She is soft on my heart

Chapter 174 Talking
"If you're looking for a job, you're looking for a job. Don't we have to contact people first? Sister, this is the information age, not the primitive age. These two things can be done at the same time!"

Li Xing was taken aback for a moment, frowned, thought carefully, and suddenly said: "Yes..."

An Huaiqing slapped her forehead with a slap: "..."

It seems that failing hundreds of times is better than her inexperienced one.

Li Xing Shen understood a little bit.

"Don't think that you have plenty of time. It's very urgent now, okay?! You haven't been in touch with him for so many years, and you are still separated from the two places, one north and the other so far away. A man like Captain Jiang may appear around him at any time. A variety of flowers and butterflies are imminent, understand???"

She said so much, and when Li Xingchen heard it, she nodded dully, "I should...understand."

It's a pity that before An Huai's love was finished, her mother called back to her original form, "Okay, my dear Mommy, I will fly back within 2 minutes after I put on my wings."

Anhuai Qingfei gave Li Xingshen a profound direction before, "Keep in touch online first, and we will meet better when we go back."

Li Xingchen thought it made sense.

So the recruitment page on the laptop gradually dimmed until it went out, and Li Xingchen went from sitting in front of the table holding the phone in a daze to laying down on the bed holding the phone in a daze.

On the screen of the mobile phone is the interface displayed by Jiang Cong's phone number.

half an hour passed...

Another half hour passed...

An Huaiqing continuously bombarded with the same message: 【Have you contacted yet? 】

Li Xingshen replied perfunctorily: [immediately, immediately. 】

An Huaiqing: [Woman, that's what you said half an hour ago...]

Li Xingchen: "..."

Turning back to the address book interface, she was lying on the bed with her chin resting on the back of her hand, her fair little face was a bit distressed, and she continued to be in a daze.

You don't know what to say when you send a text message, let alone a phone call.

After turning on the screen that was about to go out countless times, Li Xingshen finally had another idea.

If his contact information has not changed, the phone number is his WeChat ID.

When Li Xing was in school, she did not register for WeChat. It was only when she was in college. She and Jiang Cong used text messages all the time, and she did not have his WeChat.

Li Xingshen decided to try to search first, she long pressed the screen to copy the number.

Then I didn't know where to think, and clicked on the call copied below with my fingertips.

After clicking, the phone interface popped up, and Li Xingshen was stunned. She watched "Calling..." for a few seconds before realizing it, her heart suddenly beating nervously.

But just when she panicked and wanted to hang up the phone subconsciously, there was only an inch between her fingertips and the red button, and she paused, then she withdrew her hand.

Li Xingchen became more nervous, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and his brain was thinking quickly about how to speak, or how to explain.

At the same time, the heart beat faster and faster with each long wait.

Li Xingchen never felt that it took so long to make a call.

In the end, my heart almost jumped out, but the phone was automatically hung up.

No one picked up.

The interface returns the string of numbers.

The quiet and frozen air seemed to have weight, falling on her body and pressing her down, Li Xing stared intently, motionless, as if he had stopped.

Time is silent.

Gradually, the heartbeat calmed down, and it also cooled down. After the tension dissipated like an ebb, it was replaced by disappointment.

Even though he knew maybe he was busy with work, but he didn't know if it was because she was sensitive, or because she had no idea about chasing him in her heart, Li Xingchen couldn't help thinking wildly, wondering if it was really impossible for them .

Li Xing turned over slowly and lay flat on the bed. She stared blankly at the ceiling, suddenly very discouraged, it must be over before it started.

She couldn't move anymore, didn't eat dinner, and just lay there until the last sliver of orange light slipped away from the room, and the room gradually darkened.

Her vision was getting darker and darker, Li Xingchen wanted to check what time it was, and just picked up the phone by her ear, a call suddenly jumped in, and the screen illuminated her face.

Li Xing was startled.

Caller ID: Jiang Cong.

But at this moment, what Li Xing was thinking about was not whether to pick up or not, but another matter.

She is now using two phone cards at the same time, and she has stored his number in both cards, and the number she dialed is Shencheng's number, which should be an unfamiliar number to Jiang Cong.

When a normal person sees an unfamiliar missed call, he will probably ignore it, and the possibility of calling back is very small.

But she hit a small probability event.

Or, seeing that it was Shencheng's number, Jiang Cong thought it might be her, so he took the initiative to call back.

No matter what the situation is, it is enough to make Li Xingchen cross out the wild thoughts of "they are impossible" that existed a minute ago in a blink of an eye.

She is OK again.

But remembering that he didn't answer the phone in the afternoon, Li Xingchen felt inexplicably aggrieved. She curled her lips, thinking that she should fight.

So I didn't answer his call with the anxiety and entanglement of not knowing whether he would call again.

The phone hangs up automatically.

The moment Li Xingchen hung up, he regretted it.

What if he really stopped calling, after all, the situation is a bit different now, he probably didn't know that it was her on the other end of the phone, so he just called tentatively.

But what made her brows happy was that he called again within a few seconds.

When Li Xingchen was about to pick it up this time, his hand suddenly stopped again.

Because she made an inexplicable bet with herself.

If he calls for the third time, then she will definitely succeed in chasing him!
The phone hangs up again.

The time interval was about the same, still about a few seconds, and the third call came.

Li Xingchen jumped up from the bed excitedly.

Although there was no scientific basis for this bet, it gave her psychological encouragement anyway.

Li Xingshen took deep breaths back and forth, pressed the answer button, and slowly put the phone to his ear.

pass.Then what.say what.

There was no light in the room, and it was pitch black. Her eyes shone brightly in the dark, like ripples in a clear pool of water, and she was a little nervous and bewildered.

Li Xing held his breath.

The other party did not speak.

It was so silent that she wanted to flinch and hang up the phone.

"Why don't you speak?"

His deep and magnetic voice suddenly came along the current.

Like a smile, "Teacher Li?"

"Hmm..." Li Xingshen opened his mouth to let him know that she was listening, but he really didn't know what to say, so he kept saying "um".

The other end suddenly chuckled, and the low laughter escaped from the man's throat, passed through the receiver, and lingered in her ears.

Li Xingchen's heart was pounding.

"There was a task in the afternoon, and the phone was handed in." He took the initiative to explain.

Li Xingchen said "Ah", paused for a few seconds, and found something to say, his voice was warm and slow, "You know it's me?"

He didn't say anything for a long time.

The receiver is very quiet, as if no one is there.

Li Xing frowned, "Jiang Cong?"

"I added you on WeChat, pass it."

Li Xing was taken aback for a moment, "Oh, good."

After the two added WeChat, they didn't hang up the phone. Li Xingchen asked him about his arm injury, and he said it was almost fine.

Then there was another long silence, Li Xingshen's scalp was tense, "Then..."

But he interrupted her suddenly, and took the initiative to ask her recent situation: "How is your work when you go back?"

"I haven't found it yet."

Jiang Cong asked "Huh?" in doubt.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Cong heard her soft voice say something that made his heart skip a beat.

"Jiang Cong, I'm going back to Beihe."

……

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Cong leaned against the edge of the table, holding the phone in silence for a long while.

I don't know how long it took.

He looked at the string of numbers already stored in the phone, his eyes slightly curved, and a gentle smile gradually formed between his cold and indifferent brows.

(End of this chapter)