At ten o'clock in the evening, Hou Meimei lay down on chuang and swiped Weibo after washing. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

She has been registered for this Weibo account for a while, but she rarely publishes anything, but the number of followers has gone up in the hundreds, and those objects are all stars she likes on weekdays.

In fact, if it weren't for her idol who likes to play Weibo, she wouldn't have bothered to register.

It's really fun to start first.,Real-name authentication of your favorite idols.,If you want to see his dynamics, you just need to click on his Weibo.,You don't need to look for it everywhere.。

But later, she found that celebrity Weibo was not interesting.

It's really boring to make a daily announcement or post a selfie and then say that there is no beginning or end.

Alas.

I thought it would be a little interesting to put on Weibo for a while, but I didn't expect that after a few weeks, her interest was not cultivated, but she no longer liked it because she was unfamiliar.

After deleting the stars she didn't like, Hou Meimei began to check the hot searches.

Although the hot search claims to be updated 24 hours a day, the content of the hot search is still like that, it doesn't feel special, but there are occasionally funny jokes, but those people turn their heads and want to post advertisements.

I really can't be powdered.

turned off the hot search, Hou Meimei opened the friend search.

Compared with what is popular, hot search, she prefers this function, friend search, if two people who are friends with each other, the search will appear in this list.

For example, the only male colleague who was a fan of her searched for Korean movies several times one day, and then on the same day, she found that "Korean film limit = system = level" appeared on the list.

Oh hehehe.

I wonder what secrets there will be here today?

Gossip is the nature of girls, and Hou Meimei's goal is to gossip as much as possible to a reasonable and legal extent, but there is nothing fun on today's hot search of friends.

However, you don't.

Hey?

It's weird, how can a friend's hot search have such a name?

Thinking about it, Hou Meimei opened it, followed the connection, and a Weibo called "Call me Tucao Jun" came into view, and subconsciously, Hou Meimei looked at the fan value: 10.

It seems to be newly opened.

However, this newly opened blogger used the picture as his first Weibo, and the picture was attached: However, you don't.

Click on Weibo, it is a poem.

"But, You Didn't"

I remember the day I borrowed your new car,

I broke it,

I thought you were going to kill me,

But you don't.

I remember the day I dragged you to the beach,

And it rained as you said.

I thought you would say "I told you",

But you don't.

I remember the day I flirted with all the men to make you jealous,

And you're really jealous.

I thought you would leave me,

But you don't.

I remember that day on your newly bought carpet,

Spit up biscuits all over the floor.

I thought you would be disgusted with me,

But you didn't,

I remember one time I forgot to tell you that the ball was in a dress.

And you're only wearing jeans, and you're out of the woods,

I thought you were going to give up on me,

But you don't.

yes

There are so many things you haven't done,

And thou hast tolerated me, loved me, protected me,

There are many, many things I want to repay you,

When you return from the ruins,

But you don't.

Let's go.

A tear hit the screen of the phone.

In the blur of tears, Hou Meimei seemed to see her fiancé again: the tall boy who always loved to laugh, that day, he was wearing a camouflage uniform, standing in front of the army car, smiling and waving at him.

He said that he was proud to be sent to this disaster relief, that he was a soldier of the people, and that he was going to rush forward when the people needed him now.

He also said that he owed himself a grand proposal and would make it up to him when he returned from the disaster area.

He also told himself that when he returned, they would go and get the certificate.

She believed, and she waited.

But what are you waiting for?

It was supposed to be her father-in-law's phone.

She will never forget that night, on the phone, her father-in-law said to her in a hoarse voice, "Mei'er, Guanghua...... He...... He died. ”

At that moment, she was blinded.

She couldn't figure out how his promise to her was still the same as yesterday, how in the blink of an eye, the boy who doted on her, loved her, was always bullied by her, and often protected her left like this.

To this day, she still feels that the funeral was like a dream, and she was just a spectator.

She didn't cry or laugh, she just stood dumbfounded, listening to the comfort of others, looking at herself comforting others.

The information about the disaster was overwhelming, but she tried to avoid contact with such news, and in order to make herself forget, she deliberately changed places, pretending to be thin, pretending to forget, and pretending to be strong.

She thought that as long as she pretended to lie like this, she would forget one day.

In fact, she also felt like she had forgotten if it weren't for the poem.

It doesn't have flowery rhetoric, like a self-statement, more like a confession, but every word is what she wants to say but doesn't say.

Hou Meimei hugged her mobile phone tightly, buried her head between her arms, and broke down and cried.

"Meimei, what's wrong with you?"

Roommate Ying Sirou hurriedly ran over when she heard the crying, and saw Hou Meimei, who was almost breaking down crying with her mobile phone on chuang, first stunned, and then hurriedly walked to Hou Meimei's side.

Could it be that something is wrong with the relationship?

Seeing Hou Meimei holding her mobile phone in her hand, Ying Sirou's first reaction was emotion.

Hou Meimei only came to the office a few months ago, and to be honest, she doesn't have a big impression of this girl, and she doesn't have a big grin on weekdays.

Almost all the boys in the office were hooked up by her because she was beautiful, but when their roommates asked, Hou Meimei always denied it.

To put it bluntly, she thinks Hou Meimei is a green tea watch.

Is this another dump?

"Okay, okay, don't cry, isn't it just an emotional thing, just look for it again."

Although she was comforted in her mouth, Ying Sirou was very happy in her heart, "Okay, it's not a matter for you to cry like this, come, give me your phone, and I'll see which bastard dares to bully us Meimei." ”

Finally, she snatched the mobile phone from Hou Meimei's hand.

Although the photo has been shrunk, the page remains on Weibo.

"But, You Didn't"

Seeing this title, Ying Sirou raised her eyebrows, glanced at the picture a few times, and looked at Hou Meimei a few times, could it be that just such a poem can make Hou Meimei cry like a dog?

Thinking about it, she opened the picture and glanced at it a few times.

I have to say that this poem is really sad, but is it? Crying like this?

"Okay, okay, don't cry."

As she spoke, Ying Sirou withdrew from Weibo, and the next second, she was stupid.

On the screen, a young man of about twenty-six or seventeen years old was wearing a green camouflage military uniform, carrying a military bag, and waving at the camera with a bright smile.

The sunlight hit his slightly dark face, casting a faint halo on his face, like a candle flame in the dark.

Ying Sirou was stupid.

This man, she's seen!

Thinking about it, Ying Sirou couldn't take care of Hou Meimei, took out the newspaper from the living room, and compared the soldiers who died in the disaster on the newspaper while holding the photos on her mobile phone.

Di Guanghua?

Seeing that the name of the young man on the screensaver was, Ying Sirou gasped, this soldier who died to rescue the little girl from the rubble went to the front line, and his wedding date was only fifteen days away.

From the living room, you can't see the scene of Hou Meimei's bedroom, but now, Ying Sirou's eyes are red.

There are so many things you haven't done,

And thou hast tolerated me, loved me, protected me,

There are many, many things I want to repay you,

When you return from the ruins,

But you don't.

But, you don't!

Really...... It hurts!

That night, the poem was reposted more than 100 times, with more than 40 people commenting and attracting five fans, while on the other side, Xu Yi, the blogger who "called me Tucao Jun", had just written three chapters.

"Congratulations, your "Me and You" has been approved, please sign a contract with the CAC to edit Xiaoyu Penguin, penguin number: xxxxxxxxx"

After uploading the manuscript, a penguin message pops up.

Olympic committee?

I'll go.

Really passed?!

Seeing the three words of the Olympic Committee, Xu Yi's brain was instantly emptied.

Although "Me and You" was copied by him, Nima was able to be selected by the Olympic Committee, and at this time, all plagiarism and face were thrown out of the sky by Xu Yi.

After adding light rain according to the Penguin, the other party quickly responded with consent.

"Hello Xiaoyu."

Although it was ten o'clock now, Xu Yi still took the initiative to go up and say hello according to the excitement in his heart.

If it weren't for the mind that had lived for nearly thirty years in his previous life telling him to calm down, he would have pounced on it by now, and he would have pounced on it if he didn't reply, and he would talk about it when he was happy.

Now, though, he knew that it wasn't polite to knock someone else's penguin in the middle of the night.

Of course, this rule generally only applies to people who don't know it well, and it is a different matter for those who are particularly hard-working.

Kong Chen is this exception.

"Lao Xu, have you slept? Brother has a particularly good deal here, do you want to do it together? ”

Xu Yi wanted to beat people up a bit.

He remembered that after he was reborn, he said to Kong Chen that he hoped to do business and test the water in the business world while he was young.

Then, Kong Chen sent himself such a message three times.

For the first time, the game was upgraded to fight monsters, and he lost fifty oceans.

The second time, he resold the game currency, and he lost 15 oceans.

The third time, he resold his mobile phone number, and he lost 300 oceans.

it.

Who Nima said that rebirth can hold thighs?

Who did Nima explain the path of light energy?

You come out, buddy hug and don't slap your face!

Roaring in his heart, Xu Yi still asked, "What business?" Tell me, let me tell you, if there is any more unreliable business, I will not participate. ”

"Stocks!"

"Damn, you = mom can you rely on some music once."

Xu Yi is a little angry.

Let's not say that he hasn't touched this thing at all, but then the financial crisis broke out, the stock market was turbulent, and those who played with stocks didn't even have their pants left, and he couldn't even commit suicide by jumping off a building in the end.

Let him speculate on stocks?

Save it.

"Lao Xu, listen to me, recently my dad had a friend introduce a man surnamed Ma, that person opened an e-commerce, what is it called Ahri, my dad said that it was particularly novel and entered tens of millions, in order to exercise me, my dad specially gave me 1% of the shares, which is equivalent to about 10,000 yuan in market price, I now have a few thousand, how about you join our joint venture?"

I rub!

No way!

Seeing Kong Chen's words, Xu Yi was completely stunned.

Ali?

Horse Luck Dad?

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The boss is big, fast, I'm going to pick up soap~~

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First thank you to the boss for the big reward.,By the way, the boss is big.,And then I'm sorry to everyone.,It's really late for today's update.。

Why is it late?

Specifically, it was the mother who forced the lion to find a job.

Belch......

Well, it's a good idea to compromise with reality when writing a book isn't enough for me to feed myself, but it's only temporary, and I'm sure that writing will eventually become my proudest job in the near future.

But at the moment, there are more things to do, and I have to write a thesis.

Those of you who have written a paper should know more, the paper is a grinding little goblin, saying no, but the body is very honest to let you change it over and over again.

it!

Let me start with a slot on the paper.

Okay, I'll try to keep two updates, during which I try to save the manuscript and explode it in the future (unlikely, I hope you don't have too many expectations), but the most important thing is that whether this book is one or two more, or a blast, this book is not very strong.

This book is not very strong.

Not too much of a prison

Not too much of a prison.

I've said it three times, you understand.

Finally, if you think it's good-looking, you can put a bold collection of dim sum.

Groups. (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～