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Lin Xun: "You have been watching for twenty minutes."
Lin Xun: "I think you should read it."
"Huh?" Dongjun said lightly, "Not yet."
"Actually, you don't have to watch it," Lin Xun said, "I don't think it makes any sense to watch too much, because it's almost the same."
"Hmm," Dongjun said, "Fortunately, there are many kinds."
Another five minutes passed.
This is the first time that Lin Xun has seen Dongjun's car with the autopilot system on and shuttled at high speed in the city traffic - in order to let Dongjun focus on his Weibo
"Dongjun, Dongjun?" Lin Xun said.
He saw a slight smile on Dong Jun's lips.
Lin Xun continued: "If you see it, I want to hide it... There should be a lot of people watching it on the Internet. I guess it's a social death."
"No." Dongjun said, "They will think you are cute."
"I still think I'm a lemon essence, or a licking dog." Lin Xun said: "Dong, boss. Can you let me go, you will kill me if you look at me again."
Dongjun turned his head to look at him, his eyes were black and white, with a little smile, but it was not gentle, and Lin Xun was a bit squeamish.
"You didn't call me that on Weibo."
Lin Xun: "Then I will call you like I did on Weibo, will you give me your phone back?"
Dongjun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes."
"Male." Lin Xun gave up the treatment and broke the jar: "You are a man, I like you the most, it has been several years, don't look at it."
Dong Jun glanced at him lightly, then turned back and scrolled down Weibo with no expression on his face.
How could this man go back on his word.
Lin Xun gritted his teeth at that time, and leaned over there: "You agreed to give it to me."
Dongjun didn't lift his head: "It's not that name."
What is that called.
Lin Xun thought about it for a while, and the whole person seemed to be put on a barbecue, and the fire started to be roasted.
When he called Dongjun, the commonly used name was Dongjun, the two men, and anything else...then only "husband".
Lin Xun: "..."
He fidgets.
I really want to get my phone back.
But shouting is really not shouting.
In the end, I could only hold the pointer in my arms and start to empty my mind, forgetting everything that happened today.
Can't let go.
After a minute of silence, I heard Dongjun say: "You can also look at me."
Your
Lin Xun took Dongjun's mobile phone. It was silver, with a very thin body, but it was quite heavy, and there was no leather cover. The cool texture of the metal was obvious.
The lock screen opens automatically, the desktop background is the back of the pointer, and a snow-white tail is slightly curled.
And there's nothing good about it.
There are only a few applications on Dongjun's mobile phone, as well as a few products of Galaxy, and nothing entertainment is installed. If he looked at the communication records, he was afraid that he would not be able to explain what commercial secrets he saw - Weibo had to be imported from the web page.
Fortunately, it is automatically logged in.
But Dongjun's account has nothing to see except for the crazy praise of wife fans and technical fans in the comment area. There are only two Weibo, and one of them is also related to Lo - he doesn't want to see it at all.
That microblog from many years ago - "Lo asked me why I look at the stars. I think the galaxy and the code are the same thing, and this is also an answer." It's almost like a love sentence.
Lin Xun turned his head and glanced at Dong Jun, who was concentrating on flipping through his Weibo, and for a while he was wicked. He searched for his id in the search bar and clicked Follow.
point, he started to scan the hot search.
After Madam Butterfly's clarification Weibo came out, another group of people ended up.
who is the lady
The queen of three golden shadows, a noble girl with a cold and seductive temperament, the most representative role is a demon concubine who is a disaster for the lords of the beacon show. In recent years, there has been a slight trend of turning to the background. She is a senior in the entertainment industry. In addition to being soft, there are many male fans.
Now, the rumored topic of an 18-line singing and dancing artist and an unknown small vase has even attracted her to speak in person, and the water is even more muddy.
I saw that in the comments below Weibo, three groups of people competed for the popular position.
A group of fans of Mrs. is accusing and criticizing, saying some clichés asking everyone to calm down.
A group of fans of Qi Yun were accusing and criticizing, saying some clichés to thank the wife for clarification.
A wave of wife fans are asking, what is the origin of this little friend who let the wife end in person.
The situation was very chaotic for a while, and Lin Xun didn't understand their operation.
The top Weibo is also a wife fan, with an unbelievable tone.
"I flipped through Weibo, he is... got it for real?"
Then another: "I drink sulfuric acid."
Lin Xun thought for a while, the sentence "I drink sulfuric acid" should be an advanced version of "I eat lemons".
No, life is the most important thing.
This is followed by the production of sulfuric acid.
"Sulfur is ignited in oxygen to obtain sulfur dioxide, poured into hydrogen peroxide to obtain sulfuric acid, distilled and concentrated, have the sisters learned?"
The next one is the boss lady.
Lin Xun clicked in.
The proprietress's tone came out from the text, and she seemed to be a little tired.
"I'm crying, why is he chasing men more real than me???"
But the proprietress did not admit defeat.
"I don't agree, everyone is chasing men together, why is he in the upper position? Blame me for having the wrong gender?"
Lin Xun said that if you can write a beautiful algorithm, you can give it a try, but I'm afraid it's still not as good as mine, and in the end I have everything I need.
Of course someone found out who he was.
"It's not someone from the entertainment industry, but a programmer???"
"Looking at how good the technology looks, is this the first to get the moon near the water? I hate that I chose the wrong major, otherwise the child will be me today."
"I care about his hairline."
"Does anyone in the industry know what this person is from? Seeing that he can't run the program all day and late at night, is he a parallel importer?"
"Will the man still adjust the program for him? I'm sour, I'm completely sour, I cry, and my tears cry like the Pacific Ocean flows around the five continents with the ocean currents to the Antarctic and turns into ice cubes."
The whole topic was filled with similar howls, and the air was filled with the smell of concentrated lemons. Occasionally, one or two programmers' technical fans appeared, saying, "You should not pay too much attention to men's private lives", but they were quickly followed by his wife's fans, "I It's not that men are not allowed to fall in love, I'm just uneasy, I'm sour, I'm sour." The howl is suppressed, just like a programmer who is not good at words always loses in a debate with a product manager who is rambunctious. In the end, they could only comfort one or two words palely: "I look good at children." "Straight men think they look good."
Occasionally there will be one or two inconspicuous "Why do I feel a little familiar?"
Lin Xun thought to himself that he had disappeared for too long. Back then, his name could also be suffixed with the character "".
It's also normal. In this line of new people replacing old people, if there is no news for a period of time, it will sink to the bottom in the big waves.
He brushed aimlessly, and as far as he could see, there was chaos.
But seeing the grief of his wife fans everywhere, he actually felt two words.
hapiness.
Even if Weibo was publicly executed, it couldn't hide the joy.
It can be seen that the vanity of human beings has been vividly reflected at this moment.
But when he looked up at Dongjun, he felt happy and happy, and the execution was still to be executed.
He said that there are thousands of Weibo posts. As for when it started - it seems... It's been a long time, a long time.
Just as he was happily and painfully browsing Weibo, the surrounding scenery gradually became familiar. He found that Dongjun did not take him to a different place to eat, but went straight back to his residence.
Dongjun got out of the car, he followed, and the pointer followed.
In the process of following, he swiped to an acquaintance's Weibo.
A senior sister named Ye Yuan.
It is a senior sister from the Department of Mathematics. He is very impressed, because this senior sister has excellent grades, but her dream is different. She does not want to be a mathematician, but wants to become a popular science worker.
There was an activity during the summer vacation that year. He and his senior sister went to the mathematics institute to do chores. There is one kind of visitor, the uncle of the guard at the Institute of Mathematics is already familiar - the middle-aged uncle holding a few scraps of paper, claiming that this is his amazing work, using several formulas of elementary mathematics to prove Fermat's Last Theorem, which will overturn the present. Some, useless, and stagnant mathematical systems require meeting with academicians.
The guards are familiar with them and start to drive them away. It is said that the guards of these basic science institutes have become accustomed to such people. The guards of the Institute of Physics can even joke that there is a certain master who claims that meat is composed of meat atoms, which is nonsense. laugh.
At this time, the senior sister will come forward and explain to these folk scientists that the proof of Fermat's Last Theorem must be based on strict modern mathematical logic. Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot be challenged by simple elementary mathematics, which also involves...
— But things like science popularization, like Buddhism, are only for those who are destined to do so. Senior sister's statement did not impress him, he even became furious, refuting senior sister as a slave of science, and his thinking had become rigid. Of course, in the end, the uncle of the guard with an electric baton finally expelled him.
At that time, Lin Xun persuaded senior sister not to talk too much, which was inexplicable.
Senior Sister sighed and said, but I want more people to understand science and scientific methods. It is credible because its system is rigorous, it is not a castle in the air, and it can stand the test of time. My dream is that one day when an old man and an old lady are being promoted for health care products, the first reaction is to check the papers to see if there is any data and theoretical support.
Lin Xun said that my dream is to change the world in a trivial way.
Sister said it's like an automatic driving system
Lin Xun said it was about the same.
Senior sister said, come on, wait for your good news.
Later, my sister went to a related profession and worked hard to realize her dream. At the same time, her social accounts on various platforms are also flourishing. She is a popular science blogger with millions of fans. She is at the forefront of online science popularization and rumor refutation, and her fans are also numerous.
The senior sisters with countless fans probably couldn't bear to see all kinds of outrageous speculations about his identity.
She turned to the algorithm inspiration that Lin Xun wrote down.
Ye Yuan - The Zeroth Law: I haven't seen you for many years, Xun.
Lin Xun's eyes were hot.
At this moment, he and Dongjun walked into the door.
One hand took away the phone, but not far.
He saw Dongjun like this Weibo.
It seemed to be a very random move, but it was like a drum beat that happened to fall at the key point, which made Lin Xun's heart move.
Then, Dong Jun put it away, and returned Lin Xun's phone to him. The interface stopped at the first Weibo—
"I started liking Dongjun today."
Lin Xun took it and looked up at Dongjun.
He blinked and asked softly, "So you're not angry anymore?"
Dong Jun didn't answer yet, but Lin Xun felt that he had succeeded in surviving.
- In the end, I chose to expose my own size, just to prevent the man from being unhappy.
If Dongjun is really unhappy, show him his Weibo over the past few years. There may be some scheming in this move, but these years, his "male" and "like" have been sincere—let alone this. What is the composition of "likes"
He didn't wait for an answer.
Because the next moment, he was pressed on the sofa on the spot.