Miss Him

[The physical book will be available for pre-sale on April 13, vb@MIMI Juan] On the day she forgot to bring her umbrella, Shen Jingci stood at the door of the office building and saw Chen Chiyu again. He was holding a black umbrella and leaning against the sharp cross-country road. He held the phone to his ear and smiled slightly. A pretty figure ran towards him under the umbrella and he hung up the phone. And she looked away, with a faint emotion in her eyes, and walked towards the car that was approaching. The moment the car window rolled up, the standing man suddenly looked over. The two people's eyes merged, and Shen Jingci suddenly remembered that she looked at him like this a long time ago. She watched him being carefree and unruly, watching him take off his school uniform to reveal the black T-shirt underneath, and the ball hit the frame accurately. The girl with red lips and white teeth smiled and handed him water, and there were constant boos around her. He is the proud son of heaven, the moon that will never fall, and Chen Chiyu who will never belong to Shen Jingci. When they met again, he smiled and took down her wine glass, saying that girls should not drink too much at night. No one would have thought that the two of them would have a seemingly ridiculous relationship. Even though he knew the bet had a time limit, he still indulged in it. What was not perfect was that on the day Shen Jingci broke up, the ash from Chen Chiyu's fingertips suddenly shook off. He nodded and gave a casual smile. "I know, I didn't take it seriously either." The spring rain has finally stopped, the music in the bar is noisy, and Chen Chiyu's voice is hoarse. On the girl's slender, green-white ring finger, a thin black circle tattoo is dazzling. Chen Chiyu twitched the corners of his mouth, and the ends of his eyes turned red from the alcohol: "You lied." "Shen Jingci, love me." The always high-spirited man bent down and murmured. "Let's bet again." [That summer when the cicadas were chirping in the backyard, I had a secret. What's rare is that I was lucky enough to meet later. ] Is secret love painful? I wrote him in my diary, told it in my words, and hid it in my eyes. [Chen Chiyu, I wish you success every year. ] But later, there was a line of powerful handwriting at the end of the long-dusted book—— "Reciprocity is reciprocated." "Chen Chiyu will marry you." Note: The heroine's character is not perfect and awkward due to family reasons. *I wrote him in my diary, told it in my words, and hid it in my eyes. From the Internet, intrusion and deletion —— Please collect "You Dream of Me"! Lin Zhiwei and Shen Ji's Liang Zi married in the early summer evening. The ground was muddy after rain, the cicadas shed their shells and scattered under the trees, the wheels were speeding, and Shen Ji ruined one of her favorite skirts. That was the first time Lin Zhiwei heard about Shen Ji. He was incompatible with this remote place. He was wearing the simplest black T-shirt, but he was too dazzling. Through the car window, she saw the young man's strong and thin bones, his valuable wrist watch, and his cold and unapologetic eyes as his dark pupils traced the hem of her skirt. Later, Lin Zhiwei successfully retaliated with a prank of "catching him and then throwing him away". Others thought that these two Liangzi were going to have a feud. Lin Zhiwei received a text message at 3:18 that night. Shen Ji: "Is it comfortable to win?" "Then it's time to be my girlfriend next time." - And many years after they actually separated, at the same 3:18 in the morning, Lin Zhiwei woke up from his dream. The cold wind blew in, and all the sleepiness disappeared. The phone was dialed in the dark, and the mechanical prompt tone was cold and hollow. After the end, Lin Zhiwei heard that person's voice. It was cool, calm, and familiar, and overlapped with the dream. "Who?" He said tiredly. Lin Zhiwei paused for a second, skipped his question and spoke to himself: "I dreamed that you said you missed me." When the words fell, they seemed quiet and torn into pieces. The person on the other side sneered and said mercilessly: "After all these years, you still have this little ability." She didn't speak, only the sound of breathing mixed with the rustle of electricity. The warning voice sounded harsh and hoarse at night, and he called her name—— "Lin Zhiwei, what did I tell you in the first place?" "No one will feel sorry for you this time." Intention: Nothing is difficult in the world