"Jingle Bells"
I was in class when I suddenly received a text message prompt tone, took out the PHS to see, it is a strange number, I opened the unlock key to see: Hello! What are you doing?
I was stunned and returned: Who are you? How can I have my number?
After a while, I saw the other party's second return: my number was lost. She also added a character-style smile meme after this sentence.
This time I mentioned my hormones, and from just two short sentences, I judged that the other party must be a girl.
Since then, I have been chatting there every day, I seem to feel the taste of love, each knows which school, although it is the same age, but I am a senior in her sophomore year of high school, she is a girls' high school, I am a general high school, the difference between the two schools is twenty minutes walking distance.
Rough estimate, an average of more than a hundred short messages a day, resulting in my monthly speech bill is seriously exceeded, the family does not know how much scolding, because at that time PHS was tied to the home landline, every time my mother went to pay the phone bill, a look to hundreds, come back will always scold me, and even several times to confiscate my PHS. I also know that the phone bill is excessive, but I just can't control myself, and I won't feel uncomfortable for a while.
After talking for about three months, one day, she sent a message saying: You be my brother, I am 11 days older than you.
As soon as I froze, my heart suddenly went cold, but I quickly figured it out that this was not a thing. 8090 should know that at that time, the popular recognition of brothers and sisters was very much of a jianghu feeling. From that day on, she called me brother and I called her sister.
One day, she sent a message and said: Will you come out tomorrow to play? A few of us in the dormitory are going to the party, are you coming? You can also call friends together!
I looked, happy and broken, and kept imagining what she looked like, and now I could always see it, and I didn't hesitate to return: Okay, what time is it? Where to meet?
After a while she sent a place, which I saw was very close, and it was also the place I had often visited before, and it was only a five-minute walk from home.
It is very strange that in the past, whether it was a good student or a bad student or a hooligan, they basically operated in that area, and fights and brawls happened from time to time.
The next day, On Saturday, I called my two hair boys to go to the food city together.
Along the way, I kept sending messages, asking where I was, which door was waiting, what color clothes to wear, and so on.
In general, I saw a group of seven or eight girls standing at the gate of the food city in the distance, still looking around at something, so many students standing at the door, which also attracted the attention of passers-by, and a group of small across the road were still whistling at them.
I think they must also be curious about my appearance, so they keep looking at it.
(To be continued)