A message beeps from the phone.

Mingyan picked it up and took a look, the pear vortex on her cheek sank in, her eyes under the lens shone brightly, and her fingers quickly replied to the message.

[Yan: Well, it's a holiday. 】

The other party responded immediately.

[I am not black: Then I will come to play with you in two days. 】

[Yan: Good. 】

[I'm not black: cute cat head. 】

Looking at the little white cat emoji on the screen, Mingyan smiled, exited the chat box, and when she swiped down, she caught a glimpse of a contact with an all-black avatar, her eyes narrowed.

She was silent and clicked into the chat box.

The purpose of entry is the message that he sent a year ago.

[Yan: Don't be kidding. 】

His fingertips trembled, and he gently stroked up.

The conversation between the two came into view.

[Mo: Ayan, shall we play a game? 】

[Yan: Okay, you say. 】

[Mo: We were in the Cold War for a year, and we were not allowed to send messages or make phone calls to each other, and contact them after a year. 】

[Yan: Don't be kidding. 】

Before her message was sent, she was unilaterally blocked by the other party.

Mingyan didn't want to play this kind of game, so she immediately called to ask, but she couldn't get through.

She was furious at the time, but she didn't expect him to actually dare to do this.

The two have known each other for more than ten years. Except for a period of time when they were young, all contacts later depended on the Internet or telephone.

Looking back, Mingyan was still a little angry.

This year, she tried her best to get in touch with him.

Later, she figured it out and felt what was the point of it.

People don't want to pay attention to you, so what are you doing with your eyes closed?

It is said to be playing a game, but who would really take this kind of thing as a game.

It was obvious that he wanted to sever the relationship.

Mingyan's face was stained with anger, and he closed his phone angrily.

Mingyi Sheng glanced at her, "Who made you unhappy?"

"No one."

"Stubborn, take a look in the mirror and see how ugly your face is." Ming Yisheng ruthless dismantled it, "Did the person you chatted with just made you angry, tell brother, brother is crying with the keyboard!"

Mingyan's heart warmed and he smiled, "No, I was just chatting with Sister Jiaman, I was suddenly attracted by the plot on TV, and I was so angry with the heroine, the heroine never felt sorry for anyone, she was a woman.They want to deal with her unfathomable mystery, if someone wants to harm her, she will naturally want to take revenge, why should a person suffer no cause nor reason from others."

"Yanyan is right." When her sister spoke, the elder brother must agree unconditionally.

Mingyan hummed.

Zhang Yisheng looked at the TV, was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Yanyan, what you said just now is quite right, but that palace fighting drama seems to have ended when you lowered your head and played with your phone."

Mingyan: "..."

Mingyan took off her glasses, looking tired, "Brother, I'm so tired, go back to the room to sleep for a while, please call me when you're eating."

Mingyi Sheng: "Hmm."

When Mingyan was about to go upstairs, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Yanyan, you and Xin Xin are sisters. No matter what happened to you two years ago, we are all one family, and there is no hatred between family members."

Mingyi Sheng looked at her back and said solemnly, "I hope our family can live in harmony."

Mingyan walked up the steps without looking back.

Just when Mingyi Sheng wanted to speak out again, she spoke up..

"I see," she said. "I don't hate my sister, nor do I hate her."