So I became very excited.

"How could your parents raise such an ungrateful wretch like you..."

"We kindly came to mentor you, a junior, and we don't expect you to be grateful, but at least you should say thank you. How could you..."

Wen Zhuyao closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and silently told herself, "Don't get angry, don't get angry." She simply ignored it. She knew without even thinking how many people were in the living room. Out of sight, out of mind.

"It's infuriating, so infuriating, I still can't calm down."

After a while, she found Mo Wen and started rambling on: "I've changed so many phone numbers, how come it's so easy to give it away?"

"They're giving me trouble, but they don't even consider how much trouble it would be if I changed my phone number. They've come to my door, what's the problem? They could have just sent it to me and that would have been fine."

"Keep a close eye on my phone number."

Wen Zhuyao was still engrossed in her rambling when she was interrupted by a voice call from the other party. She immediately replied, "You don't know, you don't know."

"Hmm... don't be upset." Mo Wen's sleepy voice came through the receiver.

Mo Wen rolled over, found his earphones, and put them on: "Block them all. When you go back, I'll go with you and throw them all out."

"You're sleeping..." Wen Zhuyao looked at the exact eight o'clock and felt a little guilty.

He snorted, "It's my day off today. I'll sleep in and not get up early."

"Then get some sleep, bye-bye." Wen Zhuyao hung up immediately after saying that, her emotions replaced by guilt.

It's much better now.

Mo Wen, still half asleep with his eyes closed, continued, "No need to hang up, you can continue."

...

"It's okay, I'll listen... Hmm?" He half-opened his eyes and saw a phone call that had been disconnected more than a few minutes ago.

He called back, and the first thing he said when he answered was, "You talk, I'll sleep, keep me company."

"I've said all I need to say. I've blocked their numbers, and I've blocked their messages." Wen Zhuyao is doing a great job of protecting herself from being wronged.

Mo Wen turned over again and put his phone under his pillow: "Then you'll stay with me, sleep with me."

"Okay, but I need to go and collect some game materials. The keyboard sounds are too loud." She likes to focus on details, so she relies more on the keyboard when playing games.

Mo Wen was almost asleep at this stage, so he didn't mind: "It's okay, I want you to stay with me. If you wake me up, I'll just get up and go back to sleep."

"I'm going back to sleep. I finally dreamed about you..."

"You're confessing your feelings to me, I need to continue the conversation..."

Wen Zhuyao looked down at her phone and rubbed her index finger together: "Okay, then I'll keep you company..."

A sleepless night.

He kept his eyes open until the other person stopped typing on the keyboard before falling asleep again. Mo Wen was thinking a second before he fell asleep.

They overestimated themselves and a comfortable, great-feeling keyboard.

The first anniversary happened to coincide with Mo Wen's birthday.

November 20th.

Wen Zhuyao's special surprise was to fly to the other person's city and give them the answer in person as a birthday gift.

The person involved was unaware of this and had been eagerly awaiting an answer today, waking up early.

I tossed and turned, but just couldn't fall asleep.

Mo Wen's tentative messages went unanswered.

"6:55."

"I'm awake, I can't fall back asleep, what are you doing?"

"7:13".

Are you still sleeping? I'm awake.

7:21.

"Okay, you're still sleeping. That's okay, I'll wait for you quietly."

I don't know if it's because the chosen date was special, or because the answer carried a lot of weight.

This caused him to feel worried for no reason. He said he wouldn't ask, but he still switched accounts.

I asked about the current situation.

"What if, on the day the answer is revealed, the person suddenly disappears? What would happen then?"

Is there still pressure?

"Or is there another problem?"

The lack of response was expected. Normally, Wen Zhuyao gets up at eight o'clock, sometimes a little earlier, sometimes a little later, but she never gets up later than eight-thirty.

At this moment, Wen Zhuyao checked in her luggage, went through security, and then turned on airplane mode.

I missed the message from Mo Wen.

There was still no reply by 8:30, which is unusual for such a long period of silence.

He suddenly remembered the group chat that had been idled again; he only had time to chat in it when a problem arose.

"Exactly, what are Xiaozhu's plans for today? I tried to contact her but she hasn't replied."

Mo asked tactfully, "Normally, she should be up by now; today isn't her day off."

"Really? In that case, did she oversleep?" Mo Yu Chi Nuo seized the opportunity to answer immediately.

“Impossible,” he said. “In all the time he’s known her, she never gets up too late. Except when she’s resting, she never gets up before 8:30.”

Chi Nuo thought, "He's probably very busy and doesn't have time to reply to messages."

"That can't be right. Doesn't she usually finish one round of work before getting busy?" Mo Wen thought for a while and then denied it.

And so it went, back and forth.

Chi Nuo offered a reason, while Mo Wen offered a reason to deny it.

The person being discussed was spacing out on the plane and remarked that no matter how they sat, the seat was uncomfortable and the flight felt incredibly long.

Breakfast was alright.

While working, Ji Shu glanced at the group chat that kept rising to the top and opened it to browse.

In their childish discussion, he finally spoke a crucial point, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Is it possible? They have their own schedule. It's already the 20th. Don't they go out to play every month?" Ji Shu didn't understand. Since they met, they would go out for a trip every month when they had free time.

How come it has become such a difficult problem to detect now?

His status rose instantly.

Chi Nuo: "Yeah, how come I didn't think of that? It's all your fault, you worried about nothing and made me go off-topic."

"I've been getting confused lately too." She followed up with a disoriented, listless expression.

"Okay, I really hadn't thought about that. I just had something come up and I was a little anxious." Mo Wen was somewhat disappointed with this answer.

It was a very serious day, and the answer was hard to determine.

Ji Shu glanced at it again and comforted her, "It'll be fine in a little while. There might be other things to do. Let's see after 10:30."

"Okay." Mo Wen said and got up.

After tidying up, I logged on to see if the other person was logged into the game.

Mo Wen, however, saw Chi Nuo, who should have been busy with something, playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) like crazy.

"Your sworn brother, Nuomici, defeated more than 30% of the young heroes in Dou Dizhu, becoming the new number one."

"Your sworn brotherhood..."

"Your sworn brotherhood..."

Mo Wen stopped looking and silently went about her daily routine, keeping the chat window between him and Wen Zhuyao open.

Wen Zhuyao, who had taken a nap on the plane, got up, grabbed her luggage, and hailed a taxi at the airport entrance.

I started replying to messages while I was sitting in the car.

"It's nothing, I just got off the plane. I'm going to check out my WeChat Moments for a surprise."

After Wen Zhuyao finished speaking, she briefly went online, sent the message, and then logged off after checking that the IP address was the same.

"Okay." Mo Wen looked at the series of messages and opened his Moments.

I saw what was supposed to be a surprise.

He felt his vision was blurry, so he got up, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, put it on the table, and started doing eye exercises.

Five minutes later, he opened his eyes and found that it was still the same.

Mo Wen suspected the game was lagging; bugs were common, so he reopened it.

I don't dare to go this time.

"Wow, something's up with you guys? Did Xiaozhu ask you to come play?"

Chi Nuo's information provided him with a good answer.

"You can see it too?" Mo Wen asked a question that made him seem silly.

Chi Nuo: "How do I set this to be visible to only one person?"

"The IP address is correct, don't worry. You're just a man blinded by joy." She sighed and rushed back to playing Dou Dizhu (a card game).

Mo asked, "Aren't you going to study anymore?"

"The interview is over, it was at the beginning of the month. Otherwise, do you think I would still be able to talk to you normally, huh?" Chi Nuo would get addicted to games if things didn't go well.

She's about to be opened and bloomed.

Bamboo weaving from my mother is no joke; my mother sometimes enjoys making handicrafts.

Even though weaving bamboo baskets and hampers wouldn't earn much, I still loved it and became one of the best and most exquisite craftsmen.

This resulted in their house being filled with bamboo strips.

Mo Wen: "Oh, okay, you can continue playing."

He clicked on the picture himself; it was a screenshot he took while AFK (away from keyboard) during that shady romance quest.

After watching it, Mo Wen could hardly believe it. It seemed like there was an anti-addiction system. The impact was too great, and he didn't actively seek out the female lead again.

Busy with things in a daze.

After settling into the hotel, Wen Zhuyao proactively sent a message: "How was it? Did you receive the surprise?"

The message brought Mo Wen back to his senses, and his intelligence returned: "Want to go out together this weekend?"

“Okay.” Wen Zhuyao sent over the hotel address, as she wasn’t very familiar with the area herself.

I don't even know how many games they play.

It's Friday, and knowing he's still working, I didn't chat much: "I'll see you this weekend. You're busy, I'm going to get ready and go out to find something to eat."

"I can finally try the delicious food you mentioned here." Wen Zhuyao took out the navigation app, and luckily there was a subway station nearby.

Mo Wen quickly searched for a few convenient routes: "These routes have shopping malls and food streets. You can go wherever you want."

"I can take you out to play this weekend."

Wen Zhuyao saved them all and sent an OK emoji.

The chat has ended.

Mo Wen's current mood hasn't settled back to the distance yet; it's still fluctuating in the air.

Like a balloon.

It was accidentally let go and kept floating upwards, blown further and further away by the wind.

Not knowing where he was going or when he could stop, he took a deep breath and went to get another glass of water.

While watching TV outside, Mo's mother ate fruit and watched him make one trip after another: "You turn on the air conditioner in the middle of the day because it's hot, and you keep making these trips."

"Remember to wipe the sweat from your forehead, so you don't catch a cold." After saying that, she continued reading the story of the protagonist in the light novel and her harmonious mother-in-law.

Mo Wen nodded, took his water back, and didn't realize he was sweating.

He wiped his sweat and felt temporarily relieved.

I couldn't stop thinking about it that night, so I rushed out.

They left without saying goodbye.

"Are you coming back for dinner?" Mr. Mo asked, watching the figure disappear from the kitchen before the door closed.

Mother Mo didn't even look at him: "Don't worry about him, he'll be back when he's hungry."

He followed the navigation and walked there. At the hotel entrance, he hesitated before sending her a message.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Zhuyao went out for a walk and then lay on the hotel bed: "I'm at the hotel. I went out for a walk and then came back to lie down."

"It's better to go out with you. I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

He hastily replied, "Okay, looking forward to tomorrow."

Mo Wen, downstairs, realized that what he was doing was not good, so he didn't mention that he had been there.

On the way back, even after I lay down on the bed, I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.

"Is he possessed?" Mother Mo looked up from her novel and instructed the person beside her, "Go and find out, but don't let them find out."

"What could have happened? You didn't tell me you found out he was in a relationship. Being in a relationship is like being a stupid dog, it's normal."

Mo's father was too lazy to go and just casually told him to rest assured.

"Okay then." She didn't continue.

On the new day, Mo Wen got ready and wore an extra set of clothes that he wouldn't normally wear, which was even described as very formal.

Arrive at the mall entrance early.

Of course, before leaving home, I was inevitably teased. Seeing that the teasing had come true, I had much less to say about Mo Wen.

Thoughtful reminders to have fun.

Wen Zhuyao got out of the car, looking around curiously.

Arriving in an unfamiliar place, everything around you is different from what you're used to. It's strange and hard to adapt, but because there's someone there, you start to feel a sense of anticipation.

"Look up, this way."