Long years (137)

Qingping thought about finding a reliable lawyer and other things. But Qingning had completely different ideas from hers. She said directly: "I'll go to Yan'an with me another day. His father is at the Beijing Cultural Bureau."

I have been a bureau chief and have many old connections. Tell Yan Yan and he will come forward to give me a call. Please also leave your contact information. If you really wait for someone to contact you again, meet first. No need to talk about the specifics. We will talk about it later.

I’ve visited everyone who needs to be visited, and then I’ll go back to the director.”

You don't need to know anything about the market. If you lend him some courage, he won't dare to fool you.

I waited for the director to contact me before going to visit, just to be prepared in case the other party changed his mind midway, and then he didn't take the initiative to contact me, but he found a background for the relationship, which looked frivolous and unseemly.

When she said this, Qingping himself was stunned.

Their thinking patterns are different. Qingning can turn the complex into simplicity. She has the confidence, but she does not.

After hanging up the phone, Qingning thought this was good news, left the room, and knocked on Qingyuan's room door: "Can you come in?"

"Come in." It's very concise.

Then the door opened and the song overflowed. "...My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe...I can't find any traces you left...I can see you helplessly...but I can't do anything...let you disappear at the end of the world...Look for

No reason to be strong...I can no longer feel your tenderness..."

Qingning was surprised: "Why do you have time to watch movies?"

He sang this song before class and hummed along to himself. If it hadn't been recommended by netizens, he would have almost missed a good movie.

He pressed pause and asked his sister: "What's wrong?" Can't we invite people to watch movies?

Qing Ning pointed to the screen: "Maybe in the future, I can also read eldest sister's works on it..."

What's the meaning?

"I don't know where I published the Messenger of God, but it was spotted by the director." Qingning went in and sat down, indicating to Qingyuan that he could click on it and continue watching.

Doubts flashed across Qingyuan's eyes: "Messenger of God?" I have actually heard of this name.

But I didn’t say anything, just clicked the mouse and continued.

The scene where Onion Tou gets into the car going to the cemetery was actually quite watchable.

In fact, the movie was quite touching. If it weren't for the old lady sitting next to him, he would have shed tears.

Then an hour later, the movie ended. The onions disappeared at the end of the night sky filled with meteor showers.

Qingyuan sniffed: "It's over..." He looked at his sister: "Aren't you touched?" Aren't girls supposed to cry and be unable to restrain themselves?

Qingning scratched his head, with a serious look on his face, "Let me ask you a question."

Qingyuan nodded: "Ask."

Qing Ning touched his face and said, "Say, when Onion comes back and sees the light again, if the Qiu Nan he sees is not a beautiful girl, but a short, fat man with a face full of freckles, a mouth with big yellow teeth... and the following...

A story? What will Onion do in these last five days? Accompany the girl he misses so much?"

Qingyuan stared at his sister in stunned silence. He couldn't imagine how he could not imagine sharing his thoughts after watching the movie with her.

Are you looking for fault?

What kind of weird brain circuit is this?!

His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, and in the end he only said: "Go slowly and don't send me away!"

What a terrible sight!

Qingning glanced at the computer screen, looked at the flashing penguin, and chuckled: "Your sister is telling the truth." After saying that, she got up and left, closing the door behind her.

The moment the person disappeared, Qingyuan clearly heard his sister's voice coming in. She said: "Good night, Frog Prince!"

What to call me?

Qingyuan stared at the closed door, grabbed the pillow at hand and threw it over, "Mom, look at my sister, why is she so annoying."

How did she know her online name?

I didn’t add her as a friend on qq.

He must have sneaked in while he wasn't paying attention. Is there anything wrong with him at home?

You need to set a password for the computer. You can't use things like birthdays, phone numbers, and mobile numbers. You have to think of something she doesn't know.

The penguin kept flashing, and he clicked it with a smile.

Shadow in the Moonlight: Why don’t you speak?

Shadow in the Moonlight: You won’t really watch the movies I recommend, will you?

Shadow in the Moonlight: Let me watch it too and accompany you! Watch it again.

Qingyuan couldn't help but chuckle and put his hands on the keyboard.

Frog Prince: Look! It’s time for you to finish reading it. It’s very touching, but my sister is too embarrassed to shed tears.

Frog Prince: But it feels so good that you can watch it with me.

Frog Prince: You won’t cry again if you watch it again, right? This is really my sin.

Shadow in the Moonlight: Why are you typing so fast? I can only type with two fingers.

Frog Prince: Hahahaha... practice makes perfect, the more you fight, the faster you will be.

There was no reply from the other side for a long time, and it kept showing up in the input.

He opened the math exercise book and did a fill-in-the-blank question before the other party responded.

Shadow in the Moonlight: No! You are so familiar with typing... Could it be that you are my brother who studies computer science in college? I have always been curious about how old you are... Can I ask?

Frog Prince: It’s in my profile. Didn’t you see it? If I guessed correctly, you should be a sophomore in high school like me. Your home is in Beijing. I’ve seen your profile.

Shadow in the Moonlight: Ah? Can I check the information? How?

Qingyuan couldn't help but chuckle.

Then his face stiffened for a moment, and he remembered the annoying question his elder sister had just asked: What would the story be like if Onion Tou saw someone other than the beautiful Akio?

The blind and mute Onion didn't know what Qiu Nan looked like when he fell in love with Qiu Nan.

This is actually the same as the face hidden behind the Internet. No one knows what it looks like. As for the information, everyone is used to filling in the true content, but what if they don’t realize it? What if the information is false?

Woolen cloth?

This cannot be used for real-name authentication.

So, the risk is still very high.

For example, right now, he is having a good chat with the shadow in the moonlight, but if this girl is taller...asking himself, can he have no obstacles in his heart?

It can't be done!

It's okay to be friends, it's okay to be a girlfriend...

Okay! It’s wrong to think so.

It's actually not very reliable to find a girl you don't know well and can't get along with as your girlfriend.

Shadow in the moonlight: I see it!

Shadow in the Moonlight: I'm so stupid, I didn't know I could do this.

Shadow in the Moonlight: Why don't you speak?

Frog Prince: Don’t trust anyone easily, especially on the Internet. Have you ever thought that this information of mine may be false, deliberately trying to trick you?

Shadow in the moonlight:?????????

Frog Prince: I mean if I were a bad person, you would be in trouble.

Shadow in the Moonlight: No! I trust my intuition, you must be a good person.

Frog prince:…………

Frog Prince:Okay.

Frog Prince: You mentioned the messenger of God you saw last time. Where did you see it?

Shadow in the moonlight: under the tree.

Frog Prince: I'll go check it out. It's getting late and I'm going offline. Let's chat when we have time.

Click 'x' neatly, and then take a deep breath. You are not going to go online again during this period of time. Habits are a terrible thing. Get used to chatting for a while every day, otherwise it will always seem like you have nothing to do. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it.

I didn’t say anything substantive, but I really felt like I was following a demon. This state is wrong and needs to be adjusted.

After turning off the computer, the door was pushed open, which startled Qingyuan, "Mom, why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"

Lin Yutong looked around: "I just took a shower. Your dad said he heard you calling me. I thought you were waiting. What's wrong?"

Was there any barking?

It seems so.

But suddenly I didn’t want to file a complaint, and it would be useless to file a complaint.

He asked: "When I came back, I saw that the room at the door had been tidied up. Who lives in it?"
To be continued...