Zhuang Ziang held the phone and edited the message for the contact named "Little Butterfly".
He wrote and revised, revised and deleted.
Finally, he edited a sentence: "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning? I'll bring it to you."
He pondered for a while before he mustered up the courage to click send.
He waited and waited, but there was no reply from the girl.
Zhuang Ziang had to get a basin of water and clean up.
In fact, when renting the house, Grandma Liu had cleaned the room very clean.
It's just that the waiting time is too tormenting. If I don't find something to do, I will explode on the spot.
Ten minutes later, Zhuang Ziang picked up the phone with expectation, but still didn't receive a reply from Su Yudie.
What are you busy with in the middle of the night?
He stared at the screen for more than ten seconds, and finally made up his mind and called.
Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service area, please call again later.
Sorry! The subscriber you dialed can not be connected for the moment, please redial later.
In the past, when Zhuang Ziang heard this female voice, he would hang up the phone immediately.
This time, he even listened to the English message in full.
What era is it now? Is there still a place without signal?
Are you a primitive man living in the mountains?
Zhuang Ziang opened the window and a cool night breeze blew in his face.
A cold crescent moon hung high in the sky.
He finally did what he wanted to do ten years ago and ran away from home.
No need to look at people's faces anymore, no need to be trembling with fear anymore, he can do whatever he wants, do what he wants, and meet who he wants.
He is obviously going to die, but it seems that he has just come back to life.
Even if it is only three months, he can still live a wonderful life.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Zhuang Ziang was in high spirits and poured a glass of Coke.
His own shadow on the glass window is handsome and full of vigor.
"Congratulations, Zhuang Ziang, cheers!"
Zhuang Ziang clinked glasses with himself on the glass window, and then drank it all.
That night, in this simple rental house, he slept particularly sweetly.
He dreamed that he turned into a butterfly, flapping his wings happily, flying over famous mountains and rivers, and seeing all the spring scenery in the world.
The next morning, the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone obliquely into the window.
With a ding, Zhuang Ziang woke up from his dream.
He took out his mobile phone from under the pillow and saw Su Yudie's reply, and immediately lost all sleepiness.
"I made Qingtuan myself, do you want to eat it?"
Zhuang Ziang immediately typed a reply: "Okay, then I'll buy something to drink, milk or soy milk?"
"Soy milk, wait for me at the bus stop." Su Yudie replied in seconds this time.
Zhuang Ziang immediately turned over and got up, went to the bathroom and took a hot shower.
He was used to taking a shower in the morning, because he could wash his head at the same time, which was more convenient.
He never wore that flowered shirt again.
When he went to the supermarket with Su Yudie yesterday, he bought a few discounted spring clothes and picked a light blue thin jacket to wear with black casual pants.
This is in line with his usual image of a good student.
When he left home, he tore a page from the desk calendar.
It was as if his life had become concrete, and he took it away one by one with his own hands.
Coming down from upstairs, Zhuang Ziang saw Grandma Liu doing morning exercises, so he greeted her: "Good morning, Grandma Liu."
Grandma Liu smiled and said: "Xiaozhuang, are you going to school? Didn't the girl live with you yesterday?"
"Grandma, don't joke, she is my friend."
"Okay, young people should have friends, bring her back to play more often."
Su Yudie is beautiful and well-behaved, and has an optimistic and cheerful personality.
Grandma Liu liked her very much after meeting her once.
Seeing Zhuang Ziang and Su Yudie together, she couldn't help but sigh that it was great to be young.
But she didn't know that such a young boy had to face the end of his life.
When he came to the breakfast shop, Zhuang Ziang ordered two cups of soy milk.
One cup of red date flavor, one cup of black sesame flavor.
He didn't know which flavor Su Yudie liked, anyway, let her pick one cup first, and drink the remaining cup by herself.
When they arrived at the bus stop, they waited for nearly ten minutes before the No. 19 bus finally arrived.
The door opened, and students with youthful smiles came out one after another.
Walking at the back was an incredibly beautiful girl.
She was still dressed the same way, with a white shirt, a blue skirt, white canvas shoes, and a peach blossom in her hair.
Zhuang Ziang was a little surprised. She had been dressed the same way for three days.
White clothes should be easy to get dirty.
But her shirt and shoes were always spotless.
"Little Butterfly!" Zhuang Ziang shouted.
"Zhuang Ziang, I'm sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?" Su Yudie blinked her big watery eyes.
"No, I just arrived too. Look, the soy milk is still hot." Zhuang Ziang smiled.
In fact, the soy milk was still a little hot when I just came out of the breakfast shop.
He served it for ten minutes, and it was just right now.
The two walked into the school together and came to the flower bed yesterday.
The hyacinths and wisteria flowers in the flowerbed were still hanging with morning dew.
When the sun shines on them, they are crystal clear.
Su Yudie carried a black shoulder bag today. She took out an oil paper bag from it, and immediately a burst of fragrance came out.
It was filled with green noodles, which was Qingtuan.
Qingtuan is a traditional snack that has been around for thousands of years. It is made of green mugwort juice mixed with glutinous rice flour, and then added with bean paste or lotus paste fillings. It is green in color and has a light and elegant fragrance.
Take a bite, and it seems like you can eat spring into your stomach.
Zhuang Ziang picked up a Qingtuan and took a bite. It was filled with red bean paste, sweet but not greasy.
"Wow, it looks good and tastes good. Did you really make it yourself?"
Su Yudie nodded: "Of course, I learned it from my grandma."
"You have a clever hand. This Qingtuan is so beautiful." Zhuang Ziang praised from the bottom of his heart.
"Wormwood can eliminate heat and dampness. If you eat more, you will definitely not have nosebleeds." Su Yudie drank a mouthful of red date soy milk.
"What? This is made specifically for me?" Zhuang Ziang was surprised.
"Of course, it's so troublesome to make this. I have to pick fresh wormwood, mash it and mix it with dough, steam it and then wrap the filling. I got up so early today." Su Yudie said, covering her mouth and yawning.
Zhuang Ziang felt warm in his heart.
I really didn't expect that someone would be so attentive to me.
It's a pity that this Qingtuan can't cure my nosebleed.
"Little Butterfly, I'm fine. Don't do so much for me in the future."
Su Yudie shook her head stubbornly: "No, we are friends. Friends should care about each other."
Zhuang Ziang bit the green ball silently, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Oh my God, are you kidding me?
Why do you want to send such a person to me when I'm about to die?
"By the way, Zhuang Ziang, I'm sorry, I can't play with my phone at night, and I didn't see your message until this morning." Su Yudie suddenly remembered the message and apologized quickly.
"It's okay, I know you will reply after you see it." Zhuang Ziang said softly.
"It's time for class, thank you for the soy milk, bye!"
Su Yudie shook the cup in her hand and stepped lightly onto the stairs.
Three or two steps, she disappeared around the corner.
Zhuang Ziang was still standing by the flower bed, silently looking at the direction where the girl disappeared.
He was originally standing in the shadow of the teaching building. At this time, the sun gradually rose and the shadow gradually receded.
The warm sunlight poured down, illuminating his entire body.