Song Mo held his mobile phone and browsed the chat history.

She was a little incomprehensible to herself.

How did she type these words?

This is like a purple-haired burial man, middle-aged, married father of two children, one day suddenly turned out the previous non-mainstream speech by his own baby, and read it in a tone of tone under the national flag in front of the whole family.

At that moment, I was so embarrassed that I felt that there were not enough cracks in the ground, and I had to find a tunnel to get into.

"Brother Xing, can you delete the chat history." Song Mo took his mobile phone and pleaded.

She could pick out a suite with every toe she saw, and by the time she swiped the latest one, a community had already been built on the soles of her feet.

She couldn't tolerate that she had such evidence of black history left in this world.

"Why? This is my phone, if you want to delete it or keep it, you should ask my opinion. Fang Xing moved a little closer.

"You don't want to stay, do you?"

"Can't you stay as a memorial?"

Song Mo was really silent.

Do you still need to commemorate such a second class speech?

Well, if you don't delete it, you won't delete it, and Fang Xing's character won't make a big deal about these chat records.

"It's okay if you don't delete it, but you tell me first, when did you like me."

"Don't say it." Fang Xing's attitude was tough.

"Then delete the chat history."

"Nope." Fang Xing still insisted.

"So resolute?" Song Mo suddenly had a ghost idea, "Believe it or not, I tickle you?" ”

Just as she stretched out her sinful claws to Fang Xing, there was the sound of footsteps behind her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come at the right time." Fang Meng always had the feeling of disturbing other people's couple interactions.

Fang woke up as if he had been pardoned.

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"Sister, why did you come here suddenly?"

Fang Meng explained, "Come and hide from you, don't you mind if I bring my friends over?" ”

"Friends?" Fang Xing stared at the person.

Lu Zhengwei, who was dressed in simple clothes, walked over and took off his mask, "Excuse me." ”

Fang Xing smiled, "No, don't bother." ”

Friends, boyfriends, right?

"Well, the tea looks a little cold, I'll go change the pot." Lu Zhengwei smiled.

He felt that going to someone else's house to borrow it was already a trouble for others, and he had to help with something.

That's politeness.

"No, I'll do it." Fang Xing reached out and was about to touch the kettle.

I didn't want to touch the kettle with his hand, but it seemed to be empty, and in the blink of an eye, the kettle had reached Lu Zhengwei's hand.

He withdrew his hand, always feeling a little strange.

It's very similar to the state that some people with abilities will exhibit, similar to the abilities of Ms. Shujun and some psychic abilities.

With this doubt in mind, he was going to go back and apply for an instrument to check it out.

November 12 passed.

Song Mo returned to campus life.

After class one day.

She carried an electric guitar on her back and rode her bike through the campus.

After getting out of the car, she glanced at her phone and found the place.

As a top university in China, Teikyo University invites some industry leaders to give lectures from time to time.

Today, I invited Mr. Qu Qingsheng, a big man in the music circle, to explain the content of "the history and cultural connotation of traditional musical instruments in the Central Plains of Great Xia".

"I'm sorry to let me go." Song Mo pushed away the crowd, protected the guitar on his back, and slowly moved forward.

She had experienced the pain of crowding in the morning rush hour.

"Ahhh

"Shanbao's set today is really beautiful to a new height!"

The crowd was surging, but it never retreated, just blocking the entrance, surrounded by water, just to take pictures of the people by the door.

Song Mo felt that the figure was too familiar.

Damn, why is there Wang Baoshan everywhere?

"Don't push, be orderly." Wang Baoshan smiled and reminded everyone, "When it's cold, don't stand outside for too long." ”

She cares about her fans, and the fans suddenly became even crazier.

"We listen to Shanbao!" Everyone said in unison.

What's more, he raised the support card in his hand and shook it.

It's a perfect interpretation of being both right and standing.

The crowd writhed violently, and Song Mo was squeezed in the middle and was hit by an unknown person.

She looked at her watch, there were still ten minutes left before the start of the speech, and she couldn't delay any longer.

"I'm sorry to let me go." She struggled to push through the crowd and walked to the middle.

Immediately, some fans were dissatisfied.

"Who are you, don't come near my Shanbao, you must be trying to harm her!"

Song Mo rolled his eyes inwardly.

This is obviously a little girl who has not been poisoned by homework.

She walked to the middle and gently pushed Wang Baoshan, "I'm sorry, I borrowed it." ”

"She pushed Shanbao! She pushed Shanbao! ”

"It's too much, Shanbao is so weak, she actually pushed her!"

Song Mo ignored the shouts behind him.

If you say it hard, Wang Baoshan himself has no problem, but the fans are too paranoid, and sooner or later she will cause trouble.

Along the seat, she found someone.

"Teacher Dai."

"You're here, I'll ask you to come to the lecture on my own initiative, if you feel bored, you can still sleep." Dai Yuexi turned to the side, "This is my friend, Lu Nanwang, she ......"

It just so happened that Song Mo could be introduced to her friend as a student.

"Well, we know each other." Lu Nanwang interrupted in embarrassment.

The scene became awkward because of this sentence.

"Xiao Wang! Why didn't you say this kind of thing earlier! Dai Yuexi pinched her face.

The person who was pinched in the face explained incoherently, "Woo woo woo woye only recognized each other when he was drunk......

Let people pinch their faces and rub their faces for a long time, and when they were discouraged, Lu Nanwang reintroduced, "She is TAboo spicy." ”

Dai Yuexi suddenly felt that these three positions had become Shura.

It is worthy of the tower and moon triangle that netizens said.

Wang Baoshan posed outside for a while, then said goodbye to the enthusiastic and lovely fans, entered the auditorium, and found a place to sit.

She came to see this old man today.

Qu Lao is an old artist who is more active on the Internet today, and from time to time he posts small videos on his account to popularize music knowledge with netizens.

The time was just right, and the elderly woman on the stage came on stage with a smile, "Hello everyone, let me introduce myself first, I am Qu Qingsheng......"

Her voice is calm and soft, with a soft and strong bearing, which makes people feel more intimate when they listen to it, just like the grandmother who lives next door to the house and gives apples to her children.

“…… We know that the Seven Kings usurped the throne of the Son of Heaven and established themselves as kings, and at this time, they began to pay attention to etiquette, starting from the musical instruments, they have begun to move closer to the etiquette of the Son of Heaven......"

It was about the woman's voice that sounded comfortable, and Song Mo did not feel sleepy.

Little did she know that a storm was brewing on the Internet at this moment.

Pigeon: I finally wrote about the new love and the old love Shura field!

Silent:???

Wang: Huh?

Xi: At most, this is an offline party, not a Shura field, right?