Although he was doubtful, jealous and even cursing a certain man, classmate Zhuang still answered Zhang Na's questions seriously.
Zhang Na is a beauty, and Su Xue is even more so!
Su Xue is the goddess of most of the boys in her class. As for those few boys, they are either addicted to the second dimension or to station B, and they are also members of station B who can post bottom comments.
Zhuang listed one, two, three, four, analyzed and gave examples, and answered in a specific and detailed manner.
However, there are no eggs.
He has never been given a gift by any girl.
So the answer actually did not satisfy Zhang Na. Of course, it also did not satisfy Su Xue.
When breakfast was almost finished, Zhang Na's cell phone dinged.
After taking it and looking at it, Zhang Na was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said to Su Xue: "Xue Xue, there is another video of my boyfriend, let's go up quickly!"
Su Xue hummed.
Two minutes later, the two held hands and walked quickly towards the girls' building.
"Fortunately it's not Su Xue."
Looking at the backs of the two of them, a classmate named Zhuang had a deep look in his eyes, and he felt sorry for Husky, "But, a man-in-law actually wants to chase after you? It's interesting!"
The so-called male god's video is from a Weibo blogger named "Piano Makes Me Not Beautiful" that Zhang Na follows. He posted another Weibo post, which was the same as the previous one, with one sentence and a video.
Zhang Na's mobile phone has very little traffic, only 100 megabytes per month, and even if she had enough traffic, she would not watch this video on her phone.
The phone screen is too small!
"I am just a stone's throw away from you, but you are miles away from me."
Su Xue read this sentence on the top Weibo post displayed on the laptop screen. After reading it, she felt a little dazed.
This is so similar to her current situation!
"Sister Na." Su Xue couldn't help but call Zhang Na, as if asking but not questioning, asking but not questioning, speaking but not speaking, complaining but not complaining.
After reading the same sentence, Zhang Na seemed a little happy or happy and said: "Xuexue, my guess is indeed right, my boyfriend is really young!"
In Su Xue's confusion, she opened a new browser window, typed the words "I am away from you" on the search page, then entered, and then clicked on something casually, signaling Su Xue to look at it.
That's a poem:
You gave birth to me before you were born, and I gave birth to you when you were already old. You hated that I was born late, but I hate that you were born early.
Before you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you and I was already old. I wish I had not given birth to you at the same time, but I have been good to you every day.
I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born. I am far away from you, but you are separated from me by the corner of the ocean.
I was not born before you were born, but I was already old when you were born. I turned into a butterfly to find flowers, and roosted on the fragrant grass every night.
This poem is not long. The most important thing is that the words are very straightforward, and the first few sentences are basically the same. Su Xue read it quickly, and then she said "ah".
She actually knew this poem, but she could only remember the first two sentences, and if she had memorized it, she would definitely not be able to recite it. But looking at it now, she felt that it was extremely familiar, and after reading it,
She also understood what the blogger's words meant.
It's not the end of the world, but the end of the world.
It’s not the end of the world, but “I was born before you were born, but you were born before I was old.”
"How old is the blogger?" Su Xue asked softly.
"It's not written on Weibo." Zhang Na said. This is actually very normal. No woman would disclose her age on the Internet so that everyone can know it at a glance, so their "online age" is basically
All under ten years old!
"But it's about the same as our senior sister who just graduated."
Su Xue nodded.
So, it is possible to be anywhere from twenty-three-four to twenty-six, seven-eight. And the person in the video, it seems, must be much smaller than this!
Zhang Na has already opened the video at this time, and it is still maximized like last time.
Soon, the video started playing.
It’s still the same guzheng, still the same person, still the same hands.
The sound quality of the laptop speaker was not very good, it was a little floaty and a little hollow, but watching the video and listening to the sound, the two girls quickly became intoxicated. And after watching it again, Zhang Na said nothing and said
Clicked play.
After playing it again, after a while, Su Xue said: "He played so well!"
This time, even a layman who knew nothing about it, Su Xue knew that the person in the video played extremely well, because in the second half of the song, the movement of his hand was so fast that it was almost impossible to see, and more importantly
The thing is, the flexibility of each finger is simply incredible.
"Xuexue, I'm done." Zhang Na looked complicated, and her heart was complicated, "I just saw the Peach Blossom Spring."
Su Xue must know about Peach Blossom Land. There is no need to explain, let alone search. In fact, she was very intoxicated just now, but because she had "different feelings" in her heart, she was not as immersed as Zhang Na, and now she listened to this
After saying this, she chuckled a little, and then said: "Sister Na, do you regret it now?"
She was referring to Zhang Na's statement yesterday that she would not pursue the male idol in the video.
"Yes, I regret it," Zhang Na said.
She didn't regret it, but blamed herself. She even doubted whether she was the legendary free-spirited person.
This man.
That man.
Why did she think that this one was her perfect male god when she saw that one, and after seeing this one again, she felt that this one was her perfect male god? Why did the images of the two men match her imagination so much?
One is good at music, and this is her dream and regret.
one……
Yesterday afternoon, the scene in the library appeared in her mind again. At that time, she was passing by the aisle, and the man was sitting there, his fingers gently turning the pages of the book.
At that moment, it seemed to Zhang Na that his fingers were not turning the pages of the book, but touching her heartstrings one after another.
Really, without any exaggeration, she fell in love with just one glance.
I hate that you are not him.
Hate that he is not you.
The poem I had read before still had some residue in my memory, and at this moment, these two sentences passed through Zhang Na's mind. For a moment, Zhang Na's heart was really confused.
And in this mood, she refreshed the page unconsciously.
At this time, it had been almost half an hour since the blogger posted this Weibo. Although it was early morning, there were already many comments on it.
"Blogger, have you seen my private message? Please reply!" This is the comment displayed at the top.
Seeing this comment, Zhang Na remembered that she had also sent a private message to the blogger after seeing the video last week. At this time, she inadvertently looked at the upper right corner, but in fact, there was no need to look at it, there was no new news!
In other words, the blogger did not reply.
But I probably won’t be able to reply, because the last post on Weibo has already been retweeted more than 10,000 times!
It doesn’t seem like a lot, but you know, it’s a video of playing the guzheng! How many people love music in China, and how many of these people follow Weibo for a long time? People who follow Weibo for a long time
Among them, how many...
In short, when calculated layer by layer, this seemingly "not much" amount of forwarding is actually a shocking amount!
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Thanks to "ps" for the recommendation vote.
Thanks to "Luien" for supporting me with monthly tickets. (To be continued.)