Although he was suspicious, jealous, and even cursing a certain man, Classmate Zhuang still answered Zhang Na's question quite seriously. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Na is a beauty, and Su Xue is even more so!

Su Xue is the goddess of most of the boys in their class, as for the few boys, they are either addicted to the second dimension, or they are addicted to station b, and they are also members of station b who can send the bottom barrage.

Zhuang listed one, two, three, four, with analysis and examples, and answered specifically and in detail.

And then the eggs.

He hadn't been given a gift by any girl.

So the answer actually didn't satisfy Zhang Na. - Of course, Su Xue was also not satisfied.

When breakfast was about to be finished, Zhang Na's mobile phone clicked.

After taking a look, Zhang Na was slightly stunned, and then said to Su Xue with a smile: "Xuexue, there is a video of my male god again, let's hurry up!"

Su Xue snorted.

Two minutes later, the two held hands and walked briskly towards the girls' building.

"Fortunately, it's not Su Xue. ”

Looking at the backs of the two, a classmate surnamed Zhuang had a deep gaze, and his heart was a husky, "However, the man's wife actually wants to chase after him?"

The so-called video of the male god is a blogger on Weibo who follows Zhang Na "The piano makes me very unbeautiful", and posted another Weibo, the same as the previous one, it is still a sentence and a video.

Zhang Na's mobile phone traffic is very small, only 100 trillion per month, and even if the traffic is enough, she will not watch this video on her mobile phone.

The phone screen is too small!

"I'm a stone's throw away from you, and you're away from me. ”

Su Xue read this sentence on the top Weibo displayed on the laptop screen, but after reading it, she was a little dazed.

It's too similar to her current situation!

"Sister Na. Su Xue couldn't help but call Zhang Na, as if she was asking, asking but not asking, not talking, and not complaining.

And after reading this sentence in the same way, Zhang Na seemed a little happy or happy, and said: "Xuexue, I guessed right, my male god is really young!"

In Su Xue's puzzlement, she opened a new browser window, typed the words "I leave you" on the search page, then entered, and then clicked on one casually, signaling Su Xue to look.

That's a poem:

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, and every day is good with you.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape.

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. Butterflies go to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night.

This poem is not long, the most important thing is that the words are very straightforward, and the first few sentences are basically the same, Su Xue read it quickly, and then she said "ah".

She actually knows this poem, but she just remembers the first two sentences, and if she memorizes it, she will definitely not be able to memorize it, but looking at it at this time, it is too familiar to be more familiar, and after reading it, she also understands what the blogger's sentence means.

Not at the end of the world, but at the end of the world.

It's not the end of the world, but "I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born." ”

"How old is the blogger?" asked Su Xue softly.

"It was not written on Weibo. Zhang Na said. This is actually too normal, no woman will disclose her age on the Internet, so that everyone can know it at a glance, so their "Internet age" is basically under ten years old!

"But it's about the same as our senior sister who just graduated. ”

Su Xue nodded.

So it's possible from twenty-three-four to twenty-six-seventy-eight. And the person in the video, it seems, must be much smaller than that!

Zhang Na had already opened the video at this time, and it was the same as the last time, it was still maximized.

Soon, the video started playing.

It's still the zither, it's the same person, it's still the hands.

The sound quality of the laptop speaker is not very good, a little fluttery, and a little empty, but watching the video and listening to the sound, the two girls still quickly became intoxicated, and after a while, Zhang Na didn't say a word, and directly clicked on the playback.

After playing it again, after a long while, Su Xue said: "He played so well!"

This time, even if it is a layman who doesn't know anything, Su Xue knows that the person in the video has an extremely superb playing level, because in the second half of the song, the movement of that hand is so fast that people can't see it clearly, and more importantly, the flexibility of the fingers one by one is simply not like words.

"Xue Xue, I'm done. Zhang Na's expression was complicated, and her heart was also complicated, "I just saw the Peach Blossom Spring." ”

Peach Blossom Source Su Xue must know, no need to explain, let alone search, in fact, she was also very intoxicated by what she heard just now, but because she had "no embrace" in her heart, she was not as deep as Zhang Na, and when she heard this, she also chuckled, and then said, "Sister Na, do you regret it now?"

She was referring to the fact that Zhang Na said yesterday that she would not pursue the male god in the video.

"Yes, my sister regrets it. Zhang Na said.

She didn't regret it, but blamed herself, and even wondered if she was the legendary water-based poplar.

This man.

The man.

Why did she think that was her perfect male god when she saw that, and after seeing this again, she felt that this was her perfect male god? Why did the images of both people fit her imagination so much?

One is good at music, and that's her dreams and regrets.

One......

Yesterday afternoon, the scene in the library came back to her mind, as she passed by the aisle, and the man sat there, his fingers gently flipping through the book.

And at that moment, in Zhang Na's opinion, his fingers were not turning the pages, but plucking at her heartstrings.

Really, without exaggeration, just at a glance, she fell.

It's not him who hates you.

It's not you who hates him.

The poem I had read before still had a little residue in my impression, and at this time, such two sentences floated through Zhang Na's mind, and for a while, Zhang Na's heart was really chaotic. And it was in this mood that she unconsciously refreshed the page.

At this time, it has been almost half an hour since the blogger posted this Weibo, and although it is morning, there are already a lot of comments underneath.

"Blogger, did you see my private message? beg for a reply!" is the comment that appears at the top at this time.

Seeing this comment, Zhang Na remembered that after she just saw that video last week, she also sent a private message to the blogger. At this time, she casually looked at the upper right corner, but in fact she didn't need to look at it, there was no new news!

In other words, the blogger didn't reply.

But I guess I can't reply to it, the previous Weibo, there are already more than 10,000 retweets at this time!

It doesn't seem like a lot, but you know, it's a video of playing a guzheng! How many people love music in the whole of China, and how many of these people have been following Weibo for a long time, and how many of them have been following Weibo for a long time......

In short, counting layer by layer, this seems to be a "little" number of forwards, but it is actually so much that it is shocking!

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Thank you "WPS" for the recommendation ticket support.

Thank you to "Lucienx" for the commuter pass. (To be continued.) )