the classmates who kept coming out of the school, turned around and rode down the road.

She wanted to shoot the sunset.

When Lin Muhan sat on the bench in Xidi Park, the best place to watch the sunset, it was almost half past five, and the sun was about to set on the sea.

She looked at the little orange bright ball that seemed to be floating on the sea, and she was very happy, took out her mobile phone to find a good angle and took a beautiful sunset photo, repaired the picture and sent it to the circle of friends.

Lin Muhan stood by the railing of the seashore, watching the sun slowly set, and inexplicably felt an impressionistic feeling. There is still a slight mist on the surface of the sea, which has a hazy beauty.

……

"I'm back." Lin Muhan shouted.

"It's a little late today. Come and eat. Her mother said in a somewhat reproachful tone.

"Went out for a walk. Hee-hee. ”

After dinner, Lin Muhan hid in the room. There isn't much homework on the weekend, so she wants to wait until tomorrow to write it and rest tonight.

Sometimes Lin Muhan always wants to play, but the next second he thinks about what he can play but has no clue. Now she was sitting on the bed, looking at the phone in front of her. It was well-behaved, quiet, and didn't make any sound.

Lin Muhan looked up at her full bookshelf, rolled out of bed and pulled out a thick book from the shelf, "Jinghua Smoke Cloud". She felt that the book could only barely be read if it was extremely boring. The other books were unopened, and she didn't want to open them, so she kept them for later.

The phone was still quiet and there was no news. She waited while reading the book, waiting to see if Chen Xingfan would send her a message or something.

But there was nothing, and tonight was surprisingly quiet. There is no news even in the class group, it seems that Lin Muhan has been abandoned by the world, just like she wrote in her diary.

"Countless times in a minute, I picked up my phone, clicked on WeChat, and quit again, and so on, just to wait to see if anyone sent me a message. I waited all night and no information came up. In a fit of rage, I deleted all the chat boxes, leaving only a blank space, and then posted another message on Moments. Five minutes have passed, ten minutes have passed, half an hour has passed, and until now, clicking on WeChat, it is still a blank. It's so empty that I'm scared. It's as if I've been abandoned, no one cares about me, and the people who care don't know what they're doing, only I'm thinking nonsense. Wait, it's early. 11.30，23:20。 ”