The night seemed particularly good that night. Chen Fu sat at the table with her chin on her back, considering what Sister Wen said about the signing party.

The window is open, and the wind blows in to bring you a cool and cool feeling.

Chen Fu has been not the kind of child who wants to get attention since she was a child. Most of the time she likes to immerse herself in her own world and entertain herself.

But this time, she suddenly felt a little hesitant.

If the signing party is held, will he see it?

If he knew the notes of "S Jun", there would be another meaning.

If she knew, she liked him.

What will happen to him?

A crush is really tiring.

Chen Fu has thought more than once whether such things that cannot be responded should be stopped in time.

At least that would happen, everything would be buried deep in her memories, and no third person would know about it.

She can still keep a distance from him for the rest of her life.

Maybe one morning I woke up and suddenly became disliked.

Then everything was over.

But recently, he suddenly had more text messages, the unexpected and real kiss, and... those intimate intimacy that could not tell whether it was an illusion.

Chen Fu sometimes wonders if he has a little bit of it and likes himself?

Once such thoughts arise, they cannot be restrained from growing wildly in the heart.

She wanted to verify, but she didn't dare.

...

Grandma knocked in at this time, holding a plate of watermelon in her hand, and reminded her: "Just take it out of the refrigerator, put it in again and again before eating."

"It's okay." Chen Fu reached out and grabbed her, but was hit back by her grandmother.

"What's okay, be careful of having a stomachache."

Chen Fu said "Oh" and supported her chin, her eyes falling back to the window.

There was a stone table right opposite her gaze, and she had been in that place since Chen Fu remembered it.

When I was a child, every summer night, a group of children would gather around the stone table to eat watermelon and play cards and chat about gossip.

I am afraid of mosquito bites, so I will light two oldest mosquito coils underneath, and parents always remind me not to kick them.

...

"Let me see how your feet are." Grandma nagged, "You're not careful. Can it be a trivial matter if you hurt your muscles and bones..."

Chen Fu remembered the scene at that time again, and she didn't hear what grandmother said later.

Seeing her distracted, my grandmother knocked on the table in anger, "Did you hear it?"

"What?"

"I just called your mom," said grandma. "You have been here honestly lately and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

...

Chen Fu smiled embarrassedly and watched her grandmother go out, and put a piece of watermelon into her mouth.

The phone rang, it was a video call from my mother.

Chen Fu swallowed the watermelon in her mouth with difficulty, and almost choked.

I had a premonition that I wanted to repeat the scene at that time again. She collapsed her shoulders and knocked her head to the table in front.

Sure enough, Mother Chen came up and said, "How did you get hurt? Show me."

Chen Fu lifted her feet to the table, adjusted her rear camera and shook her left and right at the wound.

“It’s not very serious either.”

"Isn't it serious?" Chen's mother didn't know what to say to her, "Then why do you think it will be serious."

“…”

Chen Fu silently stuffed watermelon into her mouth.

"You can still step on the air when you catch a fish." Shen's mother couldn't figure it out very well, "I can barely accept it if you said you fell into the river."

“…”

"I asked your dad to call me. Don't go back to Hengdian recently. Stay at home."

Chen Fu didn't refute a word, and saw the watermelon, and the phone finally hung up.

She breathed a sigh of relief, stretched her back and leaned back to the back of the chair and flirted with WeChat.

There was no reply to the message sent to Yin Le, and Jiang Shutong's avatar was also quiet.

Although Chen Fu is usually very home-friendly, when it is really inconvenient to walk, she feels bored in the house.

She wanted to find someone to talk to.

However, she flipped the address book from top to bottom, and then flipped it back from bottom to top, but she still didn't even open a chat box.

Chen Fu thought about it and quit WeChat.

She turned on the beauty camera, adjusted the filter, took photos from all angles to the wound, and finally picked and posted one to her Moments.

Caption: I can't go out recently [I'm almost crying/]

Edit and send.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, there was a series of replies below:

[What's going on?]

[Injured?]

[What's the situation? Is it serious?]

[…]

Chen Fu patiently replied to it one by one, and spent a while in her circle of friends.

After a long time in this position, her neck was a little sore. She raised her head and shook it around, pinched her shoulders with her hands, and her phone "dinks" twice.

It's Xu Ziqian's WeChat:

【Injured?】

【Is it serious?】

Chen Fu picked up her phone again.

【Well, I accidentally sprained my ankle, it’s not serious, the doctor said I want to…】

Before I finished writing a passage, another message popped up on the screen—

Jiang Shutong: [Have you eaten]

Chen Fu's fingers were hanging above the keyboard. He hesitated for two seconds, deleted the word "rest" that had not been finished, and cut it to the same chat box as Jiang Shu.

Chen Fu:【Eat [Rice/]】

Jiang Shutong: [Yes. Has the injury healed?]

Chen Fu felt it and described it truthfully:

【I just applied ice again and applied plaster, but it seemed to be a little more swollen, the doctor said it was an acute phase】

【It still hurts [sad/]】

This pain is sore and swelling, not unbearable, and it doesn’t feel like it’s so painful that it’s so hard that it’s sweating and powerless.

But you still torture you need to do something to divert your attention at all times.

...

Shenghua Entertainment.

Only one light was lit in the dance room, the white aperture fell in the middle of the floor, and there was no sound at all.

Jiang Shutong sat on the sofa by the wall, and her whole body was hidden in the darkness.

He looked down at the screen, almost imagining the expression Chen Fu had when she posted this message.

After thinking about it, he asked: [Where are you now?]

Chen Fu: [Grandma's House.]

Jiang Shutong: [Have you drunk the fish soup?]

Chen Fu:【...no.】

She watched her grandmother carry the two fish into the kitchen, but there was no one at the dinner table at night, and she didn't ask much.
To be continued...