Because considering that Zhang Meng had a pregnant woman at home, the three brothers did not dare to fight a protracted battle, they went back to their own drinks until nine o'clock. Feng Yan, who returned to the factory, lay in bed without any sleepiness.

"Hey, Mengzi, I'm here. I just got to bed. Have you called Yang Ji? He's also home, right? OK, um... that, wait, don't hang it up first. I remember something. I want to consult you. I want to change my phone. The letters on the keyboard I use now have been worn out. Which brand of mobile phone keyboard should you recommend to me? I don't have a sliding cover. That kind of cable is easy to break."

"Brother, you just released it. This is too incredible. Do you still want to buy a phone with a keyboard? This year, Nojiya is going to be out of the way. Now young people are starting to use touch screen machines for Android. Do you really don't know?"

Feng Yan was confused by Zhang Meng's words. From the beginning of the year to now, for more than half a year, Feng Yan has gone down the mountain to attend social engagements with the Li family and his son, but for the first time today, because of a private matter, he knew very little about some changes that have happened in the outside world. Originally, the matter in the mining area some time ago gave Feng Yan the idea of ​​making plans early. Today, when Zhang Meng said this, Feng Yan's sense of crisis was awakened. After hanging up the phone, Feng Yan sat on the bed and pondered for a long time...

After several generations of mining, the old mining area that has been full of holes may not stop one day. If I continue to work blindly, the mine will go bankrupt after three to five years, and the mine will go bankrupt. Not to mention how much money you can't save. Judging from the current situation, if I really work for a few more years, I will probably be out of touch with society and become a "social blind" abandoned by society. If I really want money, I have no money, and I have no social experience. I am older. It will be even more difficult to start again. But now I don't have a good place to go. The more I think about it, the more annoyed you will be, and in the next few days I will be even more distracted.

"Feng Yan, my hometown sent you a package. I brought it back from the post office. In the office, you go to get it yourself after work. I'll go to the county town for a shower today. I'll come back tomorrow. Remember to lock the door after you get it." Li Baichuan walked to the workshop and found Feng Yan, who was about to pick up lead nitrate, and handed him the office key...

After get off work, Feng Yan didn't remember the package until after dinner, so he got up from bed and went to the office with the keys.

"Who will send me something?" Feng Yan looked carefully in a tightly wrapped big cardboard box wrapped in tape. The name written on the sender was Wang Jing. He didn't remember knowing someone named Wang Jing? The contact information was also fake. The curious Feng Yan opened the package. The first thing that caught his eye was the four big words "Happy Birthday", with three short-sleeved T-shirts and some snacks underneath. Feng Yan immediately thought of someone after seeing these things.

"It must be her, it must be her. She still thinks of me... Yes..." Feng Yan suddenly became extremely excited and shouted, holding the box back to the room.

While trying on clothes, Feng Yan called Yang Sao, Hei Zimo, Lin Luo, and Zhang Meng one by one while trying on clothes. Hei Zimo, Lin Luo, and Zhang Meng, hoping that everyone in the world would know that Mi Xiaojun still thought that he still cared about him. Feng Yan, who was dazed by joy, even put on the clothes Mi Xiaojun bought, took dozens of photos and swiped the screen in their brother group. Finally, Yang Sao, who could not bear it, called him.

"You love, you can show off your clothes with us. Why don't you call Mi Xiaojun while the iron is hot and ask for reconciliation?"

Feng Yan woke up suddenly when he heard Yang Sao's roar on the phone

"Yes, what a good opportunity." Feng Yan quickly took out Mi Xiaojun's mobile phone number, but his finger stopped on the keyboard for a long time without the courage to press it. He had already suffered too much disappointment in nearly a year. He was now afraid that he would dial in the phone and hear him say: "Don't contact again"...

Feng Yan has long lost confidence after nearly eight months of unrequited love. After thinking about it, Feng Yan clicked on the editing column of the information and typed six words

——"Thank you for your gift"

The moment he pressed the send button, Feng Yan felt uneasy. He was now looking forward to Mi Xiaojun's reply to him, but he was afraid that Mi Xiaojun would still ignore the messages he sent as before... Two minutes later, with the sound of the "ding bell" message, Feng Yan, who was lying on the bed, was sitting up suddenly and picked up his cell phone from the table.

--"Happy birthday"

Feng Yan looked at the four words Mi Xiaojun replied, and his eyes were so excited. For eight months, Feng Yan sent messages to Mi Xiaojun almost every day, but never received a reply from Mi Xiaojun. This sudden surprise saved Feng Yan's dead and rekindled heart, and also ignited Feng Yan's determination to go back...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!