Sheng Mingfeng has always had the habit of staying up late, not because of the nature of his job which requires him to rush around to attend announcements, but because his inspiration for writing songs and composing music always bursts out late at night, so he often stays up late.
When Lin Jianxi sent the message, he was working at his desk polishing the lyrics he had written earlier. When he raised his eyes and saw the familiar portrait flickering, his eyes suddenly lit up.
When we exchanged contact information, I wanted to give him some psychological comfort and specifically told him not to come and disturb me no matter what. But this little brother was too obedient and actually never took the initiative to come to my door once!
Today the sun rose from the west.
Sheng Mingfeng crossed his long legs, stretched out his hands and placed them on the edge of the table. He bent his index finger and tapped the table twice. After several seconds, he casually picked up his phone and clicked on the message.
Wow, what a bunch of gibberish.
He frowned and just sent a question mark, but then several messages popped up in succession.
At first glance, there are still a few strings of garbled characters.
What's going on with this guy?
So he didn't mean to send me a message at all, he just pressed it accidentally?
Sheng Mingfeng suddenly felt unhappy and threw his phone heavily on the table. He picked up the songbook again with a sullen face and slowly changed the lyrics.
The eternal silence rises and falls with the pain - how can it happen to be sent to yourself if you just press it randomly?
Tears flowed in my dream without leaving a trace - and it was so late at night, could something really have happened?
"Tsk." He scratched his hair irritably, threw away his pen, and simply called Lin Jianxi.
Then there was a long busy tone, so long that Sheng Mingfeng's patience was about to run out before there was finally a response.
"Brother Feng, what's going on so late?"
The young man's originally clear voice was a little distorted after passing through the loudspeaker, making it sound more mature, and also vaguely laziness as if he had just woken up, as if his sweet dream had been disturbed by himself.
Sheng Mingfeng was so angry that he laughed: "Ha, what's wrong with me? Take a look at what you just sent me."
"Ah? Did I just send something..." There was a flurry of movement at first, followed by a shocked inhalation, which left Sheng Mingfeng speechless.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lin Jianxi seemed to have finally come to his senses at this moment and began to apologize repeatedly.
"I must have accidentally unlocked my phone with my fingerprint while I was asleep, and I pressed keys randomly without knowing how the message went out."
"Hiss - that's not right." Sheng Mingfeng was very sharp-minded and immediately grasped the key to the problem. He said suspiciously: "With the frequency of our communication, the chat interface must have sunk to the bottom. Even if you pressed randomly, how could it just happen to be sent to me? Lin Jianxi -"
He said with a smile, and hit the nail on the head: "Were you secretly checking my Moments before going to bed?"
"I'm not!" Lin Jianxi denied it flatly.
"Oh," Sheng Mingfeng replied indifferently, "He wanted to send me a message, but then he fell asleep."
"I didn't!" Lin Jianxi struggled desperately.
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