Some things seem normal, but if you think about them deeply, you will find that those things are not so simple.

South Vancouver isn't everything, but it's always interesting to look it up, because it doesn't mean that all that boring time can be consumed?

South Vancouver can indeed be regarded as boring, after all, the only thing you can do on weekdays is to do some things that you don't like too much on this campus, although you don't mind wasting your time on these things.

Nan Jingran left, maybe he went out to deal with work matters, Nan Wen didn't ask but didn't go back to that home, because it was too lonely to live in such a big house alone, and it didn't make much sense for someone who couldn't let him go back to go back.

Nan Wen turned on the lights in the bedroom and turned on the computer, and around Nan Wen were all kinds of equipment that looked a little cluttered at a glance.

At first glance, it may seem a bit chaotic, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a great pattern in the placement of these things.

And this law is also related to the habits of the owner, and it is also related to the position where these things should be stayed.

Nan Wen casually picked up the paintbrush that seemed to have been placed in the corner of the table by himself a few days ago, habitually turned the pen in his hand, and then put it back in place.

logged on to the Weibo account, and the private messages in the lower right corner have reached 999+.

looked at them one by one, and finally posted a Weibo.

The paintbrush that was placed on the corner of the table just now, as well as some table sundries that stubbornly entered.

Share a picture.

A simple four words and a most ordinary everyday photo.

But at the moment it was sent, there were already hundreds of comments forwarded.

Although the words vary, most of them are happy.

South Vancouver's daily life is really boring enough, but there are always some things I like, those things that can be called hobbies, and I am willing to share them with everyone.

Whether it's the most ordinary thing drawn by a brush and paper or a certain song written on a whim, it will always be sent out by this Weibo that no one knows in real life.

Of course, it is not only Weibo that will be issued, but also the country after the wall. Border. Social software will also be sent out synchronously.

But they all have the same characteristic.

Nobody knows.

It is true that Nanwen has his own account, but he will not tell anyone what he will post on the account, and the reason why he does this seems to be just to let himself have the most peaceful little world.

These unnamed people are not so much fans as friends with common hobbies.

Even if I don't know each other's names, I don't know each other's personalities, and I don't know what each other looks like, but they have a very important fate, and they also have the same favorite things.

Somewhere thousands of miles away.

It was dim, and it seemed that everywhere was full of extreme danger, but I didn't know where it was.

"Tsk, just a pen? What does that mean exactly? She's having a convulsion? ”

None of the people in the room dared to answer this question, because no matter how they answered, they would surely die.

The man who was hidden in the darkness, but the silver mask on his face shone with a cold silver light, spoke.

"I don't know, do you need to ask?"