It was unexpected for me to be able to connect in such a dramatic way.

But I also have to sigh, thanks to the fact that I changed the names of my two headphones before, and added an emoji candy icon in front of the default model, otherwise the other party would not recognize me so quickly.

But his voice was too good.

After arriving at the company, the man still lingered as he read out his cell phone number word by word in the receiver.

Taking off my cardigan, I quickly sat down, opened a memo, and prepared to copy and paste the string of numbers to WeChat to add him as a friend.

Point your finger, and the "Call" option pops up at the bottom of the screen.

My heart beat so fast all the way, that my brain was a little confused and sluggish at the moment, the action and thinking were separated, and I watched myself press down like this.

The screen went dark, showing the dial-out state. My head lost weight for two seconds, woke up, and hurriedly pressed it off.

But it's too late, it's already played out, he'll see.

It's too much to hide it... I might as well wait for him to answer like an old dog, it seems that I'm not at all generous if I hang up in seconds.

Just scratch it.

Heartbroken, I threw my phone back on the desk.

The next second, he really called back, the phone rang, and my heart throbbed.

I looked left and right, pressed answer, and pressed it to my ear.

"Hey."

My eardrums couldn't help itching, and it was this clear, soothing voice again. Who can resist this sound.

I held my breath, not daring to gasp for breath: "Well."

"Candy's beats studio buds?"

My face heats up, and he uses my earphone name to identify me. The most common models are also called by him like their exclusive nicknames. English is still good in his mouth.

I stabilized my emotions: "Well, it's me."

He gave a soft "Oh": "What are you looking for from me?"

His tone pretended to be Zhuang Zheng, but he could tell that he was in a relaxed state and smiled.

"Well..." I paused for a second: "Make sure you gave me a fake number."

He smiled: "Is it confirmed now?"

Me: "Confirmed."

Can't stand it.

I had to hold the lower half of my face with my other free hand to watch over the cheekbones that I wanted to arch through the ceiling.

There was silence in the receiver.

Two strangers who had never met before, and the inevitable awkwardness of such a stall.

I hurriedly asked for words: "I will add you later..."

He also said something at the same time: "I don't seem to have received it yet..."

We stopped together again.

His laughter flickered briefly.

I know, we're talking about the same thing.

After a second or two of silence, I coughed and answered his unfinished questions: "I just arrived at the company, I'll add it right away."

He said, "Okay."

"Then—" I pursed my lips hard to hold back a smile: "Am I hanging up?"

Him: "Hmm."

"Goodbye," I added: "See you on WeChat."

He replied, "See you on WeChat."

He didn't hang up right away, as if he was waiting for me first, I took a slow breath, put the phone back in front of me, and pressed the red button for a second.

reluctant. I'm sure any woman will be reluctant to talk to this voice once.

I didn't save the number, and kept my promise to add his WeChat as soon as possible.

His WeChat name is just one letter, "l", what, the "l" in Death Note.

The avatar is clearly and clearly the scumbag head of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai.

I entered the application message while slandering, and the emoji candy is the most recognizable.

He passed quickly.

I was about to send a hi in the past, and WeChat automatically popped up an emoji package that I could choose. I thought about it and picked the cutest past.

hi.

He replied with the same content.

Help. I don't know what to say anymore.

Lips and tongues fight on the phone, and text chats can't squeeze out a flower.

I squeezed my fingers cramped: I thought you were a sister.

he:?

Well, this question mark can basically confirm that he is a straight man.

I raised my lips to explain: the third song on the subway today is a girl's tone.

He said: Oh.

Him: That song is called "g jay"

Me: So you're saying good morning?

Him: Almost.

I don't understand: almost? Do you mean anything else?

Him: Maybe.

He didn't say more, but I understood, the lyrics of that song were ambiguous.

Some things don't need to be stated directly, word for word. Transparency is obvious, but it also undermines the illusion.

Yet my curiosity trumped my desire to deal with blank space.

I asked: what happened to that speech today?

The headset is connected to me, so he can't speak.

He was candid: pre-recorded.

I'm a little surprised: ?

He: I listened to you all the way last Friday, and when I came back, I thought, I went a little hasty. If I meet again and you want to know me, I will let you listen to it.

Him: Turns out it came in handy this Friday.

I started giggling and started to talk about some old-fashioned fatalism: we are really destined.

Him: Yes.

I asked: What if I were a man?

He said: Do men use "sugar" as a prefix?

I frowned: maybe a "sister".

Him: That's not bad either.

I revealed this with a smile: I like your playlist very much.

Him: Thank you.

I still find it incredible: the last time you didn't run me out of your phone.

Him: Occasionally entertain intruders.

Me: But I listened to it for a long time.

Him: So I took an extra stop that day.

I was surprised: ? ? ?

Him: Like you got off the bus early today.

I couldn't help but fantasize: You guessed it?

Him: Hmm.

I didn't hide it: I was looking for you in the car today, but I couldn't find it.

Him: It's okay, didn't lose it anyway.

I subconsciously wanted to drink some water to dilute my smile, but when I reached my lips, I realized that I had been busy contacting him after coming to the company and hadn't had time to pick up the water, so I just took a sip of air.

I put the cup back with a sigh and continued typing: What if I don't get out of the car?

Him: I don't know either.

Me: I may never see you again. You should have sent me earlier.

Him: I don't know if you just want to be a guest or if you really want to know me. Afraid to scare you.

Me: You must receive a clear signal before you can safely reply to the signal, right?

He: Well, the ghost knows whether the earthlings are here to invade me or to become friends.

I laughed out loud: Okay.

Fortunately, I didn't lose it. I was lucky again, and tried to extract his personal information: Alien, is it convenient for me to give me a note name? Your screen name makes me flustered and always reminds me of Death Note.

He obviously knew this stalk and this anime, so he smiled back: This is the initials of my name, my surname is Lu, you can remark "Lu".

How wary, I exchanged only a worthless perfunctory message: My name is kiki in English at the company.

He doesn't seem to mind: No, I made a note when I added you.

I'm curious: eh? What?

The chat box was silent, and after a few seconds, the corners of my mouth rose up indiscriminately.

Because he shared a song:

"sugar" by maroon 5

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