Sang Yan closed her eyes and took off her shoes for the second time. He walked quickly to Sang Zhi's side, took away her mobile phone, lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and wanted to hang up the phone.

When he turned on the screen and looked at it, what was displayed was not the call interface he expected.

It is the main interface of the mobile phone.

There is no call record at all.

He reacted instantly, his stomach ached with anger, but he smiled: "Kid, are you kidding me?"

Sang Zhi blinked and said innocently, "I didn't say I was beaten either."

Sang Yan said in a cool tone: "Then who were you talking to just now?"

Sang Zhi moved to the other side of the sofa: "I'll practice it again."

"..."

"You just told me to wait for death, and I'm not talking nonsense. Now," Sang Zhi suddenly remembered that he had taken his cell phone and wanted to snatch it back, "I'm done with the exercise, so I'm going to fight now."

Sang Yan stared at her for a long time, without stopping, and handed her the phone obediently.

"Okay, you fight."

This development was different from what Sang Zhi had imagined. She glanced at him, a little suspicious, but she didn't want to lose the battle, so she could only open the address book slowly.

Looking at her actions, Sang Yan said calmly: "After the beating, it's my turn."

"I'm not doing anything bad." Sang Zhi frowned, "What are you going to tell your parents about me?"

"I didn't mean you." Sang Yanpi said with a smile, "I meant beating."

"..."

"It's okay, you can file a complaint." Sang Yan stood up, closed the window, and closed the curtains at the same time, "Say everything you want to say, whatever you want to say, it's my turn after you finish."

The room instantly became dark, like a prelude to the coming rain.

Sang Zhi lost most of her confidence and began to feel uneasy: "...If you hit me, dad will beat you to death when he comes back."

"Okay." Sang Yan didn't care, "I'll wait for him to come back and beat me to death."

"..."

Sang Yan didn't look at her, looked around the living room, then picked up the feather duster placed on the TV, silently made two gestures in his hand, and said slowly: "Kid, do you want brother to come over, or do you want to come by yourself?"

Sang Zhi stared at the thing in his hand and didn't answer.

Sang Yan didn't seem to want her to respond: "How about brother come over?"

Realizing that the situation was reversed, Sang Zhi suddenly called him: "Brother."

Sang Yan responded leisurely: "Okay, brother will go there in person."

Watching him walking over in one step or two, Sang Zhi was silent for two seconds, staring at him with one eye, and said very well, "I was wrong."

"..."

"I'm sorry, brother, I will never do this again."

"..."

It's quite possible to use the wind to steer the ship.

"It would have been fine if it had been like this." Sang Yan had always been soft-spoken and threw away the feather duster, "Be obedient every day and don't always go against me. My brother will bring you delicious food every day, do you understand?"

Sang Zhi said unconvinced.

Sang Yan: "Then I'm going out?"

Sang Zhi turned to look at him and suddenly asked: "Brother, who are you going out to play with?"

Sang Yan put on her shoes for the third time and said casually: "Roommate."

Sang Zhi: "Oh."

"Is there anything else? Do your homework at home." Sang Yan said, "Don't go into the kitchen and don't cook anything by yourself. There is so much food at home. You can take care of it when you are hungry. You can also go out to buy food if you want.

, call me if you have anything."

"..."

"Also." Sang Yan scratched his cheek and added, "Don't open the door for anyone casually."

Sang Zhi nodded.

After a while, Sang Yan went out.

There was a crisp sound of closing the door at the entrance, and then everything fell silent.

The cartoon on TV had ended and the ending music was playing. Sang Zhi felt a little bored and threw the potato chips on the coffee table, then turned off the TV and went to the toilet to wash her hands.

I think of the word "roommate" in Sang Yan's mouth.

The tip of Sang Zhi's heart felt like it was scratched, gently, itching. It felt like the opportunity was close at hand, and could be grasped with a single grasp. The impulse surged up in an instant, and was suppressed in an instant.

She took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and drank it in small sips.

Sang Zhi returned to the room.

Yin Zhenru happened to call her: "Sang Zhi!"

Sang Zhi: "What are you doing?"

"It's Fu Zhengchu's birthday next week." Yin Zhenru said, "They said they wanted to go sing K together and asked if you wanted to go."

"What day is next week?"

"Tuesday."

"Oh." Sang Zhi said, "I'll take a look then."

"Are you planning to prepare a gift for Fu Zhengchu?"

"Do you still need to prepare gifts?" Sang Zhi thought for a moment, "Then I don't have time."

"..." Yin Zhenru said speechlessly, "I didn't say it was necessary. Isn't this someone's birthday? Just be prepared, otherwise you will go there without bringing anything. It will feel so embarrassing."

"I think so too," Sang Zhi said seriously, "so I won't go."

"But there must be no one prepared for it!" Yin Zhenru didn't want to go alone and said hurriedly, "You don't have to pay too much attention to this. In the worst case, I will tell you when the time comes that the share I prepared will be bought by both of us."

Sang Zhi pulled out a comic book from the bookshelf: "Let's talk about it then. Aren't you going to a cram school?"

"Ah!" Yin Zhenru's tone suddenly became anxious, "I forgot! I won't tell you anymore, I'm going out!"

With that said, she hung up the phone.

Sang Zhi lay on the bed and flipped through her address book again. When she saw the number she noted as "Duan xx", she hesitantly clicked on the interface for sending text messages. Her fingers moved and then stopped.

If so, what content should be posted?

Happy holidays?

But recently it seems that there is only one Army Day that just passed.

Then - belated blessing, I wish you a happy Army Day!

"..."

Seems a little strange.

Or pretend to have sent the wrong text message.

It seems quite deliberate.

How about giving Sang Yan a call and saying that he wants to go see him? Maybe we can meet him.

Sang Zhi put away her cell phone and began to think about all kinds of things while reading the comic book. After a long time, she threw away the comic book, hid herself under the quilt, and began to prepare for drowsiness in the afternoon.

So why meet.

There seems to be nothing good about meeting him. He always plays tricks on me, and there is such a big age difference. When talking to him, I feel like there is a generation gap and there is no common language at all.

Might as well sleep at home.

right.

Who is he?

Before going to sleep - he! Count! How old! How old!

Sang Zhi got up and drank some more water to quench all her impulses. She lay back on the bed with satisfaction, stared at the ceiling, and suddenly began to hypnotize herself: "This shouldn't be that."

"He's quite good-looking. If you see a good-looking person on the street, everyone will look at it a few more times. Even if it's a good-looking dog, you'll want to go over and pet it."

The air froze for a moment.

Sang Zhi breathed out and continued the hypnosis: "Maybe I really have that thing, but maybe I meet someone who is better-looking, so I will change that to others."

"For example, if we can't meet you now, I wouldn't particularly want to meet you." Sang Zhi nodded and brainwashed himself, "This proves that such feelings are very hypocritical."

After saying this, she felt a little more relaxed, lay back down again, and continued reading comics.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep lying on the book.
To be continued...