Sheng Wang is a person who doesn’t like to talk about WeChat, because typing is really troublesome.

For example, the prompt interface for "friend addition successful" is like this, he will not even click on it, and he will not actually send a message to "start chatting". Because the real relationship is good, these programs are not paid attention to, and if the relationship is average, once the conversation starts, the subsequent process can be imagined-

First, I have to post two expressions to warm up the scene, and then exchange a few greetings on a series of recent situations, and then I have to post two expressions to show my closeness. I have to post two expressions to leave politely.

After walking through this set, he had seen a lot of people in Sheng Mingyang, and he was tired just by looking at it.

It was 2:23 am Beijing time now, and Sha x chose to chat at this time.

Sheng Wang thought so, and wiped the WeChat interface and switched back to the game to start. Maybe it was because of the disturbance of the hand, or maybe it was because he was at the trap, and he had just played for three minutes.

Sheng Wang lost interest in continuing to play, and he didn't want to put down his phone immediately. He cut the app boredly, like an emperor on a patrol. He used the app for a round of patrols, and it was WeChat again without realizing it.

The dialog box with the full stop next door is still dominating the top position, but it is empty when clicked in.

The emperor was lying in the quilt and bit his mouth. He thought for a while, and poked open the expression bar. After picking for a while, he couldn't pick the right one. He closed the expression bar indifferently and changed to poke the avatar.

Jiang Tian’s personal information is very simple, with only one punctuation point for the nickname, the WeChat account is still the original garbled code, and he has never posted any of them in the circle of friends.

It's as simple as a scrapped account, and it's a bit boring.

The emperor yawned and was about to close the interface to sleep, but his phone suddenly buzzed, and he stuck out his tongue in the notification bar, saying ". I transferred you a sum of money."

Sheng Wang: "???"

The sleepiness was shocked by this sudden outbreak. Sheng Wang clicked on Alipay and saw that it was not dazzled. The man next door didn't sleep in the middle of the night and really transferred the money for him.

He sat up, stared at the shared wall for a few seconds, and clicked on WeChat.

Canned: What are you doing?

There was a vague sound of walking around next door, probably from the table to the bed.

Sheng Wang's phone shook again, and another one was added in the dialog box.

.:?

Canned: Why did you suddenly transfer money to me in the middle of the night?

.:Water money.

Canned: What is the water cost?

Sheng Wang didn't react for a moment, looking at the wall with a puzzled look on his face. The footsteps next door stopped. I wonder if Jiang Tian was standing somewhere to read the news or was a little speechless.

.:Put the water on my table.

Sheng Wang knocked in the input box: Just a bottle of water, is it still necessary to pay back the money?

He stopped halfway through the reply. He suddenly realized that he and Jiang Tian were not very familiar with each other. At school, they had just four days and had never given each other a look at each other three days. As for being at home... it was even more embarrassing. In any case, it was not a matter of being able to accept the other party's treat, and it was natural to pay back the money.

Sheng Wang deleted the typed words and replied: Oh.

Then he saw the top of the dialog box that said "The other party is typing...". He changed into a cross-legged position, putting his elbows on his knees and waiting.

The other party entered it for more than ten seconds, and the display disappeared, and no new reply popped up in the dialog box.

Canned:?

.:?

Sheng Wang stared at the two question marks and felt that he might be sick, but the one next door was not much better either. He rolled his eyes and typed it word by word: Forget it, it's nothing, I'm going to sleep.

"The other party is typing..." appears again on the top of the chat box.

Sheng Wangxin said: If you want to type in a long time, I will knock on your door.

After a few more seconds, a new one finally popped up in the chat box.

.:Um.

Sheng Wang wants to hit someone.

He lowered the air conditioner three times to reduce the heat, and then he fell back to the bed and held his cell phone to continue his tour. Before going to bed, he finally couldn't help but clicked on the WeChat information of the person next door and changed his name to "Jiang Tian".

That guy chatted with punctuation marks, which was a hundred times more than he usually talked and asked for a fight.

The next morning, Shengwang woke up from the cold.

After blowing the 18-degree air conditioner all night, the young master's head hurts and his nose is stuffed. He sneezes four times, his hair is erect, his nose is red, and he is wrapped in a quilt and sits on the bed for five minutes before he spat at the next door.

He took the initiative to put on his school uniform for the first time, turned off the alarm clock of his phone, and took two tissues to walk downstairs.

Sheng Mingyang's business was in a little trouble and he hadn't come back from a business trip. But early in the morning, the house was very lively.

Sheng Wang looked down from the second floor -

The nanny, Aunt Sun, came early today and was following Jiang Ou wearing gloves. The two of them went in and out of the kitchen, chatting a few simple words from time to time. After hearing a few words, it seemed that Aunt Sun was teaching Jiang Ou something to do.

Jiang Tian was standing next to the sofa and put the paper and pencil bag in his schoolbag.

Sheng Wang was about to raise his foot down the stairs when he heard a bang in the kitchen, something broke. Then Jiangou let out a low voice.

"Oh, hurry up and rinse it with cold water." Aunt Sun's voice came, "This is very hot. You go and I'll get you some ointment."

Jiang Tian threw away his schoolbag and walked into the kitchen. From Shengwang's perspective, he could see half of his back.

He heard Jiang Tian ask, "Is it blistering?"

Jiang Ou smiled and said, "It's not that so I didn't pay attention to rubbing it. I haven't done this before. Aunt Sun reminded me not to touch it with my hands. I was distracted for a while and forgot."

"What's this for suddenly?" Jiang Tian asked strangely.

"It's not that sudden. I just talked to your mother before. Xiao Wang liked to take this. Before--" Aunt Sun hurried over with a small round jar and said, "Come on, apply this. This medicine is very useful. I bring it with me. It's fine if you burn it anywhere."

While applying medicine to Jiang Ou, she whispered: "When he was a child, his mother always made this for him, and Sister Ou said she wanted to learn it."

Jiang Ou was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm not very good at this, I can't learn it."

Sheng Wang paused for a moment, then retracted, standing on the top of the stairs a little stunned. His mood was a little complicated at that moment, and he couldn't say what it felt like.

The door to the bedroom behind him was open, and the air conditioner that had been stored for a night slipped out and wrapped it up from behind. He suddenly felt a little empty.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Tian's voice came from downstairs: "Why do you need to learn from others?"

I don’t know which point Aunt Sun’s words hit him, but his tone sounded cold and stubborn.

Jiang Ou was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"

"I said—" Jiang Tian frowned, his shoulders and back lines were tense very stiff. Just looking at the silhouette, you could feel how unhappy he was.

After saying these two words, he paused, pinched his fingers that were hanging beside him for a few times, making a "click" sound, revealing a little irritability.

After a moment, he said, "Forget it, I'm going to school."

Jiang Ou patted his shoulder, a little embarrassed. He turned his head and blinked at Aunt Sun, trying to relieve the embarrassment.

Jiang Tian lowered his eyes, strode to the edge of the sofa, picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the entrance.

When changing his shoes, he glanced at the stairs from the corner of his eye and stopped his movements.

Sheng Wang stood there in a coat, his wide school uniform wrapped around a white T-shirt, and his rolled up sleeves were stacked with empty folds, showing the tall, thin and thin person who was unique to the young man when he pulled the knot.

Jiang Tian looked up at him for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and pursed his lips into a straight line.

The next second, he stood up and walked out of the door with his schoolbag.

The weather in this city is cloudy and sunny in August, and a heavy rain will come in a few flashes of lightning. Shengwang heard the faint sound of thunder outside the house. He rubbed his nose and walked down the stairs, feeling that he was about to get sick again.
Chapter completed!