Out of Curiosity (3)

What is the truth? If it is revealed one day, will it not be possible to be curious? I don't know......

On WeChat, the first question I asked her was, "Can you sing?"

She said yes, but she didn't sing well. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info...... I seem to see hope, maybe I can hear her singing!

What hope is there? It's that after being hurt by love, I really want to listen to the song, but I want to listen to a more real sound. She was.

So, of course I'll ask her to sing a song to listen to. But who is so easy to sing to strangers who don't know themselves? She wants me to sing first, and she sings.

My heart secretly laughed, whaha! I don't know how much I want to sing to others, even though it's a rookie version. Besides, she's already in my trap!

I immediately found my spiritual support—the lyric book that I had spent a lot of effort copying. Then, rush to the bathroom.

I remember that it was a night when the cold air was raging, and the cold wind was very faceless.

I pressed the button and started my "heavenly sound". After all, I'm singing a song that I wrote myself! Okay, I'll send it when I'm done......

Because I am a person with low self-esteem, when people praise me for singing well, I will reply, "Really?"

I replied to her in the same way. Also, it's her turn.

Forehead...... She didn't know what song to sing. Later, I even sang "Two Tigers"! I don't care, I can sing anything, I just want to listen to songs made of real voices.

While waiting for her to send it, okay, hurry up and poop! I don't know what I ate wrong that day, and I can't pull it out!

It was very difficult to pull halfway, and the voice of the WeChat message came in time. But I still listened to it, oh, it turned out to be singing "Elimination".

Her voice turned out to be like this, and when she heard it, she knew that it was the feeling of a person from the west of Guangdong. It's a little out of tune, but I listen to it so well! It's so comfortable! It's so comfortable that I forget that my poop hasn't left me......

Before she could finish reveling, she sent it again.

I was excited to listen to it again, "Five-Star Red Flag ......"

Oh, it's so "wonderful"! It's really "this song should only be in the sky, and it's rare to hear it in the world"!

The poop was finally deeply shocked, and left me with a reluctantly "poof" sound......

Huhu, in fact, listens more, is cute.

Yes, it's really not easy for a person who thinks that he sings out of tune and has dancing cramps and is willing to sing to you. So, the more I listened, the more cute she became!

Next, we talked about constellations.

She asked me if I believed it, and I said I believed it seven points and kept three points sober.

She even said, "Fortunately, you are not deeply poisoned, and you are still saved." ”

I'm ashamed......

She asked me if it would affect my feelings because of the horoscope. As for me, I honestly replied, "No, my feelings are the most important thing." It feels right, it's good. ”

Let's talk about it again, and it's my personality.

She called me like a child. Whew, well, from studying to now, those who have been with me for a long time think I am like a child. Whether you are older than me or younger than me, everyone thinks so, except for my family.

She was two years younger than me, and she thought I was like a child. I don't know if I'm too naïve or if she's maturing too quickly. Haha! It doesn't matter, I also like to be treated like a child, as long as it doesn't hurt my self-esteem. After all, I'm really a little kid at heart. Because of this, I don't know how to love others, which is also my sadness.

Talking to her, I've lost sight of how the mean, cold air paralyzes my ass. It seemed like a long time had passed, and there was a burst of lion roar outside the bathroom......

That night, somehow it ended. All you know, I had a good dream!

Until the day before yesterday, I joked about writing about the process of our acquaintance. She said she was looking forward to it!

So, I really wrote it.

But, what is the truth of writing?

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