Suddenly, one day, a figure appeared in this lonely and empty cloud. The wind swept away the smoke and fog like a broom, and the sun shone in a corner that had never been seen before. The story begins like this. His name is punk, and he is introverted. He is 1.8 meters tall (actually, he is a little short). He likes sports since he was a child, and his strong figure looks a little thin under the package of clothes. In my spare time, I like to swim in the ocean of notes. Sometimes I write novels, or rather, I write myself. One day, he met a girl named Qin Xiao, but the girl refused to give him her cell phone number. Helpless, he can only use QQ to interact with her online.
In the past, he was a good baby and usually went to bed early and got up early. After knowing her, he learned to stay up late. Although he goes to bed late every day, he still gets up early the next day, hmm! He is a good boy after all. At first, he just went into her space to look at the photos. Because he doesn't know what happened. He felt that his little head was about to explode. She had plastic surgery from Shangrao, which made him afraid to stay here for a long time, because he was afraid that he would fall into the ocean of love for a long time.
She always seems to be very busy and seldom has time to say hello to him, but he can only pass his thoughts back and forth on her screen when she is resting, trying to narrow the distance between us and make up for our strangeness. Evening should be the best time to chat, but she always sleeps after eating and doesn't give him a chance. Sometimes even if there is a small gap, he will still make sensitive her unhappy, so he can only stick to this relationship carefully. With his efforts, she finally became more harmonious than before. Inadvertently, he hinted at her number, but she never gave it, saying that she was just a friend. He felt a little sick and fought back his sadness.
I haven't been in touch for several days. She sent a message first, saying it was boring. As a result, he became the object of her chat and entertainment, and their relationship seemed to be better than before. He couldn't bear to mention this phone number to her again. He was silent for a long time. Just when he thought he was going to be rejected again, a string of strange numbers appeared on the screen, and there was another sentence: Don't call me at night! He was so happy that he finally got the phone number he dreamed of, but he was depressed again because he didn't know what to say and didn't have the courage to call. A few days later, perhaps out of curiosity, in the evening, he tried to dial the phone number, which rang for a long time, but no one answered. In fact, even if he answered the phone, he didn't know what to say. Maybe, he just called to verify her words. When he asked her why she didn't answer the phone on QQ, she told him that she had never told him her phone number. He was stunned for a while and didn't know what to say.
I haven't been in touch for a few days. Suddenly, one day his phone rang, and a naughty voice said, guess who I am? He deliberately said a lot of wrong people because he had saved the number, but he was not sure if it was her. Later, the man said that she was Qin Xiao. She said that I gave you my number long ago, but I lied to you that day. When he called, his phone was silent. Next, they chatted for a long time, as if long-lost lovers were telling endless thoughts.
Later, for some reason, they didn't contact again, and QQ was quiet. Just like the distant sky is once again shrouded in smoke cages, the sun shines, the wind gradually disappears, and the warm heart goes back to the depths of the clouds to sleep. It's like going back to the beginning, you are still you, I am still me, and we are passers-by of each other.