On the morning of the first day of the new year, when most people were still immersed in their dreamland, the online distribution circle had already exploded for several rounds.
#Sound moving Jiuxiao song party#
#wangqingyun#
#王青云Receive sound#
#if you are gay#
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Related entries rushed to the hot search list, although only the last few, but among many related tags with full of flavor, these entries are unusual at first glance.
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At nine o'clock in the morning, the curtains were closed in the dark boys' dormitory, and the snoring sounded one after another. Those who didn't know it thought that they had entered the pigsty by mistake.
Xiang Guai couldn't sleep, got out of bed in the dark, washed and dressed lightly. In fact, even if his hands and feet were heavier, it wouldn't disturb the rest of the other three's sleep.
Last night, Xiang Gu's three temporary roommates went to the school's computer room to play online games all night to "welcome" the Spring Festival. It wasn't until the sky was bright that the three of them stumbled back to the bedroom. They kicked off their shoes and fell asleep as soon as they climbed into the bed. The noise they made also woke up the sleepy Xiang Gu.
... Said to be a light sleep, but Xiang Guess actually didn't know who he was.
His routine has always been regular, but last night he was lying in bed and closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep as usual.
He was like a butterfly fascinated by candlelight, flying towards the bright place, but crashed into the net in a daze. This net is woven by the ignorant love of the young man, he can't get out of trouble, and he doesn't want to get out of trouble.
Wang Qingyun's voice, Wang Qingyun's gentleness, everything about Wang Qingyun... Xiang guessed that he would also lose his mind and fall into online dating in a daze, and the most ridiculous thing was that he knew almost nothing about Wang Qingyun's true identity.
But so what
He fell in love with Wang Qingyun; he fell in love with a symbol, a symbol on the other side of the Internet; his gender was male, and the object of his infatuation was also a man—
He wants to tell the world: he - love - love -! !
He threw himself into this love that only he participated in, his heart was pounding, he was willing to stand on tiptoes and dance only in the palm of a man, and he was also willing to turn into a nightingale and be at the head of a man's bed singing.
Xiang guessed that this was love.
He was surprised, he was confused. He wept for it, and rejoiced for it. He suddenly understood why the mermaid princess was willing to give up her legs for the human prince, and how Esmeralda made Quasimodo fall in love with her.
Because this is a secret love that belongs to him alone.
He tossed and turned, and stayed up all night. He carefully read all the chat records between Wang Qingyun and him from beginning to end. Every time he read a sentence, his thoughts returned to that time, and he re-experienced happiness and tension.
It was like there was a volcano in his body, and it was in dire need of eruption.
He stayed awake for a whole night like this, until dawn, he couldn't wait to get out of bed and ran to the practice room.
He sang and danced freely.
He was so happy and so sad.
He wanted to share his joy and tears with everyone in the world, but he was afraid that the sound would disturb that charming dream.
He was sweating in front of the mirror, and finally lost his strength and fell to the ground sweating.
He lay there in large shape, staring blankly at the lights on the ceiling.
Because of the non-stop dancing, his feet hurt unbearably, and his throat was hoarse from singing, but he felt very happy.
Is there anything in this world that can express happiness more than a song or a dance
there is none left.
He smiled, but inexplicably burst into tears.
He thought that the little mermaid had human legs, so what, it eventually vanished and disappeared where the prince could not see. Quasimodo eventually lost Esmeralda, and that enthusiastic gypsy inspired him to become the final sound of his tragic life.
It turns out that secret love is like this, when the other party doesn't know it, in the corner that the other party doesn't know, they suffer for it.
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In the empty classroom, a bell rang. Xiang Guai listened dully, and after a long time, he slowly got up, ran to the corner and pulled out the phone under his clothes.
On the screen, the name of Miracle Girl danced.
Xiang Guai wiped away his tears, put on a smile, and connected the video call.
"Xiang Gu! Happy Chinese New Year!!" The girl's chubby bun face appeared on the other side of the screen, she tilted her head cutely, and she had a layer of delicate makeup on her face. I saw her holding the phone in one hand and clenching her fist on her cheek with the other, swinging it up and down like a lucky cat. "Gong Xi Fa Cai, bring the red envelope!!"
Her smile was contagious, and when she smiled, Xiang Guai then laughed too.
"Happy Spring Festival." The boy said, "On the first day of the new year, I thought you would sleep until you wake up naturally."
"No way, I want to go to my relatives. My mother pulled me out of bed early in the morning!" She used the word "pull", which was vivid, and Xiang Gu couldn't help being happy when she thought of that scene.
"By the way! I listened to the song meeting yesterday!" Qi Ji said in surprise, "Why didn't you tell me that the person who sang with you was the Great God Wang Qingyun!" She said angrily, "When did you become so familiar with the Great God? Come on, do you know that this morning's hot search was all about him, although he came down after a while, but it was also a hot search!!"
Hearing the name that made his heart skip a beat from his friend's mouth, Xiang Gu felt that his palms began to sweat uncontrollably.
"Master Yun is very good..." He said stiffly, "We are in a club. There was a radio drama before. I sang the theme song, and he dubbed a character."
He tried to answer with the simplest words, afraid that if he said a few more words, he would reveal his thoughts in front of the girl.
"Wait!" Qi Ji suddenly widened her eyes, wishing she could put her eyes on the screen, "Xiang Guess, how are you... how are you... "
Xiang Gues rubbed his eyes in a panic, for fear that his friends would see that he had just cried.
Fortunately, the girl did not notice the unnatural look on his face. She panicked and shouted, "It's ten thirty in the morning on the first day of the new year! Even if you don't stay in bed, you don't need to go to the dance classroom to practice!"
It turned out that through the small screen of her mobile phone, she saw the familiar practice room behind Xiang Guai.
It was horrible, it was horrible! She thought, Xiang Guess why this Yazi, when she was celebrating the Spring Festival, he was actually practicing hard!
"..." Xiang Guai was at a loss for words, how could Qi Ji's two sentences in a row just happened to step on something he was embarrassed to face? He couldn't tell his friends that he went to the dance classroom to vent his energy because he found out that he liked Wang Qingyun.
He didn't know how to explain it, so he could only be vague.
He racked his brains and quickly changed the subject: "Qi Ji, are you wearing your national costume? It's so beautiful."
The silly girl Qi Ji was really distracted, she happily put her phone on the table, took two steps back, and began to show off her long skirt.
Every Spring Festival, she and her sisters and sisters will wear beautiful and grand Korean costumes, comb their hair and make up. Her skin is very white, and the brightly colored long dress is over her body, which makes her as beautiful as a Jindalee flower.
She turned a few times in front of the camera and asked Xiang Guess shyly if it looked good.
Guess it looks good.
Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, no matter what they wear, have a natural vigor, and they are naturally the best.
The two were talking when another person suddenly broke into the camera.
It was a girl who looked somewhat similar to Qi Ji, with a round face and chubby eyes. She looked like she was in her early twenties, and she was also wearing a grand national costume. She squeezed into the camera, with a teasing smile on her face, Qi Ji wanted to push her away, but she held her tightly in her arms instead. The two of them were speaking in incomprehensible Korean, and they seemed to be in a good relationship with each other.
"Hello, are you Xiang Gu?" The young woman changed back to Chinese, "I always hear my sister mention you! Say you are handsome, good grades, and a famous ballet prince in school!"
Xiang Guai called out obediently, "Hello, Sister Jin."
He had heard Qi Ji mentioned before that she had a biological sister who stayed in Korea to work after studying in Korea. It seemed that she was this young girl.
"Thank you, handsome boy, my sister is usually taken care of by you, right?" Sister Jin's tone was kind. Qi Ji in her arms wanted to say something, but unfortunately Sister Jin was very "violent", pinching her sister's head under her elbow, and covering her mouth with one hand. Qi Ji struggled hard, but unfortunately, all her tricks were resolved one by one by her own sister.
Xiang Chai is an only child, and is not close to his relatives and peers. It was the first time he saw such slapstick relatives and sisters, and he really didn't know whether to be afraid or envious.
"... We are at the same table, and we have always taken care of each other." Xiang Guess, he helped her to press her legs, and she gave him dried fish. Is this considered to be taking care of each other
"It's very good." Sister Jin rolled her round eyes and suddenly asked a straightforward question that was irrelevant. "Little brother, you are so good, there must be many girls who like you, right? You talk about friends. Yet?"
Xiang Guai was stunned, but he didn't expect that he would be asked such a thing by the elder who met for the first time when he was only seventeen years old.
Qi Ji in Sister Jin's arms suddenly burst out with a mysterious force, and suddenly broke free from under her sister's elbow. The originally white and tender face was already flushed red, and even her meticulously combed hair was loose.
She yelled: "Xiang Guai, don't listen to my sister's nonsense!!!"
But at the same time, the boy replied shyly: "...I have someone I like."
Sister Jin: "..."
Qi Ji: "..."
The two sisters suddenly became quiet at the same time, and an inexplicable sense of embarrassment flowed across the screen.
Xiang Guess didn't expect that his answer would lead to this effect. He asked stupidly, "What's wrong?"
Qi Ji didn't speak, the redness on her face faded very quickly.
Sister Jin glanced at her sister, her lips moved, she wanted to say something, but finally she raised her hand and touched her head.
Qi Ji asked: "Xiang Guai, you..." Her slender eyebrows knit together, and after a long time, she asked, "... Is the person you like in our class? Is it the life committee member? Or the party secretary?... No , she should be the representative of the Chinese class, she has good grades in professional courses and looks good."
"Ah?" Xiang Chai shook his head, "How did you guess where it was. I haven't said a few words to the two of them."
Across the screen, he looked at his deskmate's eyes as if covered with a layer of fog, and unknowingly told the truth: "The person I like is... I met on the Internet." He vaguely said.
"Online dating?!!!" Qi Ji exclaimed, and then—the screen went black with a snap, and she hung up the video call.
Xiang Guess: "???"
Three minutes later, Qi Ji sent a string of content with three lines of exclamation marks.
Miracle Girl: [Share - "Internet Police Remind You: Beware of Online Dating Scams, Behind the Pure Tea-picking Girl is actually..."]
Miracle Girl: Online dating is all fake! ! ! ! ! !
Miracle Girl: Who knows if there is an obese, bald, and unshaven middle-aged man on the other side of the Internet? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! !
guess: ...
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After a 12-hour time difference, when the people of the motherland had already climbed up from their warm blankets and were ready to eat lunch, the Chinese people in the United States on the other side of the ocean were still celebrating New Year's Eve.
In Shang Xiaorui's apartment, more than a dozen international students sat around the long table lively, competing for the last meatball in the hot pot.
"Buy less, buy less!!" George slumped on the seat, holding his stomach that was only six cents full, and complained, "I never thought that the lamb slices in Chinese supermarkets would be so popular, I worked so hard to get it from auntie's. I grabbed five boxes in my hand, and I was scratched twice. As a result, these five boxes were scooped up without even seeing the shadow!"
"Okay, save some money for your girlfriend." Tan Yiming, who was sitting across from him, kicked him, "The bonus is only a little bit, so it's all eaten up after this meal."
Just a few days before the Spring Festival, Shang Xiaorui signed up for the National College Student Animation Grand Prix, and her "Slow Voice" won the second prize! ! The first place is a cyberpunk work. The plot is fascinating and the picture is very mature. Shang Xiaorui was convinced that he lost without any complaints.
At the awards ceremony, the judges gave good praise to this work full of Chinese style, especially the dubbing and soundtrack, and got high scores, which made this work stand out and beat other competitors. Got the second prize.
Before the bonus was hot, Xiaorui decided to take out the money to celebrate. So she gathered all her friends on New Year's Eve and had a lively hot pot meal.
The small living room was crowded, with a dozen people sitting around, and some people needed to stand to eat.
It's a pity that Xiaorui misestimated everyone's appetite, and bought less drinks, wine, meat, and vegetables. By the end, the bowls were clean and everyone was not full.
Shang Xiaorui was embarrassed: "That... Otherwise, I'll order a few more pizzas." On New Year's Eve, a group of Chinese people gathered around to eat pizza, which made those who heard it sad and those who saw it wept.
"No need." At this moment, Yao Yin, who was sitting at the other end of the table, held up his phone and shook it, "An hour ago, I ordered ten two-pound crayfish from a nearby Chinese restaurant, and they were a little spicy. Fried seafood, barbecue, etc. should be enough."
"Huh?" Tan Yiming was a little surprised. Because just now, he also wanted to order some takeaways from that Chinese restaurant, but the operator said that because New Year's Eve was so hot, they couldn't even dine in and couldn't deliver takeaways.
Yao Yin leaned on the back of the chair and said lightly, "They don't deliver food, not because they are too busy, but because of the time cost of making takeaway orders, enough for them to earn two or three tickets for dine-in—as long as the Make up the price difference, of course they are happy to send it."
To put it more bluntly, it is more money, more money, more money! When three times the price goes down, which restaurant is reluctant to deliver takeout
"Long live Brother Yao!" George raised his hands carelessly, "Long live the crayfish!! Long live the spicy fried clams!! Long live the grilled chicken wings!!"
Starting from him, the whole house was suddenly plunged into a wave of long live congratulations.
Across the tumultuous crowd, Tan Yiming cast his eyes on Yao Yin with some amusement. Yao Yin sat there lazily with his head propped up, his gaze swept across the people beside him, and finally fell on Tan Yiming.
When the two of them met, they were glued together like a wrestling.
Yao Yin raised her eyebrows and said, "Why do you look at me like this? Why, I'm your male guest now?"
Tan Yiming: "…"
Yao Yin: "Okay, I'll give you another chance. It's a big deal on New Year's Eve. If you follow my brother and me now, I'll give you five jins of crayfish for a while."
Tan Yiming: "…Thank you, but no need, I'm allergic to seafood."
The dark tide between the two was turbulent, but they had no choice but to encounter such a spoiler as George.
George: "Huh? Seafood allergy?" He wondered, "No, it's old talk, aren't all the fitness meals you eat all about shrimp, fish and shellfish?"
Tan Yiming: "…"
Yao Yin: "...Pfft!"
Tan Yiming was helpless, pushed away the chair and got up: "I'll go see what else is in the refrigerator."
As soon as he left, Yao Yin also stood up. The two walked into the kitchen one after the other, the door closed, and they didn't know what to say inside.
After three rounds of drinking at the dinner table, everyone drank high, and they all slumped on the sofa like zombies, waiting for the rescue of the spicy crayfish.
But waited and waited, not until the doorbell rang, but waited until the phone rang from nowhere.
Everyone looked around in a daze, and finally found a mobile phone beside the sofa.
"It's old." George recognized. He stretched his neck and shouted loudly, "Old talk! Old talk! Your phone is ringing!! It's a video call!!!"
Across the kitchen door, Tan Yiming's voice came from afar: "I'm washing vegetables, please help me pick it up, it should be my family!"
"Okay..." George rubbed his eyes, yawned, and pressed the video answer button.
—So, when Xiang Guai mustered up 120,000 points of courage, counted the jet lag, and decided to make a video call to Wang Qingyun, the first thing he saw was a bald, fat, slovenly, tee A middle-aged man who also splashed a few drops of hot pot base.
The smile on Xiang Gu's face instantly froze.
On the screen, the young and bald man waved at him: "Hi~!"
The author has something to say: Guess the short-lived online dating is over, the full text is over (and what?)
In fact, when I wrote the previous part about unrequited love, I really cried while writing it, and I thought it was too miserable for us to guess unrequited love! Unrequited love is too hard! ! Give mom a hug!