Chapter Thirteen. Long Distance Relationships

Although Feng Yi would come every weekend, the time they could get along was still very short. By the time he started school, it would only be four weekends.

Four weekends passed, as several boxes of condoms were gradually used up, Feng Yi's depression was growing day by day.

Send WeChat today: I'm going to school tomorrow.

Yesterday I sent WeChat: I am going to school the day after tomorrow.

The day before yesterday, I sent a WeChat message: I am going to school the day after tomorrow.

...

Finally, Qiao Li realized that she should reply something.

[Qiao Li: Was the journey safe? ]

Feng Yi was embarrassed, he couldn't bear to not return to her in seconds, and only replied after two hours: won't you come to see me?

Joey:  …

It's only a two-hour drive, what can send?

Feng Yi thought about it for a while, and then sent a message: Forget it, if you come to send me, I will be even more uncomfortable.

The more I think about it, the more sad I feel, I feel that I am Shu Huan who joined the army in a deep love and rain, and Qiao Li is Lu Yiping. The two who love each other are always blocked by distance.

Well, he seems to be more like Lu Yiping, woohoo.

After Feng Yiping Yi went to the school to report, he was dragged by the school to the suburbs for military training, and his mobile phone was forced to be turned over.

Qiao Li's company was preparing for a new project recently. She was so busy that she could barely touch the ground. When she was done, she found out that Feng Yi hadn't contacted her for nearly half a month. She was really not used to it.

For her, it was unaccustomed, but for Feng Yi, it was simply torture.

While he was worried that not brushing his presence in front of Qiao Li would make her forget him, he was also worried that the sunburn would reduce his appearance after being exposed to the hot sun.

Finally, one night, roommate Monsan came back from the outside, sneaking out a cell phone from his clothes.

This man, Monsan, got along with the girls on the first day of military training. He was thin and white, and he would hide in the shade of a tree among the girls every day. The instructors couldn't catch him unless he looked carefully.

Several people quickly gathered around to see the big treasure he took out. His expression was light, and his tone was just like the concubine Hua who was kneeled and licked in the Legend of Zhen Huan, with a sense of nobility and coldness: "I know the girls are checking the bed, they are sure Have a hidden phone."

Feng Yi can't wait to rush over and hug his thigh tightly: "Can you use it for me later, I'll make a call."

Monsan raised his thin eyebrows lightly: "Girlfriend?"

Feng Yi sighed, "How is that possible?"

Monsan really didn't want to collapse on the bed tired after training every night. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Yi standing in front of the window bemoaning Yue, and generously agreed: "The time limit is one minute."

Feng Yi took the phone, sat on the bed solemnly, cleared his throat, and dialed the phone number he had memorized.

After a few beeps, a sound that made him jump three feet high came from the phone.

"Hey?"

He hurriedly replied, "Hey, I'm Feng Yi."

Compared with his excitement, Qiao Li's tone was extraordinarily calm: "Well, are you okay?"

Feng Yi was dumbfounded. After hearing her voice, the pink bubbles in the background were all smashed.

He thought that after so long without contact, Qiao Li would be a little surprised to receive a call from him, but it turned out to be calm and calm, like a call from a stranger.

What can he do, he just misses her...

Monsan climbed to the head of the bed and gave him "one minute". He immediately put aside the sadness and said a long list of words: "I'm in military training now, and my mobile phone was confiscated, so I haven't been able to talk to him. Contact me, we will finish military training in a week, you wait for me."

After speaking, he found himself inexplicable, saying this as if Qiao Li also had the same mind as him. He would be so anxious to die because he had not been in contact for three weeks, and would miss each other madly all day long.

He held the phone and listened intently, for fear of missing her voice.

Sure enough, her answer came from the other end of the phone: "Okay, I see."

Feng Yi suddenly felt a little stuffy in his heart, which made him breathless for a moment. He didn't understand what emotion this was, so he subconsciously raised his hand and hammered his chest.

Monsan glanced at him with a neurotic look, and he simply turned his back, facing the pitted wall, and didn't know what to say in the dozens of seconds left.

The young man's emotions came and went quickly. He stared at the rusty guardrail and sat silently. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "I miss you."

After speaking, I felt like in a cartoon, a little soul flew out from above his head, he was finished, a clingy, immature man no one loved, let alone a nameless man like him!

He slammed his head against the bed board regretfully, causing his roommates to look at him.

The other end of the phone froze for a moment, and there was a chuckle.

Feng Yi jumped up immediately, the villain of the soul returned to his place, the pink bubble background reappeared, and the flowers bloomed in his mind.

He couldn't say one, two or three, only knowing that she smiled like this, he felt that he was not that bad.

A minute was approaching, Monsanto pushed him, and he could only wake up from the rippling: "I borrowed someone else's mobile phone, and now I have to pay him back."

"……Oh."

"Well." He didn't want to waste the last ten seconds, but he racked his brains and didn't know what to say.

"It's about time," Monsan reminded.

Between the lights and flint, his mouth was not controlled by his brain, and he quickly said to the mobile phone: "Are we a long-distance relationship?"

When the voice fell, he suddenly felt that he couldn't hear anything.

He lay in bed every night imagining all kinds of things with Qiao Li, and one of them was imagining that he and her were in a long-distance relationship. Why did he suddenly say what he was thinking in his dream? !

The rational villain in his heart collapsed, and he pushed the reckless villain who ran forward with his head hard and shouted "rush ah ah ah" to the ground and beat him violently.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and he had hallucinations.

"Um."

Hahaha, he would have wishful thinking that Qiao Li would answer him "um", what a joke, how could Qiao Lieh? and many more……

? !

Monsan poked his arm: "Time's up."

With a loud "dong" sound, Feng Yi slumped onto the bed stiffly, holding his chest tightly with his hands.

Monsan's fingers froze in the air, dumbfounded: "Hey! Are you touching porcelain?"

The rest of the people climbed the bed, climbed the bed, and crossed the railing. They quickly surrounded Feng Yi, and nervously turned Feng Yi over—Damn!Why do you have such a disgusting happy smile on your face?

"Huh~" The melon-eating crowd quickly evacuated.

Feng Yi, who was 1.8 meters tall, shrunk into a ball, rolled over on the bed in a puppy-turned-over position, and said to the phone, "It's time, I'm going to hang up."Roll back in place.

After lying on the bed for a minute, covering his heart and mouth, he covered his face and started rolling again, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and then from the end of the bed to the head of the bed.

After a few repetitions, it returned to normal after being beaten by the roommate.

He huddled on the bed, smiling more sweetly and shyly than the newly-wed bride in the TV show: "When the military training is over, invite you to dinner."

After speaking, he started rolling again, and this time no one beat him, only the tattered bed board under him kept making a "squeak" in protest.