"Yes, I've had a drink. I feel so bad. People say that I can drink to relieve my worries, but I feel so bad after drinking."

I lie on the coffee table, holding the phone, talking.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before he said, "if you don't tell me, it might be better."

"Good..."

In a daze, I began to talk on the phone about Ji Qingxuan and me

I don't know how long.

Later, I didn't know how to fall asleep.

It's night to wake up again.

I had a headache. I got up and made a bowl of instant noodles. I picked it up and wanted to see the time, but I found that my cell phone was dead and I couldn't turn it on.

I'm a little puzzled. I remember I was fine in the morning.



But I gave Ji Qingxuan a 120.

I charged my cell phone and ate instant noodles by myself. When I finished eating, my cell phone turned on.

I opened the call record and found that there was a number on it that didn't exist. I recognized it at a glance. It was the phone number of the person who funded my university!

I took a look at the call time

132 minutes.

"My God."

I'm scared. How could I talk to him for so long!

I tried to think about it, and finally remembered that I was crying with him.

I feel very sorry immediately.

In fact, I have never met the person who supports me. In my imagination, he is an elder and takes good care of me.

I'm always polite when I text him.