Short novel "Yang Lin's WeChat Friend"

Author: Wang Enyu

Yang Lin is a literature lover who recently bought a smartphone. Originally, there were few friends, and the mobile phone became the blind man's glasses for a while, which made Yang Lin feel more and more lonely. Yang Lin wants to send a WeChat and make a friend, but who can he send it to? There are quite a few people in the city, coming and going, and it seems that one is busier than the other, and one is more bullish than the other. In the end, Yang Lin chose a mobile phone number similar to his own, which seemed to be a neighbor, and it seemed that he could knock on the door and enter as a guest.

In this way, Yang Lin handed over a WeChat friend.

Yang Lin likes to read the other party's WeChat, in the second WeChat, the other party said that he lived in the villa community: Jianshe Avenue, No. 47. Then, another one was sent: Sunshine... macadam...... fence...... fresh flowers...... rocking chair...... coffee...... Birds...... dad...... nowadays....... Yang Lin did not understand at first, but later he filled in the ellipsis and understood the meaning: along the street, into the sunshine villa with the house number 47, stepping on the gravel paved path, on both sides of the iron fenced garden, which was full of flowers, he (she) sat in a rocking chair, drinking coffee, while listening to the birdsong in the garden. At this time, Dad came back from work and drove a silver-gray Beijing Hyundai car.... Yang Lin was sad, his father was farming in the mountains, and the money he earned was not enough for him to go to school, so he had to come to the city to work and work hard, but his father was getting older and older every day. Yang Lin thought that I should become friends with this person, let him (her) help me, earn more money, buy a villa like that, and take my old father to the city, so he sent a weChat message again.

The other party quickly returned to WeChat: Thank you! I was waiting for my father, he went abroad to investigate, and when he came back, the country was going to have a big project, I had business to do, and I would definitely invite you to come when the time came. Yang Lin saved this WeChat, although he worked as usual, but his heart was lonely again, and he opened his mobile phone from time to time, and an indescribable sense of pride filled his heart.

After ten days, the other party sent a WeChat message: Dad came back, brought a lot of foreign fruits, and got fat, like I thought in my dream, I was so happy and proud!

The idea of wanting to see the other party was generated at this time, and this time, Yang Lin thought of his father again, and every time he went back, he saw him working in the field, as if the work could never be finished. Yang Lin was even more inferior, he missed the other party too much.

But the other party refused, on the grounds that dad, as a state cadre, came to him every day to report on the work of too many people, I was responsible for arranging the reception, there was no extra time.

Yang Lin dismissed this idea.

One day, Yang Lin went to the suburbs with the car to pull cement, the car broke down on the way, and when he got off the car and waited for the driver to repair the car, he accidentally saw a road sign: Construction Road. He immediately thought of the mobile phone friend, and his heart was excited, so he went down the road to find it, and after walking for a while, Yang Lin felt that something was wrong, it was clear that it was a wilderness, and there was not even a decent building. After walking for a while, a large courtyard appeared in front of it, a high wall, and the power grid was still hanging on the wall, look at the door number: No. 47, the first prison in Baolin City. Yang Lin stayed, and just as he was about to leave, the iron door of the prison opened, and several armed police fighters escorted a group of prisoners out. At this time, Yang Lin saw a young man, alone and shadowy, standing under a tree across the road, looking at the group of prisoners in a daze. Yang Lin's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and press out the string of numbers that had been memorized in his heart.

There was a pleasant ringing sound under the tree opposite, and it was the young man's mobile phone that was ringing. Yang Lin was stunned, quickly closed the mobile phone, and quietly retreated...