Ye Linchen gritted his teeth and used his tutoring fees to buy this pager as a treat for himself during the Chinese New Year.
It's much more convenient to be able to see the text directly than the old one that could only display numbers.
Ye Linchen stared at that short line of text and read it twice.
She felt her cheeks getting hot, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.
My heart felt like it had been filled with honey, sweet and tender, yet tinged with a shy embarrassment.
She put the pager on the table, turned around, and walked back to the door.
I put my down jacket back on, grabbed my keys, and ran downstairs quickly.
She needs to return a phone call.
The night wind outside was colder than when I came back; it felt like tiny knives scraping my face, causing a slight sting.
She shrank her neck and buried half her face in the fluffy collar of her down jacket.
At the entrance of the alley not far away, a small telephone booth was lit up.
In the deep night, that dim yellow light looked like a small, steaming dessert, bringing a sense of peace.
Ye Linchen walked over quickly and opened the glass door of the phone booth.
The cramped space kept her warm from the cold wind outside.
She took a coin out of her pocket and skillfully inserted it into the coin slot.
She picked up the receiver and dialed a number that was already etched in her mind.
The phone rang twice before it was connected, and a "hello" came from the other end.
It was Gu Jingran's voice, gentle and with a hint of laughter, which sounded particularly magnetic as it was transmitted through the electricity.
"It's me, Ye Linchen."
Ye Linchen spoke, his voice tinged with laughter.
To free her hands, she turned to the side and held the black receiver between her shoulder and ear.
The two free hands were immediately put together and rubbed together to warm the fingertips that were a little stiff from the cold.
"I saw your message," she said with a smile.
"What would you like to eat after you arrive tomorrow?"
"Also, where would be a convenient place for us to meet?"
Her tone was relaxed and natural, as if she were asking an old friend.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Gu Jingran's clear, soft laughter.
He seemed to have thought of this beforehand, suggesting, "The hot pot we ate at last time was really good."
"How about we go eat hot pot instead?"
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