"Get back together?"
Wang Zibo's mind almost didn't turn around, and he immediately replied without using the familiar full spelling: "Didn't you say that Zhao Zheng cheated on you and you will never forgive him again?"
This message seemed to fall on deaf ears. Huang Hui probably felt that there was no need to explain the reason to Wang Zibo, so she didn't reply.
Waiting is always anxious, especially for Wang Zibo now, he can't concentrate on doing anything.
When customers come to send express delivery, he greets them with a forced smile;
When part-time students come to consult, he pretends to respond as if nothing happened.
But he often makes mistakes, and he gets stuck in the middle of speaking. To express it in one word, it is called "disoriented", that is, the soul is gone, the head is confused, but the body is still there, relying on consciousness to speak and do things.
Only when the Xiaolingtong "ding" came with a message, Wang Zibo's eyes lit up, and found that it was just a text message from the operator, and put it in his pocket with a face full of disappointment.
The first message was not replied, so Wang Zibo sent the second and third messages. He was like a drowning man who had to hold on to a life-saving straw.
How to hold on?
Just by continuously sending messages, simply hoping that Huang Hui could change her mind.
The second message: Sister Xiaohui, Zhao Zheng is a scumbag, please don't be stubborn, didn't you say last time that you wanted to find a steady and stable boy?
The third message: Sister Xiaohui, where are you now? I want to find you.
But without exception, Huang Hui didn't move.
Wang Zibo's chest was twisted with pain, as if something was missing somewhere in his heart. He had to breathe deeply to maintain the cool autumn weather, otherwise it would be really uncomfortable.
Night fell unknowingly, and Wang Zibo didn't notice it until those part-time students went to dinner one by one and packed up their things and left the store one by one.
At this time, with a "ding" sound, Huang Hui's message finally came. Wang Zibo was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He hurriedly opened his pager.
"Zhao Zheng said he wanted to marry me. Thank you for your concern."
"Marry?"
Wang Zibo's chest was hit by another heavy hammer, and he felt even more uncomfortable.
In fact, if Chen Hansheng was here, he would see through it at a glance.
Zhao Zheng definitely had no intention of getting married. This is a story of a male liar trying to make a female liar happy. After the female liar believed it, she kicked away the honest man who had helped her find a job.
The matter was not over. When the female liar found that she had been fooled again, the role of the honest man would be reflected again.
However, Chen Hansheng did not know these things, because Wang Zibo did not dare to say it. It was not that he did not know how humble his behavior was, but he could not control the urge to contact.
Maybe the other party was not beautiful, maybe the other party was not noble, but he just happened to like her.
When the door was about to close at 9pm, Wang Zibo realized that he had to go back to the dormitory, but he didn't want to leave at all.
"Ding-ling-ling."
The pager suddenly rang, and Wang Zibo took a look. It was his father's phone.
"What happened to you this afternoon? Did you quarrel with your mother?"
"You are almost 20 years old, can you be more sensible?"
"Your mother sold pickles to raise tuition for you, a few coins at a time, have you forgotten?"
"Now your mother is so angry with you that she can't eat dinner or sleep. Are you worthy of her?"
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Listening to his father's scolding, Wang Zibo's tears that he had held back for an afternoon "swish" flowed down, but he didn't dare to show it. He let the tears silently wash his face, sniffed and said: "I'm sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have quarreled with my mother."
Wang Zibo's father was also stunned for a moment. This was a bit abnormal. Usually Wang Zibo would definitely quarrel with him.
"You should be more careful in the future, and think more about the difficulties of me and your mother."
Wang Zibo's father sternly warned him and hung up the phone.
After a breakup and being scolded by his father, Wang Zibo only thought of his best friend Chen Hansheng.
While wiping his tears, he called Chen Hansheng, and the phone rang for a long time before it was connected.
"If you have anything to say, please make it short. I'm playing cards... Hey, Lao Yang, you're boring now. I'm double-checking, and the score of the bottom card will be doubled."
It was obvious that Chen Hansheng was playing cards from the noisy voice.
"Little Chen..."
Wang Zibo cried as soon as he spoke, and Chen Hansheng was shocked: "What the hell are you crying for? Is Uncle Wang and Aunt Lu in trouble?"
Based on Chen Hansheng's social experience, calls after 9 o'clock in the evening are likely to be about problems with the other party's family.
"No, they're fine."
Wang Zibo tried his best to suppress his emotions: "I just want to have a drink with you."
"Fuck, don't scare me if you're fine."
However, from Chen Hansheng's perspective, since Wang Zibo's parents are fine, it's Wang Zibo's own business, so he was relieved.
"You're out of your mind, it's already 9 o'clock, drink shit... Lao Liu, let's be the banker this time."
Chen Hansheng was talking to Wang Zibo while playing cards.
"Xiao Chen, I really can't find anyone, I feel very uncomfortable."
Wang Zibo said painfully.
Chen Hansheng was annoyed: "I said I'm busy, I'm playing cards, don't be sad, you want to drink but don't even check what time it is."
"Beep, beep."
Wang Zibo listened to the microphone again, and it was busy. He wiped his tears and put down the pager.
Wang Zibo would not blame Chen Hansheng. This was his character. In his eyes, his problems were trivial matters that were not worth mentioning. But it was good that way. He would not be laughed at.
Wang Zibo sat alone in the store. Not long after, the glass door was suddenly pushed open, and two graceful figures appeared.
It turned out to be Xiao Rongyu and her roommate Bian Shishi. It was cold outside, and both of them were wrapped up tightly.
Wang Zibo was crying, and he quickly wiped his tears with his sleeves: "Why did you come here?"
Xiao Rongyu took off her scarf: "We took a taxi here. Xiao Chen said that you might be in trouble, so I came to see you first."
"Where are they?" Wang Zibo asked blankly.
"He's on the way too."
Xiao Rongyu pulled a chair over and sat down, exhaled and said: "I was rehearsing at the time, and he called several times in a row. You know Xiao Chen's temper, and he blamed me for answering too slowly. Zibo, what happened to you?"
"It's nothing serious, thank you."
Wang Zibo felt particularly grateful, he didn't know what to say.
"Why are you so polite, it only takes us 10 minutes to come."
Xiao Rongyu handed over the tissue and motioned Wang Zibo to wipe his tears.
"Ding-ling-ling."
The pager rang again, it was his father's call again. Although he had just scolded him for no reason, Wang Zibo still answered it.
"That."
His father's voice seemed a little embarrassed: "When I hung up the phone just now, I seemed to hear you crying..."
"No, the weather was too cold, I was sniffing."
Wang Zibo replied immediately, he was embarrassed to let his parents know about his business.
"Oh, that's good."
My father had not received much education, and he was always dull in expressing his emotions. He was not very good at comforting people. He said after a long pause: "If you have any problems, just talk to Chen Hansheng. That guy is tough and much smarter than you. You won't suffer if you follow him."
"I know, Dad. I'll hang up first."
"Yeah, that, that, go home if you have nothing to do. Your mother made pork skin jelly. You loved it the most when you were a child..."
Listening to his father's poor comfort, he imagined the scene of his best friend driving over here cursing all the way, and Xiao Rongyu, as a friend, who put down the rehearsal and rushed over.
At this moment, Wang Zibo's heart suddenly warmed up.