Chapter 26: The hot pot tastes really good

I touched my nose in dismay. Why do I feel that her temper is getting worse and worse?

Never mind. I feel great anyway. I lie down on the bed and play with my phone.

(Unread messages) 23······

Why are there so many messages again?

I clicked on WeChat and saw Tencent Video, Tencent News, Tencent Classroom, Tencent Security Center·····

All are messages from public accounts!

Long press and then mark as read. I am used to this operation. If I open my phone one day and find that Tencent public account has not sent me a message, I may still feel uncomfortable.

After all, the only ones who usually send me messages are some Tencent and other public accounts.

Oh, yes, and my parents, they occasionally send me a message, but more often they send a message when they can’t find me after school: What time is it! Why don’t you go home!

And my reply every time is almost the same, all: On the way, almost there.

I opened the chat history with my mother and saw that the date of the conversation at the bottom was still last week. If I scrolled down, the chat history was also very simple, and sometimes there were some daily life.

Teacher Ning: Buy a bottle of vinegar when you come back.

Teacher Ning: (Wish you good luck)

Me: OK.

The red envelope is the same size as the price of vinegar, and it will definitely not be a penny more.

Scroll down the chat history.

Teacher Ning: What time is it? Why haven’t you come home yet!

Me: On the way, at the door.

Last month.

Teacher Ning: It’s been an hour since the evening self-study class! Where are you!

Me: I’m downstairs.

In general, there are two characteristics of WeChat chats between me and my mother: long cycles and short conversations.

In fact, when I chatted with my mother on WeChat before, I also wanted to try to say some naughty words, but every time before I opened my mouth, my mother blocked me.

When I first bought a cell phone, I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep at night. I would hold my cell phone and play with it until late at night. One time, I didn’t know why, maybe I was too addicted to music, so I sent a message to my mother: Mom, good night, I love you.

I didn’t expect that within a minute of sending the message, my mother would respond directly.

Mom: Why don’t you sleep at night? Don’t you have to go to class tomorrow?

The first time, I was particularly brave to reply: I’ll sleep soon, and added a moon emoji at the end.

Then...

Then my mother walked into my bedroom and took the phone away.

After a few days, I finally begged my mother to return the phone to me, but a few days later, the phone was confiscated by my mother again.

During a break in a physical education class, I took out my cell phone excitedly, took a beautiful photo of the green playground, and specially Baidu a Japanese inspirational copywriting to add it, and then posted it to Moments.

Less than a minute after I posted the Moments, my mother sent me a message.

Mom: Playing with your phone during class?

The moment I saw the message, I was completely stunned.

After class, I was called to the office as expected, and my phone was taken away by my mother again.

After those two experiences, I no longer dared to casually greet my mother on WeChat. Basically, I would only reply if my mother took the initiative to send me a message.

My Moments were also set to be visible for only three days, just in case.

I was browsing the updates in Moments, and I swiped to refresh it. Suddenly, there was an extra message. I looked at the avatar and it was the update that my father had just sent.

A group photo and a paragraph.

In the photo, my father is standing on the left in a white coat, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, gentle and refined, with a kind smile on his face, holding a red silk banner in his hand, and standing next to him is a young woman, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt on the upper body, and a pair of blue tight jeans on the lower body, with a slim waist, a slender figure, a slender curve, a head of black hair draped over the shoulders, bright eyes and red lips, very eye-catching.

She is just standing next to my father, and her height only reaches my father’s shoulders. In comparison, she looks a little petite.

At a glance, I knew that this must be a patient who came to give my father a silk banner of thanks. After all, it is not the first time for my father to receive this thing, but it is the first time I have seen such a young and beautiful patient giving a silk banner.

I clicked on the picture to enlarge it with some curiosity, and the small golden words under the red silk banner wrote the name of the giver.

Yang Wenwen.

“Yang Wenwen?” I looked at the woman in the photo, muttered to myself, and stared at the photo carefully for a while, but I didn’t see any problems, but I always felt that something was wrong.

I tried to put the phone away and look again. It seemed that the two of them were a little close.

This should be a problem with the angle of the photo, right?

“I’m hungry.” Just as I was thinking, Jiang Yueyue walked into the bedroom.

I looked up at her: “How about ordering takeout?”

Jiang Yueyue frowned unhappily and said with a pout: “I want to go out to eat. I want to eat hot pot.”

“Then let’s eat hot pot.” I agreed and looked down at the photo. I felt more and more wrong. This woman seemed to be deliberately leaning over.

Jiang Yueyue glanced at me: “What are you looking at?” As she said, she leaned towards me, leaned over to look at the photo on my phone, and was a little surprised: “Who is this banner for?”

“My dad.”

“Your dad?”

“Yes.

Jiang Yueyue stared at me for a moment and shook her head: “Not like.”

“Huh?” I glared at her with a squinting eye: “I’ll give you a chance. If you have the guts, say it again.”

Jiang Yueyue stuck out her tongue: “No guts.”

I rolled my eyes at her, put away my phone, and said, “Get dressed and go eat.”

After I left the house, I forgot about the photo of my father and the female patient on WeChat Moments.

Just like last time, it was the hot pot restaurant not far away. The environment was clean and hygienic, the ingredients were fresh, and the taste was not bad.

Especially after eating a super spicy hot pot with Jiang Yueyue last time, I felt that I fell in love with spicy food. I haven’t eaten it for such a long time. When the dishes were served, I swallowed my saliva unconsciously and was greedy.

Jiang Yueyue skillfully put the meat in first, and then the vegetables such as tofu skin and enoki mushrooms.

Seeing me looking at it greedily, Jiang Yueyue blinked her big eyes and smiled, “Are you in love with hot pot?”

I nodded: “Yeah, the spiciness is stimulating enough.”

Jiang Yueyue raised her head and said proudly: “That’s right.”

Then.

I shouted loudly: “Waiter, two cans of iced Coke.”

I was eating enthusiastically when my cell phone suddenly vibrated. I didn’t need to look at it. I could tell it was my mother calling me.

At this time in the afternoon, she would call me, and no one else would.

I took a sip of iced cola to calm the spicy taste in my mouth, and then I took out my cell phone slowly.

The caller was none other than my mother.

I picked up the phone and said, “Mom, I’m eating outside. You don’t have to wait for me.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then I heard my mother ask coldly, “Who are you with?”

I looked at Jiang Yueyue on the other side, hesitated for a moment, and said vaguely, “With my classmates.”