Dinon

"Dudu-"

The sound of the mobile phone notification sounded, she frowned and put down the book she was reading the highlights, picked up the mobile phone on the table, clicked on the text message, and sure enough, it was sent from that number again.

"It's autumn and the weather is cold. Remember to add more clothes when you are there. Don't blindly pursue beauty and wear less. Be careful not to catch a cold."

It was a very warm reminder, like a mother, but she didn't think it was a text message from her mother. After all, no mother would send a text message every morning and night, because they understand their daughter's thoughts and know that her daughter needs * and independent.

Since it is not a mother, it is a lover.

Forgive her for guessing like this, it is because since she changed this number, she will receive a "good morning" text message from that number every morning, and a "good night" text message before going to bed at night .

Even so, she did not recognize the owner of the number, which meant that this was a wrong message.In other words, the person the owner of that number wants to send a message to is not her.

It is the person who used this number before, or the person before.

I have to admire the perseverance of that strange number. She changed the number last summer. She received this text message that night, and it has continued to this day.

It's not that I didn't want to send a message to tell the person that it sent the wrong number, but I clicked and clicked on the phone to cancel the sending.

No why, life without hope is painful, isn't it?

Since the wrong number was sent, and it has been wrong until now, it means that it does not know the message of the person it originally wanted to care about, and can only rely on the wrong number, the only remaining connection, to comfort its heart.

It seems that it really loves the person with the original number.

Not too much entanglement, just good morning every morning, good night at night, and holiday greetings, I have to say, this is still a talented person, holiday blessings are all written in poems.

But, that has nothing to do with me, does it?

She sighed slightly, read the content of the message again with a smile, then tapped her finger to delete it, and her lonely face was printed on the screen of the phone when she put it down. .

Thank you, unknown stranger.

Even though I know that you don't care about me, I still yearn for your tenderness greedily.

So much so that I ignore your pain and despair.

So, bye.