Jones Calvin didn’t respond and quickly left.
After Mira announced her marriage, Jones Calvin fell silent for a long time. Six months later, he made a full comeback, releasing a brand new album. This time, the album broke away from his previous electronic music style and leaned towards soothing vocal music. Anyone who knew him a little would notice that Jones Calvin’s singing skills had improved significantly.
The sensational scandal from half a year ago seemed to have been selectively forgotten, and with Jones Calvin’s return, he remained a super idol in the spotlight.
Mira, who had never pursued fame, sang when she had songs and rested when she didn’t, leading a more low-key life.
Mira planted a few strawberry plants on her balcony and adopted a little white cat. On a pleasant day, she sat on a chair on the balcony, occasionally swatting at the bugs that flew onto the strawberries with a fan, while the little white cat lounged at her feet, meowing from time to time.
Tony Brown quietly approached her and, without saying a word, picked her up in a horizontal embrace. Mira shot him an annoyed glare, “I haven’t finished dealing with the bugs yet, what are you doing?”
“How can you still be thinking about bugs when you have serious matters to attend to?”
“???”
Mira was confused.
“Having a baby.”
He whispered in her ear, his voice laced with laughter.
Mira hit him playfully, “Tony Brown, I didn’t know you were so unserious.”
“You only just found out? That’s too late.”
He carried her and lay down on the bed.
The sunlight was just right, and her playful complaints, mixed with the little cat’s meows, soon intertwined together…
Noah met Thelma ten years ago.
At that time, he had failed a mission, lost his best friend, and was severely injured himself. His leg was fractured, and the muscles in his arm were damaged, making it impossible for him to move normally. Only a few fingers could move flexibly, barely allowing him to manage daily tasks like eating and dressing.
With his leg injured, he couldn’t go anywhere and had to stay in bed every day. Coupled with the death of his friend, he went through a very depressed period.
However, he was used to hiding his emotions, so he buried himself in books every day, and others couldn’t see through him.
Dennis often came to visit him. Perhaps seeing him either sleeping or reading all day was too boring, he complained, “Aren’t you bored just lying in bed all day?” After saying that, he frowned, “But you can’t just lie in bed like this. I mean, don’t ignore me. Even if you can’t move, at least talk to someone. If you don’t want to talk to me, with social media so developed now, you could just find a stranger to chat with. You’re always bottling things up; that’s not good for you. I know you’re sad about her, but death is irreversible, right? You have to look forward while you’re alive. If you feel like there’s something stuck in your heart, just find someone to talk to. Once you get it off your chest, you’ll feel better. I’m talking to you, are you listening?”
He didn’t even lift his head, flipping through the pages of his book, his tone cold and ungracious, “Shut up, get out!”
Dennis: “…” Dennis was completely blocked by him, snorted, “I can’t be bothered with you.”
He took Dennis’s words as mere background noise and didn’t take them to heart. However, not long after Dennis left, his phone flashed. He picked it up to see someone had added him as a friend on social media.
He had started using social media when it was first launched, and this particular app had only been out for a short while. Many people were adding each other as friends, so it wasn’t unusual for someone to add him. However, he usually ignored them. Looking at the flashing notification and recalling Dennis’s words, he thought it was quite a coincidence that right after Dennis suggested he find a stranger to chat with, someone added him as a friend.
He figured it was probably one of the few brats he had in the army.
He set his phone aside, not wanting to deal with it, but the other party was persistent and sent another message shortly after. He frowned and opened the social media app to take a look.
System message: 4575***55 requests to add you as a friend.
He clicked on the profile and saw the nickname “Cutie,” and it was a girl. The account level was very low, not even a star, clearly just registered not long ago.
Noah sneered coldly. Did they think he couldn’t tell it was a fake account created just to mess with him?
He wanted to see what tricks they could play.
Noah clicked to accept.
