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Volume 1 Text ¡¾045¡¿I¡¯m calling you

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    Just when I thought my manuscript was going to be shot again, Brother Yun said: "Your main idea is still right. Recently, there are documents to promote some positive things. The spirit you expressed is very positive. It is rare.  It reflects the positive side of college students. "Brother Yun taught me how to revise my manuscript that day, which made me truly understand why he can be the editor-in-chief and is about to be promoted to deputy editor-in-chief. Brother Yun's writing is not gorgeous at all, but every sentence is interesting.  It was so targeted that I admired it so much.  There is a buzzword in later generations called high-level blackness, which means that it seems to be praising a person, but in fact it is a shameful person to death.  Brother Yun did the opposite. He showed what it means to be a high-level white, or a high-level shill.  He never praises a person from beginning to end. After you read the whole article, you will feel that the person described in the article is a noble person, a pure person, and a person who has escaped from vulgar taste. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??"Self-Respect, Self-Love, Self-Reliance, and Self-Reliance - Entering the Daily Life of Girls in Art Schools in the New Era" was re-released with photos and the effect was surprisingly good.  Speaking of photos, there is another story. One day I accidentally dropped the point-and-shoot camera on the road. As a result, the photos taken by that camera were neither black nor white and were very good, almost like artistic photos.  of.  After it was published in the newspaper, the response was very good.  I received a bonus and finally no longer had to worry about being laid off. I naturally entered a state of fullness, warmth and lust.  I miss Eve, but I don¡¯t know what excuse to use to see her.  I always thought that just like what I said to Brother Ma that day, I would be able to muster the courage to confess to Eve after the interview, but the fact is that after the interview, I was at a loss and didn¡¯t know what to do in the future.  I originally walked into her life, but when the interview was over, I had to step out of her life.  It happened to be a weekend. The first thing I did when I got up on Saturday was to check my phone to see if there were any missed calls. Even if it didn't work, there would be one or two unread text messages or something.  Sorry, I didn't see what I wanted to see.  I was particularly desperate that day. The newspaper had already published it. There was no reason why Eve couldn¡¯t see it. The high-end white article had such a strong response. Didn¡¯t it move her at all?  It stands to reason that even if she is not moved, she should still make a phone call to say thank you. This day has passed, why doesn't she have any reaction at all?  I recall Brother Ma¡¯s warning and what he said about women who burn bridges by crossing rivers.  My outlook on life is about to collapse and I feel very pathetic.  What¡¯s even more sad is that I find myself unable to help but check my phone every five minutes.  What kind of torture is this, and how hurtful is it?  The only belief I stick to is that I must never call her. In fact, I didn't think about what to say when I called her. Could it be that I said "Why didn't you call me to thank me?"  This was all a matter of day and night. At that time, I couldn¡¯t do this kind of thing where I would take off my pants and watch the whole day.  In the end, I couldn¡¯t bear the torture of scrolling through my phone for five minutes, so I simply turned it off.  After turning off the phone, I calmed down a lot. I played games for a while, read YY novels for a while, and the day passed like this.  It¡¯s easy to get by during the day, but not so easy at night.  Everyone knows that day does not understand the darkness of night.  At night, loneliness struck, and I began to feel hopelessly depressed.  I tossed and turned in bed, debating whether to turn on my phone.  At that moment, the contradiction in my heart was obvious. If she had called me and sent me text messages during the day, wouldn¡¯t I have missed it if I didn¡¯t turn on the phone?  But if she didn't call or send a text message, wouldn't the moment I turn on the phone rub salt into my wounds and stab my heart?  At this moment, there was a knock on the door.  I am so excited, is she here?  A picture immediately emerged in my mind: I stood in front of the cat and looked and looked, and saw an innocent and aggrieved little face with tears. When I opened the door, Eve had already burst into tears, and she fell on the  In my arms, beating my chest, why has my phone been turned off all day Unfortunately, this is impossible.  My reason tells me that the above story is purely fictional because she has no idea where I live.  Although she lives near that university and I also live near that university, we are really close.  I opened the door and saw Da Ben.  This guy got straight to the point: "Why is your phone off again?" I was stunned for a moment. As I said before, I often don't make a call once a week, so many times when my phone is in arrears, I don't know what's going on.  This time Da Ben¡¯s words made me excited. Could it be thatBecause my mobile phone is in arrears, Eve¡¯s calls to me have never been answered?  I immediately turned on the phone and dialed Daben¡¯s number, and the call was answered on the spot.  "Hey, what's going on? When I called you at noon, I told you that you were in arrears and the phone was shut down." Da Ben was puzzled.  I ignored him. I was very sad at this moment. I would rather shut down the computer myself, so that I would feel better.  But when I turned on the phone, I found that I had neither shut down nor received any message from Eve. This made me feel like I had been abandoned by the whole world.  Da ran to my house and picked up a package he left behind last time, and then left in a hurry.  I originally wanted him to stay and chat with me and go out for a drink, but this guy rejected me because he had a date with a girl tonight. He showed no humanity to me for the sake of the opposite sex.  I curled up on the sofa, feeling like I was going to die tonight.  Even if you really can¡¯t die, you can¡¯t survive this long night.  Just when I was about to die, the phone rang. I picked it up and vaguely heard someone crying over there. I put the phone in front of my eyes and looked at the caller ID. It was Eve. This gave me no time to vent.  I had complained all day long, and my voice was as tender as water at that time. I asked her: "What's wrong?" Who knew that she didn't mean to cry at all, and her tone was quite hot: "What's wrong? I still want to ask you what's wrong?"  What do you mean? It¡¯s hard to find you after the phone has been turned off all day.¡± I corrected her: ¡°No, I didn¡¯t turn it off in the morning.¡± She said, ¡°Yes, you turned it off in the morning.  "I was stunned: "Ah? Is this really happening?" "Don't you know?" It sounded like she was about to cry this time: "I called you this morning. I have a lot to say.  You said. I couldn't get through. At noon, I thought, maybe you like to sleep in on weekends and haven't gotten up yet, so I ran to charge your phone bill, but I called you after charging the phone bill, and you turned off your phone again I kept calling.  Fighting, I finally got through it now." I burst into tears. There was no exaggeration in the rhetoric. At that moment, tears were rolling in my eyes.  ¡°I never thought that a small matter such as mobile phone payment arrears could trigger such a rough plot.  I lost my ability to think and only have the ability to move.  I hung up the phone and rushed out in my slippers.  More than ten minutes later, she called again. This time she didn't cry. She was full of resentment: "What on earth do you mean? You don't want to ignore me and tell me it's not okay? Why do you have to do this? I really don't understand.  Since you don¡¯t want to ignore me, why do you write to me like that?¡± I took a deep breath and said, ¡°I didn¡¯t ignore you, I just went out.¡± ¡°Where did you go?¡±  Answer: "I went downstairs to your house." She asked: "What were you doing downstairs at my house?" I replied: "I was calling you." ¡¤
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