four year itch

Before the subway station incident, Ye Jia originally had her own BP number, which was mainly used to browse Xu Ruibai's super chat, like, comment, and repost one-stop for Xu Ruibai.But since that incident, Ye Jia never logged into that account again.

His trumpet is called [Tea Ou Xuejuan]. These four characters come from a poem by Zhang Ye. Ye Jia especially likes the last two lines of this poem: .It’s only a bosom friend, the mid-night cold moon, soaking in the shadow of Penglai.”

When Ye Jia first read it, he felt beautiful and lonely, it was hard to find a friend in the world, and even the most beautiful things were hard to see from the outside.

It matches the name, and this account is indeed very deserted. Ye Jia used to use it as a manuscript box. Although he also followed Xu Ruibai, he didn't post anything except a few insignificant likes for Xu Ruibai. any relevant status.Now Ye Jia uses it to watch news and short videos, and occasionally post some essays, but he does not share his status.

So Ye Jia didn't know where this CX330 got his number, and he read all the random things he wrote in one breath.It's just that the other party's tone seemed childish and friendly, so Ye Jia, who was called "big big" for the first time, couldn't help but want to reply solemnly.

Ye Jia typed the word "thank you", but felt that it was too perfunctory. After deleting it, he typed the word "thank you very much", and he was more satisfied.

Compared to Ye Jia who was so nervous that he didn't know what to do, the CX330 on the other end seemed much calmer. After sending Ye Jia the message, he went to take a shower.He seemed to have returned to his usual emotionless look.However, he still couldn't help himself and put the phone on the shelf in the bathroom.In the few seconds between turning on the tap, he quickly glanced at the inbox, but there was no movement.

It took Xu Ruibai a quick shower in less than 5 minutes, and opened the inbox again while wiping his hair, but there was still no movement.

——What if Ye Jia no longer uses this account?

In fact, less than 24 hours ago, Ye Jia just liked a small video.

Ye Jia didn't reply all day, Xu Ruibai had already forgotten how many times he had clicked on the dialog box without any action, and he became anxious, wondering if he should send another message.

But he still didn't.He thought that in the past few days, Ye Jia might have lived in such a state of anxiety every day, opened the dialog box with himself countless times, watched the news that had disappeared, but was afraid to ask more questions.Xu Ruibai couldn't help but clenched his fist and touched his forehead, his expression looked very painful.

Fang Fangwen tapped the table in front of Xu Ruibai lightly, "Xiaobai, are you still resting?"

It was only now that Xu Ruibai realized that it was already eleven o'clock, and it was time to turn off the lights, which was slow in the past.

"Just went to sleep." Xu Ruibai subconsciously looked down at the phone which had no news.

"Then shall I turn off the light?"

"OK, good night."

Fang Ziwen turned off the big lights in the hall, leaving only a dim night light for some customers who might have to wake up at night.Xu Ruibai sat quietly in the dark for a while, and decided with disappointment that he probably won't receive any news tonight, so it's better to go to bed early.

He put the cup in front of him in a fixed position, then stood up and gently arranged the chairs neatly. He was doing these meaningless movements very slowly.Just when he picked up his phone and was about to go back to his room, the phone in his hand vibrated slightly and the screen lit up.

[Tea Ou Snow Roll] Thank you very much for your liking, but I can't write a long novel with my current ability, so I want to say sorry to you.

There was light in Xu Ruibai's eyes, he couldn't help smiling when he saw this message that seemed a bit too formal.It was confirmed in an instant that it was Ye Jia, he was so familiar with it, it almost instantly returned to the time when the two talked for the first time.

He always gives the greatest gratitude to others for a little bit of kindness, and expresses his sincerity to others in the most sincere tone, so that he is too polite, almost to the point of hypocrisy.

But Xu Ruibai knew that Ye Jia was such a person, always cautious, afraid that he would not be considerate enough and offend the other party.

Xu Ruibai paused for a moment, and replied, "I didn't expect the big conference to reply me, I'm so happy! Your writing is really great, and I will always be a big fan."

Ye Jia was lying on the bed, seeing the other party's enthusiastic reply, a little flattered and a little bit wanting to laugh, never thought that he would have fans one day.It's just that the other party is probably a young child, and he can easily type the word "forever". Across the two ends of the phone screen, "forever" becomes even more illusory.

He vaguely remembered that he had said the same thing to that person with enthusiasm.He who typed these two words at that time was really sincere, and sincerity should not be laughed at at any time.

Ye Jia said with sympathetic gratitude, "You are the first person to say that you like these articles. Thank you for your support, we are all friends."

"Actually, I have always wanted to write a story. I have been thinking about it for a long time, but my writing skills are so poor that I have never been able to write it, so I am very envious of Da Da being able to write my own story."

Ye Jia couldn't help laughing, further confirming that the other party should be a child, and there was frustration of not being confident and longing for affirmation in every line.If possible, he is willing to give the other party some encouragement within his ability.

He said, "What story? You can tell me if you don't mind, and we can discuss it."

"Is it really possible?!" Looking at the exclamation mark, Ye Jia could almost imagine the expression of joy on the other side's eyes.

"Of course." Ye Jia replied with a smile.

The dialog box of CX330 always shows that it is inputting, but no message is sent.Ye Jia wondered if he was being too presumptuous.

After a while, the other party replied, "Dear, I'm so excited! I'll sort out the outline of the story and send it to you tomorrow. It's already late, you should rest first. Good night!"

After saying goodnight, Ye Jia suddenly remembered something and reopened the dialog box, "You don't have to call me Da Da all the time, I'm not used to it, you can just call me Ah Cha."

CX330 replied quickly, "Acha, hello (^_^)/"

"Hello."

The impenetrable life seems to be torn open by someone, and some soft light is blown in, as well as the fragrance of some flower petals.

Time and space spanned five years, turning upside down, and they stood at the starting point of time again, stood at the door of the story, and stretched out their hands to each other with a smile.

Come on, dust off the snow of the day, and rebuild a spring with stolen roses.

After the chat was over, Ye Jia clicked into the other party's homepage and flipped through it casually.

The account of this CX330 kid deeply embodies the characteristics of young people who are easy to get bored. The follow list can be described as diverse, including top stars, beauty makeup, and reading bloggers.

Ye Jia couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a woman, whether he was an Omega or an Alpha, and he couldn't even tell what his hobbies were, but what he could be sure of was that the other party was really keen on surfing the Internet, and he still only watched the screen The kind of surfing, because his last BP retweet was still two years ago.It is not surprising that such a person stumbles upon his own account.

Ye Jia turned off the phone, and secretly categorized the encounter tonight as "God's Will", not fate, but God's will.Fate often has helplessness in a narrow sense, but God's will is more like the courtesy of heaven.He didn't want to get to the bottom of the reason, and just left everything to time.He rarely felt satisfied.Sometimes, it is more reassuring to be known than to be loved.

He had a hunch that he should be able to sleep well tonight.