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Chapter 44 Send it to the wrong person
He sent one and she kept one.

At the end he realized something and sent a string of ellipses.

So-and-so: [Sent to the wrong person. 】

It's not unexpected, but it's also a bit sour. She was not the one who shared all the secrets with him, even though she was the one who got to know him first in the beginning.

First come, first served really doesn't count at all.

Cheng Xuran replied unfamiliarly: [It doesn't matter, the photo is beautiful. 】

He replied um, probably too lazy to withdraw, so that was it.

Occasionally, she asked: [Is the snow there beautiful? 】

After 3 minutes, he replied with a short but powerful sentence: 【Look at it later. 】

The chat that night ended abruptly, as if their story had ended in a hurry.

But there is no future.

After graduation, they also separated.

Cheng Xuran often wonders how they ended up not having any contact with each other.

This is bound to be an unanswerable answer.

Maybe next time we meet,
I hope we all become more mature, brave and determined.

Wouldn't that be so regretful?

In the fifth year of graduation, Cheng Xuran took advantage of the summer vacation to go to the Kokasika Desert alone, and climbed to the top of Gangdota Peak. It would not snow at that time, and he was not around.

"Ding dong."

A WeChat notification sound woke Cheng Xuran from his memories.

The corners of her eyes were a little dry, she took off her glasses and rubbed them, turned on her phone, and saw the chat box at the top of WeChat, with a little red dot showing an unread message.

10 minutes after her message was sent.

he back.

So-and-so: 【Come on. 】

The faint white light emitted by the digital products gained warmth and extended something. In the same night, it reflected a deep and beautiful face.

The room on the second floor was very dark, with no lights on, so I took advantage of the moon outside.

A small pink notebook used by girls was placed quietly on the desktop. When it was turned on, the data was being restored in an orderly manner, and the computer screen stayed on a photo.

In the third year of high school, at the sports meeting, the boy holding a soda looked at the camera by accident.

Strange and familiar.

Song Yanqing came back with a can of beer, wearing a white shirt, sitting on a chair, just looking at the computer, with a very quiet expression on his face.

"Click." It was the sound of the can's ring pulling open.

It was him in high school.

When was it filmed?
There were so many people at the sports meeting that year, Song Yanqing didn't have much memory.

The slender and clear fingers tapped on the keyboard neatly, and when the last key was pressed, lines of complex codes appeared on the screen as a return to the virus attack.

The cool wind is blowing, and it is difficult to see the light in the long night.

city ​​suburbs.

In the dark room, the old desktop computer was running, making a dull sound due to heat, which did not make people feel happy.

Suddenly a sharp siren sounded!
A red exclamation mark appears on a black screen!
Immediately after—

Data obsolete.

A few seconds later, a pale and thin hand appeared in the camera...

The door was pushed open from the outside.

"You haven't slept yet?"

Song Yanqing looked back, squinting his eyes, and there were faint red bloodshot eyes: "Can't sleep."

Wu Shaoyang came in carrying a whole box of beer, his muscles bulged with force, and he put the beer box on the ground with a bang.

The man was wearing a white vest, with a cigarette in his mouth. He had a tough silhouette. He looked about thirty years old. His eyes were like eagles, but the wrinkles between his brows and eyes were full of inexplicable vicissitudes. store, guarding many unknown old events.

"If you can't sleep, drink with me."

(End of this chapter)