Chapter 88: telephone number

Li Qingqing looked at the suitcase standing at the door of the room, and a backpack was hanging on the suitcase.

All the things she wanted to take away are here.

The suitcase is not the largest one, but a 26-inch box. As she said, she didn't have much to bring. After all, she only lived here for half a year, and she didn't have much to take away.

She looked around, the desk had been cleaned up, there was no book assignment, and the quilt on the bed was neatly folded.

The suddenness of her ordinary high school career did not happen, and the suddenness ended.

In fact, she wanted to come to the alma mater where her father and mother met at the beginning, and had no other expectations for her high school career.

Did not expect that she met two friends here.

A lovely thin man, a lovely fat man ...

After the figures of Hu Lai and Song Jiajia appeared in Li Qingqing's mind, he couldn't help laughing.

But she suddenly remembered something, and the smile on her face suddenly froze. As her only two friends in this school, they didn't even leave contact information!

Maybe it was because I could meet every day before anyway. If there is anything I want to say, I just meet at the school. Never thought about leaving a phone number, WeChat QQ or something ...

Why did you think of leaving so suddenly?

She completely forgot about it at school yesterday ...

Until now I remembered!

Since it is a friend, but then lost contact, what kind of friend?

Do you only be friends for one semester?

But now she is going to the school to find Hu Lai, leaving her phone number to him, obviously impossible.

Because ... The car called by Uncle Yang will come soon. They will take the high-speed train to Jincheng, and then take an afternoon flight from Jincheng to Shanhai. , And she is going to the women's football team under the Blue Moon Football Club to participate in the Blue Moon women's football in the Women's Football Super League.

She has no time to find Hu Lai, so how can she stay in touch with Hu Lai in the future?

Do n’t you see me like this again?

Li Qingqing frowned and cast his eyes out the window.

Then her eyes brightened.

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Yang Mingwei sat on the sofa and swiped his mobile phone, and his luggage was placed on a small twenty-inch box at his feet.

He checked the car-hailing app on his phone to see how far the car was from himself.

Heard the rapid footsteps from the wooden stairs behind him.

"The car hasn't come yet, don't worry, Qingqing ..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Li Qingqing had rushed to the door and was changing shoes.

"Eh, where are you going?"

"I go out and come back soon, Uncle Yang!"

When said this, she had already rushed out of the door.

"The car will come in a while, don't you ..."

Yang Mingwei did not finish this sentence, Li Qingqing went away.

"What's the matter, so anxious ..." He stared at the open door and shook his head.

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Li Qingqing quickly rushed out of the alley where she was, then turned left to accelerate, and then ran to a slightly hidden entrance.

Didn't stop until she ran into a deserted vineyard covered with grass.

This is the place behind her house, which she can easily see in the bedroom on the second floor every day.

The area in the middle was still bare soil, but now even the center is covered with grass, not to mention the thick grass that is half a person tall around the wall.

This is Hu Lai's secret base, but apparently, it has been abandoned again.

Li Qingqing stood in the open space and turned his eyes to the dense grass.

Then she ran towards the confirmed direction, buried her body in the grass, groped for some time, and finally took out a football.

Because this football was put on hold for a long time, he ran away for half a year, and it has become much worse than before.

Li Qingqing turned the football around and saw the mark left by Hu Lai on one of the leather: "WHO".

She took out the oil-based marker she had just grabbed on the table, opened the cap with her mouth, and lifted the pen to leave her own WeChat code under "WHO", which was also her phone number.

After writing, she blew a few breaths towards the handwriting, accelerated the volatilization, and dried the oily handwriting, which would not be easily erased or scratched.

After doing all this, she carefully put the football back into the original grass.

This is the only way she thought of leaving her contact information to Hu Lai, although this place has been abandoned by Hu Lai. She can only hope that one day, Hu Lai can still think of coming back to see, but also remember this football that was hidden here by him.

Then he could see the phone number he left for him.

After putting the football, Li Qingqing ran out of the secret base without looking back.

After the sound of footsteps drifted away, and finally disappeared completely, a wind blew in from outside the small alley, caressing the yellow grass, and made a slight rustling sound.

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"Qingqing, why did you go?" Yang Mingwei was anxious when he saw Li Qingqing reappearing in front of him.

"It's nothing, Uncle Yang, I'll go up to get my luggage. Is the car coming soon?" Li Qingqing hid her hands behind her back, hiding the oily marker in her hand.

"I'll help you get it ..."

"No, Uncle Yang, I can move it." Li Qingqing jumped upstairs after he finished talking.

Li Qingqing returned to her bedroom and walked to the window again, turning her eyes to the place where she hid the football.

Well, from here, I can't see the clues at all, and it should not be easily discovered by others.

Hope that fool do n’t forget this place and that football ...

"Qingqing, the car is coming!" Uncle Yang's voice sounded downstairs.

"Okay, I'm down!"

Li Qingqing carried her bag on her back, carrying the suitcase, leaving her bedroom, and went downstairs.

Yang Mingwei had pushed the box to wait for him at the gate, and outside the door, he could see a car parked there, the trunk lid open, and the rear seat door opened. The driver came down from the driver's seat and reached for Yang Mingwei's suitcase.

Seeing Li Qingqing carrying the big box down, he greeted him again: "I will let it go."

Li Qingqing handed over the suitcase and backpack to the driver and sat in the back row. Before closing the door, she glanced at the old house where she had stayed briefly.

She remembered the evening when she moved to this house with her father six months ago. The sun was very good. The sunset light came from the west-facing window, and the dust in the house flew in the light.

Today, when she left, the sunshine was still good. The morning sunlight came from the east sky and shone on the roof of this two-story building. The white walls and slate tiles were reddish, and the window glass reflected the appearance of a red sun.

"Let's go." Yang Mingwei opened the door of the co-pilot and sat in.

Li Qingqing closed the door and the car started slowly, leaving the scene in her eyes behind her.

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"Ah!" Song Jiajia suddenly whispered.

"Why? The fuss ..." Hu Lai, who was lying on the table and basking in the sun, gave him a disgruntled glance.

"I suddenly remembered one thing ... I forgot to leave Li Qingqing's contact information!"

Hearing Song Jiajia's words, Hu Lai also looked up from the table.

"Do you have Li Qingqing's phone number, WeChat or QQ?" Song Jiajia asked him.

Hu Lai shook his head: "No one."

"Isn't she your coach? Didn't you contact me privately?"

"We are bright and upright classmates, why should we contact in private!"

"Oh, no matter how pure it is, there is no delay in leaving WeChat QQ? Is she in the WeChat group or QQ group of our class?"

"I don't seem to have ..."

Song Jiajia sighed a long time: "Ah, why did you forget to ask her to add a WeChat when eating yesterday?"

Hu Lai frowned slightly ~ EbookFREE.me ~ seemed to be thinking about it.

Thought for a while, he shook his head: "Forget it ..."

Was lying on the desk again, basking in his sun.

The sun shone on his face, making him feel his cheeks hot.

He turned his head and buried his face in his arms.

Song Jiajia was still whispering next to him: "I just became a classmate for a semester, and suddenly came and left suddenly, and I didn't even leave a contact ... I felt like I had a dream, alas ..."

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PS, continue to ask for subscription support.

I hope you do n’t bother me. After all, my grades are also important during the launch of the new book. I also hope that the subscription number is more beautiful ...

Another three consecutive days of three shifts come to an end, and then return to two shifts per day ...

Then, I will work hard to save the code word. If the saving of the manuscript allows, I will still break out the three smaller ones. Do n’t think it is less. Although the update frequency is not high, the number of words in the three smaller ones may top 2K. The Party's 4th Five-Year Plan has changed!

Finally, taking advantage of the opportunity of six changes in these two days, I would like to ask you for some monthly tickets ...

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