No matter how big or small the banknote is, even if there is no change in your pocket, put a piece of chewing gum in your hat, and the old man will thank you with a smile on his face. He is a person, and the stories he tells, just like the West Lake behind him, calm and beautiful.

The wild mouse, of course, was not in the mood to listen to any stories, and he stood outside the gazebo, constantly looking at every girl who passed by, especially careful to distinguish whether the other person had a code in his hand that was like him, consisting of two roses and a golden incense. It was only at this time that the wild mouse began to regret that he should have made a video with the apple in advance, even if it was to take a photo, and it was better to remember her appearance than to be so anxious as an ant on a hot pot, with his eyes dripping and constantly rolling on the girl's hand.

Maybe it's because girls waste a lot of time on makeup and dressing up before seeing the boy they like, and the wild mice wandered around the cool stop for a full hour, and they didn't see the girl holding the same "code" as him.

"She's trying to surprise me......"

The wild mouse desperately tried to convince himself, and then continued to revolve around the small pavilion as an axis. He turned around like this, and it took him three or four hours, but after such a long time, the heart of the wild mouse was filled with hope again and again, and again and again it was filled with disappointment.

When night came, fewer and fewer tourists came to rest in this pavilion, and even the old man who relied on telling stories to everyone in exchange for living expenses put away his maza. No matter how many times I beat myself up in my heart, the wild mouse finally has to face a possible reality: the taste of apples may not come.

When the gazebo ceased to be noisy during the day, the wild mice noticed that a man who had been standing in the gazebo a few hours earlier had not left until now.

He is a very handsome boy with a smell of sunshine all over his body. He should be two or three years older than the wild mouse that has just turned eighteen, and although his height of one hundred and seventy centimeters is not tall and handsome, the warm corners of his mouth and soft gaze give him a quality that is closer to neutral beauty.

He looks more like the protagonist in the campus comics, who concentrates gentlemanly demeanor and aesthetics.

For this kind of boy who is much more handsome than himself, the wild mouse has always had no good feelings. But today's long wait has consumed too much of his mental and physical strength, and the strong sense of loss that wells up in his heart makes him really need someone to talk about something. He involuntarily approached the boy, and then said a boring nonsense: "You're waiting for someone?" ”

The boy nodded.

The words full of words rushed to his mouth, facing a stranger, born in an otaku and leaving the Internet, the wild rat who almost didn't know how to contact with the outside world didn't know how to say the grievances in his heart, and he held it for a long time before he came up with another sentence, "West Lake, well, it's beautiful at night." ”

The night of West Lake is indeed beautiful.

As far as the eye can see, under the blowing of the night breeze, the water of the West Lake continues to gently sway, and the water surface reflects fine pieces of silver moonlight, and even the colorful neon lights on the shore and the shadows reflected on the water surface become more colorful.

In the distance, a few girl's chuckles were faintly heard, and the lake water crashed against the shore with a soft "whoosh" and "whoa", and the two mixed together to form a song unique to nature. Standing in the gazebo, looking at everything in front of him, listening to the faint but audible sounds around him, the wild mouse only felt that the anxiety and grievances in his heart were being withdrawn from the surrounding environment little by little at a speed that he could detect, until he finally calmed down again.

And the boy has been standing quietly behind the wild mouse, accompanying him to look at the night view of the West Lake.

Suddenly, the mouse's body shook involuntarily. He looked back at the boy behind him, his gaze finally falling on the boy's right arm. The boy's right arm is tied with three ribbons, two of which are red and one is yellow. The most important thing is that when the wild mouse calmed down, he could finally find that the three ribbons tied to the boy's arm in front of him, and the knots were clearly in the shape of flowers.

"Are you...... Apple taste. ”

Looking at the boy in front of him and nodding slightly, the wild mouse was really smiling bitterly. The "wife" he had known since he was fifteen years old and began to like turned out to be a boy, a boy who was so handsome that it was estimated that the number of suitors around him was absolutely amazing.

"Running into an online game as a shemale, and even having fun with it, tricking me into a fool, is it interesting?"

The wild mouse tasted a faint sweet smell in his mouth, and he, a liar in the online world, tasted the taste of being deceived for the first time.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts to the heart! It is because he is homely enough that he will spend three years weaving a love myth on the Internet, and it is because he is homely enough that he will not make a phone call to the other party for three years, and he will not even ask for a photo. So, when he finally mustered up the courage to meet the other party, he had to bear the risk that the other party might be a shemale!

"I really didn't intend to lie to you."

Apple's head was lowered, but his voice still reached the ears of the wild mouse, "I didn't understand anything at first, and I chose a female character in the game, just because I thought she was the most beautiful and most suitable for me among all the characters." I was messing around in the game, and just when I was bored and wanted to quit the game and never come in again, someone maliciously pked me, they obviously had the upper hand, but they refused to stop, and they kept saying bad things to each other, and I was really angry at that time, and I even thought that as long as someone could come out to help me, I would be grateful to him for the rest of my life. ”

Of course, Wild Mouse remembered this experience, and he said miserably: "At that time, there happened to be a stupid person passing by, and that stupid person was still a master of the number in the server, he was really bored at the time, and he rose up together, so he helped the little fairy who was bullied miserably." That stupid guy is obviously not a ball himself, and he dares to draw a knife to help when he sees injustice, which is really asking for his own hardship! ”

Apple Flavor shook his head vigorously, "I have been very liked by everyone since I was a child, my family spoiled me, and the people around me let me, since I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, every Valentine's Day, my drawer would be stuffed with chocolates, even when it was time to be on duty, there would be girls rushing to help me make it." I've always taken these things for granted, but on that day, you suddenly appeared and helped me beat those people away, and I suddenly realized that it was so good to be treated as a girl and protected by others. Originally, I thought that we would know each other like this, and then we would slowly forget, but, after a few days, you suddenly proposed to me, I hesitated for a long, long time, and finally agreed to your proposal, and from that time on, the reason why I still stayed in this game is that there is still a you in this game. ”

As an otaku, the wild mouse is on the Internet, and what he pays for the taste of apples is a man's truest feelings, and the taste of apples has also received the most fiery feelings transmitted through the airwaves. This kind of surging feelings and strong protection are all things that a man can never feel in reality.

Therefore, even though he is a normal boy, the taste of apples is still immersed in this kind of virtuality, and he must not be exposed in reality in love and marriage, and he never gets tired of it. They exchange love tokens with each other on Valentine's Day, they do all kinds of tasks together, and even if nothing happens, they put their game characters in a beautiful scene, stand side by side, and they will drink like alcohol.

When all this was finally about to be faced, and all feelings were destined to turn into ashes, the apple taste panicked, and an indescribable impulse made him suddenly reach out and hug the wild mouse, and then buried his head in the wild mouse's chest.

The wild mouse was really frightened by the taste of the apple, he tried his best to push away the person who was holding him tightly, and ran away, no matter how the taste of the apple called him from behind, he didn't dare to turn back.

I don't know how long I ran, until the lobes of my lungs were about to explode due to lack of oxygen, and the wild rats gasped and stopped. At this moment, his phone rang, and it was Apple Taste that sent him an MMS message.

There are also a few photos in the MMS, and the protagonist of the photo is the taste of apples. The difference is that the taste of apples in the photo is even put on light makeup, his taste is very good, and after putting on light makeup, his originally soft face looks even more ...... Well, beautiful?!

If it weren't for the fact that he had just met him face-to-face and had already determined his identity, the wild mouse would not even be able to tell whether the person in the photo was male or female.

"I've been waiting for you to ask me for photos and even videos with me. I'm sorry, in order to lie to you, I secretly learned makeup, I tried to make my photos look more like a girl, but you never made such a request, I was both relieved and dissatisfied. Today, I can finally send you these photos with confidence. Yes, I lied to you, but ...... This is really not what I want to see. Perhaps, my greatest hope is that our relationship can stay in the network forever without having to transition to reality. ”

Reading the words in the text message over and over again, the wild mouse's mouth was full of bitterness. Ten years ago, when online video was not developed, everyone said that ninety percent of netizens died of seeing the light when they met, but between him and the taste of apples, ten out of ten died of seeing the light.

The next day, the wild mouse took the train back to Taiyuan, and no matter how Lu Zhenzhong tried to extract a confession, he did not confide in any details of the meeting with Apple. But when the wild mouse was bored, he habitually logged in to the online game, and saw the name that was gray because the owner was not there, and an indescribable sense of fear hit the wild mouse's heart in an instant.

The "apple taste" in the network that existed only because of his existence could never reappear when he pushed "her" away.

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