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In the early winter in the north, the sun was scorching and there was no snow. The ordinary afternoon, which was supposed to be hot and cold, was blown away by the seven-level wind.

The lunch break came to an end, and most of the students on their way to the classroom bowed their heads and held their chests in groups.There is a knife hidden in the wind, and the point of the blade is all frowning and tangled faces in pain. People who are light in weight wish they could ride the raging wind and fly directly there.

Xiang Chi finally ended the morning's experiment, stretched his stiff neck, walked out of the laboratory building and rushed to the cafeteria to eat against the flow of people.

His hair is short and his brows are cold, his eyes are often lazy and distant, and the [-]% sense of distance casts an invisible barrier on him. When walking on the road, girls will whisper behind him as an aura.

But now, even if the aura is made of reinforced concrete, it will be blown to pieces by the strong wind.Xiang Chi's [-]-year-old man, with his muscular body, was forced to walk faster and faster by the wind, and the thrust behind him had reached a point that could not be ignored.

He didn't believe the weather forecast was level [-]. It's a pity that the weather doesn't stop classes.

As classes approach, the first and second floors of each cafeteria have already been sold out and closed, and only the windows on the third floor and above that can be made to order are still open.

He rushed to the nearest new cafeteria and walked up to the third floor, ordered fried rice relatively quickly, and went into the booth area with the plate in one hand.

Auntie has already started to clean the surrounding tables, and there are few people in the huge hall.

He took out the spoon from the chopstick holder and withdrew his hand for a while.

Who dropped the phone here?

He saw a black mobile phone that was almost integrated with it standing beside the black chopsticks barrel. He picked it up and turned it over to observe. The transparent and hard mobile phone case was frayed at the edges, and it seemed to have been used for a long time.

Xiang Chi turned his head and looked around, thinking of sending the meal to the lost and found office in the cafeteria for the owner to find by himself, but instinctively, he pressed the lock screen button.

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Some people don't set a lock screen password these days?

Xiang Chi stared at the screen that stayed on the document interface, and pressed return without looking at the content carefully.

This mobile phone is different from his system, and it is a little rusty to use. He swipe towards the edge of the screen for a long time, and finally the small microphone logo he wants to see pops up. When he clicks on it, the interface displays the recent call records. The contact of "husband" was dialed after 43:[-] in the morning, and the call lasted [-] seconds.

There are several records of the same person in a row, occasionally interspersed with some strange numbers without notes.

Called her husband, it should be a boyfriend or something.

Xiang Chi swallowed the fried rice and dialed the number.

Just as he was waiting to answer, there was a sudden vibration in his pocket. He put down the spoon and took out his mobile phone. The caller ID: Little Fox.

The corners of Xiang Chi's lips raised uncontrollably, and he turned his eyes to look at the "husband" who hadn't answered yet, and directly pressed the cut button to answer Little Fox's call wholeheartedly.

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Bye?

All the keys on the phone disappeared in an instant, and the other party cut off the connection first, leaving a missed call record.

Xiang Chi felt baffled and hung up in a few seconds. Did he touch it by mistake?

He called back and waited for a while, but the phone in his hand vibrated, and the caller ID: "Husband".

Xiang Chi was taken aback for a moment, something flashed through his mind, he raised his hand nervously, hesitating with his thumb on the screen for two seconds, he could be called an answer for this "husband" carefully, the little fox in his hand was the same Time was picked up.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated unstoppably, and the several-second records synchronized on the two mobile phones seemed to be a starting engine, pumping crazily for his heart in a very short period of time. If it wasn't for the ribs blocking him, he might take off after a few seconds.

The answer was ready to come out, but in order to eliminate the last hesitation, he still approached the microphone and said "Hello" to the little fox with doubts, and the "husband" on the other side immediately uttered his own voice, a tentative "Hello".

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Xiang Chi stared blankly at the "husband" in his hand, then looked at the little fox, and pressed the small red handset with his left thumb in a panic, the call was disconnected, and the interface of "husband" also stopped connecting immediately, leaving a 15 seconds of recording.

He stopped eating and was not in a hurry to go to class. He sat straight in his seat and stared at the husband with quotation marks for 5 minutes, his mind was blank.

I don't know how long it took, he managed to recover some sanity from his daze, and searched through his call records. At 43:8 in the morning, he dialed in in 52 seconds. The caller was Xiaohu, yesterday morning at [-]:[-] Five, the [-]-second dial-in record is still a little fox, two-way comparison, the "husband" is also hanging at the same time for the same length of time.

There are several lines in a row, all of which are consistent.

Right.

Xiang Chi put away his mobile phone, looked at those "husband" records, and clicked on the contact information. The 11-digit number was indeed his phone number.

He picked up the spoon and dug a mouthful of the fried rice, it wasn't cool enough, he chewed, but couldn't tell what he was eating, he covered his chewing mouth with one hand, and blocked the corners of his lips that rose wildly, but he couldn't stop it. He squinted his exceptionally soft eyes.

It is impossible to be cold and cold, he can wake up laughing at this scene in his dreams.

Xiang Chi licked his lips and laughed even more wildly. The tip of his exposed canine teeth was full of evil, and a huge hole was torn in the barrier that no strangers should enter. He looked like a newly discovered bad boy , naive and uncontrollably happy.

He flipped over and glanced at the fingerprint reader on the back of the phone, saw the logo of the phone brand, researched it for a while, took out his phone and searched: SV phone screen capture button.

Jiao Xian walked out of the courier station against the strong wind, holding the box in his hand, and went straight to the laboratory building.

This semester, through a professor's recommendation, he joined the project research initiated by the merger of the School of Pharmacy and the School of Clinical Medicine. If there is no spare time in the course, he has to rush to report and work. There is no class this afternoon, and a lot of time is destined to be dedicated to Groups of petri dishes.

There were two seniors sitting in the lab, through the glass window, Jiao Xian greeted them.He turned around and took the disposable waterproof bag in the small basket to put his mobile phone in, and put his hand in his pocket, it was empty.

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The two pockets are cleaner than a face that has been exposed to sandstorms all afternoon.

He rummaged through his pockets, dormitory keys, laboratory key cards, student cards, and supermarket receipts.

One is lighter than the other, but there is no broken mobile phone that is about to retire.

He was in a bad mood looking at the white new phone box.

The old mobile phone suddenly overheated recently, and the fingerprint unlocking became very insensitive. Every minute and every second revealed a dangerous atmosphere that was about to explode. For personal safety, he placed an order for a new model overnight.

Now the new machine is indeed in place and ready to go to work, but the old one is lost?

He didn't have time to import all the data records in the laboratory, various photo materials, family and friends' phone numbers, phone cards, etc. into the new mobile phone.

My heart was quickly occupied by nameless anxiety, the fox eyes that had always been smiling became cold, the sharp eyes were filled with bad mood, and there was no meekness.

Jiao Xian made all hygiene preparations with a stern face, pushed the door open and entered, the eyes on the mask were unusually cold.

"Senior, can I borrow your mobile phone? I lost my mobile phone. Make a call to see if anyone found it."

The senior in front of the centrifuge picked up the mobile phone on the table beside him, entered the password and handed it over: "Can you remember where you lost it?"

Jiao Xian tried to bring up the memory of the last time he came into contact with the unlucky machine, but finally settled on the bad experiment review notes.

"It should be in the cafeteria."

An hour ago, his good mood was shattered by his teammates in an experimental class.

The professor of the experimental class arranged a one-on-one topic selection report meeting for each group. Before the meeting was about 10 minutes away, his teammate, who was always in the dark, suddenly sent a document. He opened it and read it. , His face turned black on the spot.

Their team selected the sixth topic, and the document sent by this brother turned out to be the basic knowledge under the third topic. Maybe it was a "similar volume" from someone else, so I endured the dark fire , he benevolently summarized the dry goods in his mind and sent it to the other party.

And the mobile phone lost all trace of its existence after that.

He took the phone and dialed his own.

"The cafeteria is okay, no one picked it up, and the cleaning aunt will also put it away, so it's not a big problem." The senior picked up the sample in the centrifuge and said comfortingly.

If it is not picked up by the aunt, then this loss will be a farewell.

He once lost a pencil case in the cafeteria that was not picked up by his aunt, a bag of used pens and two erasers with broken corners. This configuration can disappear without a trace in the end, not to mention the mobile phone.

Jiao Xian reluctantly nodded, almost without any hope.

"Hello." The sandy voice pierced the eardrum along the earpiece. He thought he would not be connected, but he didn't expect someone to actually respond. He was startled by the sound of hello.

"Hello, hello."

Xiang Chi was still sitting in the cafeteria, not wanting to go to class at all, looking at the "husband" on the phone with a stiff smile on his cheeks, thinking wildly for a long time, and directly turned off the 6 bars of Xiaohu's phone.

After 15 minutes of constant light, the still picture lost 6 battery. This phone really needs to be replaced.

Just as he reluctantly collected the bowls and chopsticks and was about to go to class, the phone rang.

Lai Xian: Song Ran (clinical research)

It was the senior in their lab, he answered with a smile, and he could hear the little fox's clean and deep voice with just one sentence.

Calling her husband in front of his face with such a voice, I don't know what it feels like.

"Hello." My mind was already full of colors, but the replying person pretended to be normal and calm.

He asked casually: "Did you claim the mobile phone?"

Jiao Xian was taken aback.

The sound was in his ears, and he could connect this sound with the WeChat voice that was played repeatedly at night through the poor sound quality of the call signal.

"Xiang Chi?"

There was a chuckle and a low "hmm" from there.

"The response is pretty quick."

The laughter was too dull, and Su Dejiao pursed his lips in a very hopeless way and thought about it several times in his heart, missing the profound meaning in this sentence.

"Did you find my mobile phone?" His fingers tightened unconsciously, and the plastic waterproof bag made a slight "squeaky" sound, but it couldn't cover up his subconsciously relaxed tone.

Usually he talks straight and deep when talking to others, but he talks to Xiang Chi, and his straight and deep tone is always mixed with a little gentleness.

Special treatment and special attitude are Xiangchi's exclusive small details.

Listening to the same voice in the WeChat voice a few days ago, Xiang Chi was still scoffing at his narcissistic brain hole. Today, at this moment, he chooses to believe in his own brain.

"I found it, it's in the cafeteria." He squeezed the corners of his mouth, afraid that his smile would be heard too much.

"Oh, thank you."

Under the mask, Jiao Xian vainly squeezed away the smile that was about to hang on his ears.

He just picked up a mobile phone, but he started to explode fireworks in his head inexplicably.

The fate between him and Xiang Chi is too wonderful, and tens of thousands of people in the school just let him pick it up. This kind of luck and coincidence is nothing more than winning a million lottery.

"Your heart is big enough, just stand on the side of the chopsticks." Xiang Chi's smile was not hidden after all, and he simply stopped restraining himself and melted into every word carelessly.

Hearing Jiao Xian, there was a familiar tone of affection and helplessness.

Xiang Chi's voice is so nice!

Jiao Xian narrowed his fox eyes again, and made a symbolic sophistry: "Recently there are many things, I'm a little confused."

"Are you in a hurry? Send it to you?" Xiang Chi looked at the time, and couldn't wait to see the fox eyes he saw yesterday with his own eyes. He felt that the next class would not be impossible.

"Farewell, there is no hurry. Aren't you full class this afternoon? It's almost time for class."

Xiang Chi stuck out his tongue and licked the side of his cheek, wishing he could rush over to find someone immediately.

I remember the class schedule so clearly, you beat Jiao Xian with stone.

"Let's take a late night's rest. I'll find you after my late night's rest. Which classroom?" Without noticing that he was revealing anything, Jiao Xian smiled and sat on the swivel chair beside him.

"Are you still in the lab at night?" He might have to go back to the lab to continue working after his late break. It was windy outside, and Xiang Chi didn't really want him to make a fuss.

"Well, it ends at eight o'clock in the evening."

The tone is mild.

Ever since he was shocked by the word husband, Xiang Chi now feels that life is full of clues, and every inadvertent detail will lead him into the truth that Jiao Xian likes him.

He gritted his teeth resentfully, his lips curved uncontrollably with a full evil spirit.

"I'll go to the lab to find you after evening class, just wait."

Just wait, your husband has passed.

"Okay, thank you." The swivel chair next to the centrifuge was adjusted very high, and Jiao Xian's long legs were crossed to one side, and he subconsciously turned left and right, staring down at the floor tiles, his smiling eyes shone brightly.

"Well, no thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Chi stood in the stairwell and looked at the newly recorded lines of "husband", wishing he could take it off and put it on his body.

Jiao Xian is a boy who can shoot a beam of sunshine when shooting three-pointers. He is cheerful, loves to laugh, and is calm and steady. He has already left high school, but he is still full of youthful breath even in his sweat. He will never be obedient at first glance. Consider half a point.

But Xiang Chi stared at the note, staring at the full cuteness.

I can't tell, little fox, that he is so soft on his position.

Due date.

The author has something to say: This must be such a purely sweet article, more everyday, recording Tangtang in the life of a young couple

So maybe not a lot of ups and downs, but it's easy

I saved a lot of manuscripts, and I will update them every day

Thank you for being able to see the little cuties in the vast sea of ​​literature

(Maybe no one is watching (￣.￣))